An Interview with CD Hersh

SON OF THE MOONLESS NIGHT_505x825Tell us about your current series. Three ancient Celtic families. A magical Bloodstone that enables the wearers to shape shift. A charge to use the stone’s power to benefit mankind, and a battle, that is going on even today, to control the world. Can the Secret Society of shape shifters called the Turning Stone Society heal itself and bring peace to our world? Find out in The Series The Turning Stone Chronicles.

The Promised One, book one:

When homicide detective Alexi Jordan is forced to use her shape shifting powers to catch a paranormal killer, she risks the two most important things in her life—her badge and the man she loves.

Blood Brothers, book two:

Shape shifter Delaney Ramsey’s daughter is missing, and she is bound by honor to protect the man she suspects of the deed. To bring him to justice, she must go against her code, the leader of the secret shifter society, and the police captain she is falling for.

Son of the Moonless Night, book three:

Thrust back into the world of paranormal huntress, Deputy Coroner Katrina Romanovski must unravel a string of murders she believes are vampire attacks. When she discovers the shape shifter she’s in love with is the murderer, she must reconcile her feelings for him, examine her life of violence against paranormals, and justify deceiving him in order to bring him to justice.

How likely are people you meet to end up in your next book? They might not end up but some characteristic might. Catherine has a list of interesting physical characteristics of people that she likes to work into a characters profile. If you have an interesting name we might use that, too.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book. Thrust back into the world of paranormal huntress, Deputy Coroner Katrina Romanovski must unravel a string of murders she believes are vampire attacks. When she discovers the shape shifter she’s in love with is the murderer, she must reconcile her feelings for him, examine her life of violence against paranormals, and justify deceiving him in order to bring him to justice.

Do you have a view in your writing space? What does your space look like? We both have views. Catherine’s office overlooks the front flower garden and Donald’s the back garden. Our spaces are full of books, very cluttered, and Donald’s desk has two computer monitors for when we do editing and revisions.

Has your muse always known what genre you would write and be published in? Our muse in confused as we have numerous story ideas that we’d like to work on after our urban fantasy/paranormal romance series is finished. The one thing the muse is certain of is that there will always be a hint of romance. Hence our brand line “Two Hearts Creating Everlasting Love Stories.”

Tell us a little about yourself and your latest book. We’re high school sweethearts and husband and wife writing team. We’ve written separately since we were teenagers and discovered our unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s after writing drama for our church. Our latest book is the third installment in The Turning Stone Chronicle Series, Son of the Moonless Night.

Do you write under a pen name? Why or why not? Yes we do. Hersh is an abbreviated form of our real name. The C stands for Catherine and the D stands for Donald. We use the abbreviation because it fits on the book cover better.

Do you have any rejection stories to share? Catherine got a rejection letter that said “We’re sending this back to you with out thanks.” She’s glad they rejected it since they couldn’t even catch their own typo.

What is your writing routine like? As co-authors we talk about an idea until we both have a good grasp of what is happening. Then Donald puts it in scene format with any research notes. Then Catherine begins the first draft which is edited by Donald at the end of the day. When the first draft is complete we go back over again using the double monitors in Donald’s office, adding missing elements, and taking out all the bad stuff. When that’s done we read it out loud.

Excerpt:

A crash in the alley stopped Katrina Romanovski mid-stride. Like the October mist swirling in off the lake, her gypsy blood stirred sending her intuition into high gear. Something unnatural was happening.

Go see what’s wrong. She heard her father’s voice as clearly as if he stood next to her.

On the heels of his words came her mother’s pragmatic warning in clipped British tones. You know what curiosity killed. Katrina pushed the ever-present warning aside. Mom never approved of Dad’s supernatural hunts and even less of his drawing her into them.

Pulling the oversized cross she always wore out from under her shirt, Kat looked around for a weapon. Please, not a vampire. I hate vampires! A piece of wood sticking out of the trashcan at the front of the alley caught her eye.

Grabbing it, she broke the end off into a sharp point. The mist-filled air filtered the light from the single bulb over one of the alley doorways. The wind swirled the loose trash around making a quiet approach difficult. Sidestepping the paper, with the stake in one hand and holding the gun she took from her purse in the other hand, she crept into the alley.

A roar echoed against the buildings, the sound nearly sending her running. That roar wasn’t a vampire. It sounded more like an animal. Kat inched closer. In the yellow pool of light from the back door of the building, a black bear, over seven feet tall, reared on its back legs and swung its paw at the man standing at the edge of the light. He crashed to the ground, shirt torn open from the slashing claws. Blood covered the fabric, and he clasped his left hand over his shoulder to stem the flow. The bear bent toward him, teeth bared in a smile. A wicked smile.

Kat aimed her gun, but before she could pull the trigger, a shot rang out. The flash of gunpowder lit the face of the injured man. The blast reverberated against the buildings. With an enraged bellow, the bear staggered backward against the wall. Shaking his head, the animal dropped to all four paws. Weaving like a drunk, he lumbered toward his attacker. The man took aim again, shooting the animal between the eyes. Animal and human collapsed on the dirty, littered pavement.

As she started to move forward, Kat’s gypsy senses crawled over her skin like angry red ants. As she slipped back into the shadows, the bear shed fur. Changing size. Then, finally, turning into a man.

Shape shifters. Her stake wasn’t any good against them, and her bullets weren’t silver. This one appeared dead anyway. Had the wounded man seen the shift? Tossing the stake aside, she paused by the shifter and quickly moved to the wounded man. Out cold. Still human.

When she touched him, his eyelids fluttered open. “Did I get it?”

“What?”

“The bear.”

Amazon buy links:

The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 1):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00DUMODKI

paperback: http://amzn.com/1619353504

Blood Brothers (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 2):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00OVNFC8W

paperback: http://amzn.com/1619358271

Son of the Moonless Night (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 3):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00XK3E172

hersh_smallBio:

Putting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.

Together they have co-authored a number of dramas, six which have been produced in Ohio, where they live. Their interactive Christmas production had five seasonal runs in their hometown and has been sold in Virginia, California, and Ohio. Their most recent collaborative writing efforts have been focused on romance. The first three books of their paranormal romance series entitled The Turning Stone Chronicles are available on Amazon.

Where you can find CD:

Website: http://cdhersh.wordpress.com/

Blog: http://cdhersh.wordpress.com/blog-2/

Soul Mate Publishing: http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cdhershauthor

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/C.-D.-Hersh/e/B00DV5L7ZI

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorCDHersh

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CDHersh

Interview with Donna Kaufman

Snowflake Bay_MM[1]What inspired your latest book?

Donna: I love the time I’ve spent on the coast of Maine, especially in the more sparsely populated areas downeast, so it’s been a personal joy to get to write about a place that’s so dear to me.  In SNOWFLAKE BAY, I got to bring another part of my life into the books, too, which was an extra treat.  The hero in this book, Ben Campbell, runs his family-owned Christmas tree farm.  I know a little something about that as my family had a Christmas tree farm when I was younger.  It was great fun getting to think back on those family memories and blend that part of my past with the present storyline of the book.

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

Donna: There is one McCrae sister left in the fold!  Kerry McCrae gets her happily ever after in STARFISH MOON, which comes out spring of 2016.  It was fun getting to not only tell her story, but to wrap up the Blueberry Cove series and give readers one last update on their favorite characters.

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

Donna: Not likely at all.  I don’t write about any one real person, or even parts of real people.  It’s true that the cumulative knowledge gained from meeting all kinds of people, of all ages, from all walks of life, helps to inform me about what makes a person tick, or what inspires someone to do what they do, but all that is funneled into the big pool of knowledge I draw from when creating characters.  They are simply more people I come to know and love, just like meeting new people in real life.  The real people in our lives are each unique and unlike anyone else we already know.  My characters are the same.  So, you’re safe with me!  I promise! J

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

Donna: I was very fortunate.  I joined a great local writer’s group – the Washington Romance Writers, my local RWA chapter – and jumped right in and got involved with them as I was writing my first book.  I made a lot of industry contacts, and learned a little bit on how to polish my work.  I was lucky in that the group had a lot of published authors who shared not only their invaluable insight, but also helped guide me on where to pitch my work.  I did a lot of networking and through that found my agent, and pitched the first book I finished – and it sold!  That was more than twenty years ago now (my how time flies!) and I’ve been under contract ever since.

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

Donna:  I live in the Blue Ridge mountains in the western part of Virginia, between the Shenandoah National Park and the Shenandoah River, just a hop and skip from West Virginia.  It’s beautiful up here in all seasons, peaceful, lots of wild birds, deer, and yes, bears.  The view is always inspiring.  I moved here for exactly that reason and it hasn’t disappointed me yet!

Has your muse always known what genre you would write and be published in?

Donna: Always.  I read all kinds of fiction, but my favorites always have a satisfying relationship in them.  I’m a happily ever after kind of girl, no matter if it’s solving the crime or saving the world, but it’s so much more fun when there’s romance involved!  So, there was never any doubt about what kinds of stories I would tell.  Fortunately, that muse is still just as strong today as it ever was.  And, even better, I’ve been able to tell stories that incorporate mystery, suspense, paranormal elements, all under the bigger umbrella of romance.  Win-win, really!

What do you have planned for the future?

Donna:  With STARFISH MOON, the last Brides of Blueberry Cove novel, completed and coming out next spring, I am now getting started on a book set here in the Blue Ridge mountains.  BLUE HOLLOW FALLS is a story I’ve been waiting to tell and I’m beyond excited to finally get to sink into it and get to know a new town, new people, new friends.

How far do you plan ahead?

Donna:  I have been writing small town mini-series for some time now, and usually have an idea for each group as I start planning each trilogy.  Beyond that, I have more future ideas than I can count, all of which I’m excited to tell.  Usually it’s the one that is making the most noise while I’m trying to focus on the current works in progress, that eventually wins out and becomes the new series or stand alone book.

 

Excerpt…Snowflake Bay by Donna Kauffman

“Did you sign the papers?  Dot every i, cross every t?”  Kerry asked the moment Fiona entered the Rusty Puffin, not pausing as she continued to wipe down the bar.

“I did,” Fiona told her.  “As of this morning at about ten, Beanie’s Fat Quarters is all mine.” She hiked herself up on a stool and leaned her elbows on the freshly gleaming cypress bar.  “I even had the chance to go by and talk to Eula.”

And, actually, her visit to Eula’s was every bit as much the reason for her giddy mood, thanks to the moment she’d had in Eula’s shop with Ben Campbell.  Specifically the moment she’d taken off her coat and glanced at him in time to catch that rather pole-axed look on his face.  It was quite possible it hadn’t meant that he’d just looked at her as a woman for the very first time, rather than a short, plump annoying kid sister, but she was going to choose to believe that’s exactly what had happened.  And she was going to wrap up that moment in a shiny gold bow, and pull it out and open it up every time she needed a little boost.  Because that look on his handsome face had made it almost worth—almost—every single moment of adolescent torment he’d put her through.

“You’re looking rather cat and canary,” Kerry said.  “More cat, less canary.” She pulled two wine glasses out from under the bar and filled them with champagne.  “So, what’s going on with you and Ben Campbell?”

Fiona wanted to rush in and deny, deny, deny, but she’d watched their older sister Hannah handle Kerry over the years and was proud of herself for taking a page from the lawyer’s handbook.  “What makes you think there’s anything going on between me and Ben?”

Kerry waggled a finger.  “Don’t play cross examiner with me.  You’re no good at it.”

Fiona did the only mature thing possible, she stuck her tongue out.

“Careful where you stick that,” Kerry said, pretending to swipe and snag it. “All I know is Hannah was in here earlier and she might have said something about you being all pissy with Ben over him calling you Fireplug.  You know he doesn’t mean the nickname in a bad way.”

“Yes, yes, he’s St. Ben the Benevolent. Christmas tree farmer, rescuer of parents, all around fabulous human being, Ben Campbell.”

“Here,” Kerry said, handing her a glass.  “Drink”  She raised her own glass in salute, then tossed back the entire glass of champagne in one easy slide.

“I don’t even want to know how you can deep throat an entire glass of champagne.  It’s supposed to be sipped.”

“It’s supposed to be enjoyed,” Kerry said.  “Bottoms up, shopkeeper.”

Fiona made her way to the bottom of her glass, too, albeit in several gulps.

“Okay, so what happened at Eula’s?  Did you tell Ben what you thought of his pet name for you and chop his Campbell Christmas tree down to size?”  She poured more champagne.  “And have you ever spent any time wondering just how, um, stout and tall his pine might be?”

Fiona all but sprayed the sip of bubbly she’d just taken.  “What?”  She folded her arms on the bar, mostly so she stayed steady on the stool.  “No, I did not chop down his tree.  Also?  Ew.  Shame on you.  He’s like your brother.”

“He’s not our brother.  Not even our cousin.  And if you never looked at Ben Campbell and wondered…”  Her eyes widened with glee. “You’ve wondered about his pine.  I think you want his pine.  In fact, I think you want to—“

“Stop it,” Fiona hissed.  She’d just wanted to hold on to her Ben moment and savor it in the privacy of her rejected schoolgirl mind.  Was that too much to ask?  Her pleasant fizziness abruptly dissolved.  “I don’t want anything from Ben, least of all his—“  She broke off, refusing to take that nickname a syllable further.  “It’s true.  I didn’t like hearing that nickname again.  I hated it then, and no matter what the intent behind it, I’m not a big fan of it now.  But then anything designed to belittle someone and make them feel badly about themselves is never going to get a rousing cheer from me.”

Kerry reached her hand out toward her sister.  “Fi, don’t, he’s—“

Fiona pulled her arm out of reach.  “He’s family, I know.  And we’re all grown ups now, so you’re right, it shouldn’t matter.  It was all a long, long time ago.  We were all kids.  Blah, blah, blah.  But some things don’t have an expiration date.  And how that nickname made me feel is apparently one of them.  Especially coming from the one guy who, at the time, I wanted to see me as anything but.”  There, she’d said it.  All but shouted it, actually.  “So you’ll have to forgive me if I still don’t find being called short, fat, and red all that sweet or amusing.”

“No, Fi—wait!”  Kerry made a grab for her arm. “He’s—“

Standing right behind her.  Of course he was.

“Fiona,” was all he said, but the look on his face said a million things more.  All of them awful, because each one of them started with pity and ended with embarrassment.

She’d gotten her moment.  That victorious, full circle moment every kid who’s ever been made to feel bad wanted.  And she’d been good with that.

Unfortunately, the look she’d remember forever, was the one on his face right now.  This was to be her moment.  Why had she ever assumed it would be any different?  The joke, it seemed, was always going to be on her.

april 2015Bio:

USA Today bestselling author of the Bachelors of Blueberry Cove series, DONNA KAUFFMAN has been gratified to see her books get rave reviews in venues ranging from Kirkus Reviews and Library Journal to Entertainment Weekly and Cosmopolitan. She lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains in western Virginia, where she is presently applying her crafty DIY skills to decorating her new mountainside abode. Well, when she isn’t busy trying to keep the bears from hanging out in her flower and vegetable garden all day and night!  With her new Brides of Blueberry Cove series, Donna’s been having a blast applying those same restoration and design skills to doing some fictional wedding planning. Of course, if that means haunting all those lovely antique shops and flea markets that are so plentiful in her new neck of the woods, well, it’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make. When she’s not finding ways to take her love of all things rustic and vintage and give them a fabulous seaside, coastal Maine wedding party twist, she loves to hear from readers!  You can contact her through her website at www.donnakauffman.com.

 

Links:

Website: www.donnakauffman.com

Blog: www.donnakauffman.com/blog

Buy: www.donnakauffman.com/snowflake-bay

An Interview with Shanna Hatfield

Rodeo-Romance-Block-for-webWhat is your next project and when will it be released?

Two years ago, I started writing the Rodeo Romance series with The Christmas Cowboy. In November, the third book in the series will release during a weeklong event I’m putting together to promote the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund.  November 1 through December 24, ten percent of the net proceeds from all my book sales are donated to the JCCF. It’s the third year I’ve done the donation and I like being able to give something back to the sport that provides the backdrop for this series. Pre-orders are available now for Capturing Christmas . The book releases November 12.

Please tell my readers a little bit about the new release

Capturing Christmas CoverCapturing Christmas was an incredibly fun story for me to write. I’m just loopy over the two main characters. Both of them are stubborn, determined, and completely unprepared when love catches them by surprise. Here’s the official blurb:

Life is hectic on a good day for rodeo stock contractor Kash Kressley. Between dodging flying hooves and babying cranky bulls, he barely has time to sleep. The last thing Kash needs is the entanglement of a sweet romance, especially with a woman as full of fire and sass as the redheaded photographer he rescues at a rodeo.

Determined to capture the best images possible, rodeo photographer Celia McGraw is fearless and feisty. Not one to back down from a challenge, her biggest risk isn’t in her work. Danger lurks in the way her heart responds to one incredibly handsome stock contractor.

Hardman community centerAny other new projects?

I’m also working on the fourth book in the Hardman Holidays series. It will also release in November.  When I embarked on the adventure of writing my first sweet Victorian holiday romance, I debated using a real town for the setting or making one up. I wanted the story to take place in Eastern Oregon, but where? I came across information about a ghost town named Hardman that had once been a stop along the stage route.

My curiosity led me to discover that Hardman, Oregon, once boasted several churches, a newspaper office, and skating rink, along with a variety of other businesses. Today, there are a handful of dilapidated old buildings in Hardman, but the bones of those old structures help me picture what the town once looked like, back when it was a bustling town.

As my imagination created the town in my head, my fingers began typing out the first story in the Hardman Holidays series – The Christmas Bargain.

christmas bargain coverLuke Granger is about to get more than he bargained for…
As owner and manager of the Hardman bank, Luke Granger is a man of responsibility and integrity in the small 1890s Eastern Oregon town. When he calls in a long overdue loan, Luke reluctantly accepts a bargain in lieu of payment from the shiftless farmer who barters his daughter to settle his debt.

Here’s a little excerpt:

~*~

“Aren’t you observant, Mrs. Granger?”

“I try.” She hid her smile behind the mug of chocolate.

“I happen to know a thing or two about you.” He shot her a sideways glance.

“Do tell, kind sir.” Filly batted her eyelashes at him. If Luke didn’t know better, he would think she was being downright flirtatious.

“I have observed, dear woman, that you put others before yourself, you are a dedicated and caring friend and that you have a keen mind with a quick wit. You are clever, smart, and not afraid of hard work. You are very talented with domestic skills and are inspiring as a cook. Your chocolate pudding could make grown men weep.”

Filly offered him a perturbed glare. “So, Mr. Granger, I have missed my calling as a school teacher or perhaps a cook at the restaurant. If my chocolate pudding makes grown men weep, what will my peach pie do to the male population? Bring them to their knees? Make them beg for mercy?”

Luke laughed aloud, causing Filly to grin.

“Filly, my girl, you are something else.” Luke reached across the table and captured her hand in his. “You might not think I notice you, wife of mine, but I know you…”

~*~

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

Everywhere! I’m a big people watcher (and daydreamer) so I can be standing in line at the grocery store and have an idea for a story slap me upside the head. Time spent locked in the car with Captain Cavedweller (my husband) always generates some story ideas. We’ve yet to return from a trip that I didn’t come home with at least a few good story ideas.

 

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

Do your homework, write the best book you can, get it professionally edited, invest in a great cover and don’t give up. I think too many people give up too soon. Believe in yourself and your dreams!

What is your favorite part of writing?

Writing! I love creating the characters, getting the words in my head down in print, coming up with the plots. I love all of it!

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Editing.  I’d much rather move on to the next story.

What is your favorite dessert/food?

Chocolate. I still say it should have its own food group categorization. I won’t waste my time on mediocre chocolate, though. It has to be the “good stuff.” And dark chocolate Dove squares are always on hand in my office.

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

It is entirely possible they could become part of a character. I blend many different aspects into the characters. I always tell people to behave or they might end up as the next villain in one of my stories.

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

I have two windows in my office. One looks out over the back yard. Beyond it, there is a pasture where the neighbor sometimes has horses grazing and other times goats. Once, there were even chickens back there. My view out the other window is the pasture of another neighbor. They have an adorable baby girl and a puppy that tend to play out there just in my line of sight and provide any number of distractions with their cuteness. My office space is my writing haven and as such, I try to keep it neat and organized (at least most of the time!).

Having achieved your goal to be a published author, what is the most rewarding thing

 When a reader reaches out to me to say one of my stories made them laugh or cry – evoked some sort of emotion… that’s what makes it all worthwhile. I can’t think of a single thing more wonderful than knowing I’ve touched someone’s heart or brought them a smile.

~*~

Shanna Hatfield 2Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, hopeless romantic Shanna Hatfield is out to make it happen, one story at a time. Her bestselling sweet historical and contemporary romances combine humor and heart-pumping moments with characters that seem incredibly real.

When she isn’t writing or consuming copious amounts of chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.

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Western Historical Romance in … SOUTHERN California?! by Genevieve Turner

FarmerWifeCoverMediumUsually when we think of Western historical romance set in California, our minds instantly go to the Gold Rush era. Men flooding into San Francisco, having one last rousing fling on the Barbary Coast, before heading out to the gold fields of the Sierra Nevadas. Meeting with heartbreak if they’re starring in a tragedy or love if they’re starring in a romance. (Let’s hope for their sake that it’s a romance!)

Southern California on the other hand, with Disneyland and Hollywood and acres and acres of citrus groves, doesn’t usually come to mind. But in the mid-1800s, Southern California was commonly referred to as the “Cow Counties” since it was full of cows, cowboys (and vaqueros) and ranches.

Today, California is famous for its produce—probably everyone in America has eaten produce from California at sometime in their lives. But Southern California is naturally unsuited to agriculture, at least without large scale irrigation. We just don’t get enough rain. However, with its wide open spaces, early Southern California was ideal pasture land for cattle. Mexican-era Southern California was a land of ranchos, with skilled vaqueros riding the herds.

In those pre-refrigeration days, only products that would keep over long distances were valuable for trading. Which left the main product of a cow—the meat—as being useless for trade, since California was quite some distance from the East Coast. Instead, the California rancheros sent more durable hides and tallow back East and left the rest of the carcasses to rot. (You can imagine the smell from that.)

With the arrival of the Gold Rush—and all those hungry miners—suddenly there was a huge local market for all that beef. Many Southern Californian ranchers grew rich selling beef to miners, just as their Northern Californian compadres grew rich selling miners tools, clothes, and other supplies. (Want to get rich during a gold rush? Don’t bother opening a mine—sell stuff to miners instead.)

But with booms come busts. As the flood of migrants to the gold fields slowed, so did the demand for beef, leading to a depression in the cattle market. And then in the early 1860s came a hundred year drought, much like the one afflicting California today. Ranchers slaughtered entire herds to keep the animals from dying of thirst and hunger, driving the cows out of the “cow counties.”

When the rains came again, the ranchos didn’t. But large scale irrigation did, leading to the massive citrus groves that helped make California famous, along with the tourism industry (yes, all the way back in the late 1800s!) which made California even more famous.

But even today, among the swimming pools and movie stars, you can still find working cattle ranches in Southern California. Not as many as we once had, but enough to provide a reminder and a link to Southern California’s “cow county” past.

 

Excerpt from The Farmer Takes a Wife (which is currently free!)

“Why do you think I want to marry Miss Moreno?” Marcus asked Miss Kemper. She’d made entirely the wrong assumption.

“I should think it very obvious. This is the first time you’ve ever danced with anyone. Why would you start dancing unless you were looking for a wife?”

“You’ve noticed that I don’t dance?” He didn’t think she’d ever taken any note of him.

“Well, you obviously do dance, and you do it quite well.”

The warmth in his middle bloomed into heat.

“No, you choose not to dance. Except that now you do.”

She’d gotten the part about looking for a wife right. She’d just misidentified the wife. “You think I should marry Miss Moreno. Is that correct?”

She was mouthing something to herself. “Hmm? Oh, yes, but I’m not suggesting that you marry Catarina tomorrow. Court her first and see if you suit. I could speak with her beforehand, if that would help.”

If he weren’t so in love with Miss Kemper, he might be tempted to be annoyed with her. What kind of a woman danced with a man, then assumed he should be courting someone else? This was even more muddling than when she smiled at him.

The music came to a climax before fading to nothing, the two of them slowing and stopping along with it. The rest of the couples burst into applause, but he merely searched her face. Was there any hope for him and his suit there? Or was she putting forth this nonsense about Miss Moreno to put him off as kindly as she could?

She wore an expression of mere politeness. Nothing more.

A flurry of motion from the edge of the room caught her eye. Miss Moreno was furiously waving her over, no doubt appalled Miss Kemper had danced so long with a “dirt grubber.”

It was hopeless—it had all gone too terribly wrong. It was as if he were looking on an entire field of blight, a whole season of planting lost to fate.

He’d tried, after two years of waiting, and he’d failed.

“I think I should head back over to Catarina,” she said. “It looks like she needs me.” She began to head off, waving at him over her shoulder. “Thank you for the dance.”

A small spark of hope flared, traveled up his throat, and flew from his mouth. “Miss Kemper.”

She turned back, inquiring.

He fisted his hands at his sides and kept his head high. He had braved a dragon to ask her to dance—he could ask for one thing more.

“Would you do me the honor of walking with me tomorrow after church?” Fast and stiff, but he’d said it.

She blinked as if he had said something unexpected. But then, slowly, she smiled. “Yes.” She blinked again before repeating more firmly, “Yes. I’d be very pleased to walk with you after church tomorrow.”

Links

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iBooks: http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-farmer-takes-a-wife/id991485180?ls=1&mt=11

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-farmer-takes-a-wife-genevieve-turner/1121860494?ean=2940152164770&itm=1&usri=2940152164770

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Genevieve Turner writes historical romance fresh from the Golden State. In a previous life, she was a scientist studying the genetics of behavior, but now she’s a stay at home mom studying the intersection of nature and nurture in her own kids.  (So far, nature is winning!)  She lives in beautiful Southern California, where she manages her family and homestead in an indolent manner.

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Hey, I have a new book out and right now it’s only in paperback. It’s GIDEON, and it’s one of four books in The Surprise Brides series. The other books are JAMIE, CALEB and ETHAN. The books will be available at all outlets in ebook form on September 22, 2015. But for a short time, you can get GIDEON as a part of this give away ending November 1

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Interview with Andrea Cooper

SH-JPGWhat genre(s) do you write in and why?

I write in multiple genres, but they all have something in common and it’s my author tagline: Romancing Adventure. For me, it’s the characters and stories that matter, not the genre first. Therefore, I write the same genres I love reading: Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Historical Romance, and Romantic Suspense.

Tell us about your current series.

My current series is the Heart Series. It’s my Romantic Suspense series featuring two fraternal twin sisters. Stolen Hearts Book 1 is available now. Crystal must steal evidence to prove her father’s innocence against a corrupt company, but when private investigator Kade takes the case things heat up.

What is your favorite part of writing?

Discovering the story. I’m a pantser-meaning I write by the seat of my pants. No outlines, no notes. Just a general idea of the main characters and story. Often, the characters surprise me and I hope if I’m amazed, my readers will be too.

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

Currently I’m working on Captive Hearts Book 2 of the Hearts series. This novel will feature Crystal’s twin sister and her love interest. I hope to have Captive Hearts released the end of this year or first part of next year.

And since I can’t only work one project at a time, I’m simultaneously writing a paranormal romance series and Fallen Book 2. Claimed Book 1 is currently with two publishers who are debating accepting it (fingers crossed). This series features a Succubus or Incubus love story.

What is your typical day like?

During the work week, I go into work early (not by choice since I’m not a morning person. But my husband drops the kids off at school and daycare, so I pick them up in the evenings). After work and picking up the kiddos, I race home in traffic, get my five year old doing his homework, take care of my two and half year old, check emails and do a little marketing (Twitter & Facebook), cook dinner, throw a load of laundry in the wash, feed the kids, get out their clothes for bed and the next day, play with them, then bathe them and put them to bed.

Oh, did you mean writing time? That’s between 8:30-10:30pm if I’m not a zombie by the end of the day J

What is your favorite dessert/food?

Favorite dessert – anything with chocolate (except Milky Way candy bars). Oh, and I really like chocolate cake with white icing. Favorite food – anything with cheese and spicy. I love living in Texas and the great TexMex food that has both.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

Stolen Hearts Book 1:  She stole a cop’s heart; will this thief pay for her crimes?

How far do you plan ahead?

As far as writing, I have a lot planned: Captive Hearts Book 2 Hearts series, Fallen Book 2 Claimed series, Viking Blaze Book 2 Viking Fire series, War of Darkness Book 3 Legends of Oblivion series, Secrets Book 2 YA Fantasy series, rewriting a Native American Romance, and finishing a historical romance with a female ninja.

Planning isn’t an issue for me, it’s time. I have so many projects I want to do that if I suffer from writer’s block on one, I just jump to another. Having the time to write is precious – it’s what I look forward to all day, but have to wait until work is done and kids are asleep.

Blurb:

Crystal has spent her entire life training to be a thief in order to find evidence against the man who had her parents murdered. In her pursuit of justice she’s had to give up her identity, her name, and any chance at love. When Crystal is forced on a blind date with the cop who is investigating her, she plays a dangerous game of hearts that could land her in a prison cell.

Kade is in search of a new life, after losing his partner. He’s taken a new job, in a new city, and met a new girl. In order to keep his fresh start, he will have to catch an elusive thief targeting one of the largest corporations in the country. Desperate to forget the failures of his past, Kade has no intention of failing.

But secrets can’t be hidden forever.

Excerpt:

Crystal shimmied down the drainpipe with her trophies tucked inside her backpack and computer files loaded onto her USB, hung around her neck disguised as a locket. This was too easy. Not like the Warren job where the COO kept changing the menu and supervised their catering to ensure they had followed the strict rules of kashrut.

She landed on the concrete with a thump, then removed her mask. Usually she worked at night when the catering gig didn’t provide the necessary cover, but she had a date this evening.

A blind date.

Her sister’s fiancée had called earlier that day to let them know his cousin from Texas would join them for dinner and would Crystal come along? As far as Crystal was concerned, it was the closest thing she’d come to as a real date in a long time. She’d take it.

Thankfully, her catering appointment with Westridge canceled yesterday. While she enjoyed cooking, it was only a cover for her and her sister’s illegal activities. What she excelled at was computers, but having a career in that field, now, would be too suspicious. Her IT skills far exceeded a Level One Help Desk worker. She despised working for Westridge, the man who had her mother killed and her dad thrown into jail, but catering was the easiest way into her target’s homes without suspicion. And she refused to pose as a cleaning lady and scrub their filth.

Years ago, Dad found what he thought was a series of accounting errors. For his honesty trying to help Westridge correct the problem, he was thrown in jail to rot. Westridge and his company framed her dad for embezzlement and sharing confidential information with preferred suppliers to obtain favors. To see the look on Joshua Westridge’s face when he was convicted would make all her and her sister’s sacrifices worth it.

Thunder boomed as she weaved through alleys, stinking of rotting food and urine. She barely made it to her car before thunder rumbled.

Crystal checked the time on the dashboard, almost seven. No time to waste. Paul and his cousin, Kade, were picking up her and her sister at seven-thirty. Her car hummed to life as she stashed her backpack behind her seat. The stolen cash, including a recently purchased blood diamond necklace, lay inside. Hopefully the money and necklace would throw off Westridge’s Sales Manager to the fact that computer information had been the real prize. For now, another piece of the puzzle to exonerate their dad and lock Westridge away lay on her chest inside her locket.

She whipped into traffic and hit the wipers as fat drops of rain slapped against the windshield. Great. Ahead, a red light flickered as taxis and cars lined up behind it. She debated taking Ninth, but decided against it. Construction was still ongoing and traffic would be worse than this.

Maybe squeezing in a job before dinner wasn’t such a great idea.

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bio-pic-300x400Andrea’s Bio: Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn’t until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels.

What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).

Andrea writes fantasy, paranormal, historical, and contemporary romance suspense. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.

She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.

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A Rancher’s Woman by E. Ayers

ARW ADHi, Cynthia, and waving a big hello to all your friends. I’m excited to announce that A Rancher’s Woman is on sale for 99c! This is the first time it’s ever been on sale.

E. I’m so glad you’re here. I wanted to tell my readers that I’ve read your book and it is one of my top ten. It’s an absolutely wonderful book I couldn’t put down. I give it my highest recommendation.

Set in 1896, this isn’t exactly a standard romance. Oh, it’s a romance, but it’s also filled with a wonderful historic story of life during the late 1800’s. A time when women did as their father told them, and life in the west was darn hard! Don’t look for the prairie or silk dresses in this novel! This is about reservation life, land that wasn’t exactly hospitable, fitting into a high society that existed in pockets of American cities, and the hatred of our Native Americans.

This book came about because I had written the story A Christmas Far From Home for Debra Holland’s Sweetwater Springs Christmas. That’s when I realized I had another story begging to be written. I tossed some other manuscripts out of the way and wrote this book. It’s the continuation from that story, except this is about Adie’s older sister, Malene, and a Crow Indian.

It’s also a time when the miscegenation laws meant whites were not permitted to marry anyone of color. American Indians were considered of color and any feeling Many Feathers and Malene had for each other could have had them hanged from the nearest tree. But hearts don’t see such differences.

This book has garnered all sorts of acclaim including being placed in a Native American Indian encyclopaedia. And instead of the normal romance readers, I’m discovering that men are loving this historical western! Plus a friend’s daughter texted me the other week to tell me that this book was on a recommended reading list created by her history professor. (I’ll admit I ran around on the ceiling for a few days after that!)

It’s written for adults but if your pre-teen reads it, you won’t have a thing to worry about – um, yes, you will. You are going to be faced with how to explain to them the stupidity of prejudice. It’s a different look at life back then and a love between two people.

I love the fact that I can flush a toilet, take a hot shower, toss dirty clothes into a washing machine, turn on the oven, and buy my milk in the grocery store! Yes, life is easier, and because of a computer, some phone lines, and a satellite, I can be here with all of you! J

ARW KindleCover 200x307 smEXCERPT from A RANCHER’S WOMAN

Many Feathers took his paper along with the forms to the office in Billings. Larger than any town he’d ever been in, he reined in his horse and took a few moments to look around. Most of the buildings contained signs and he was glad he’d learned to read. Slowly, he made his way up the street. He almost missed the land office, as it was tucked between two larger buildings.

He tethered his horse to the long wooden rail out front and stood at the door trying to decide if he should knock or walk in. He rapped once and opened the door. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the small brick building.

There was a man sitting at a desk who looked terrified as he asked, “What do you want?”

“I have come to register my claim to property.”

The man’s grin looked more like a sneer. “Put your X on the paper and we’ll call you.”

“My X? Do you not want my name?” His gut tightened as he picked up the pen and dipped it in the inkwell. Very carefully he wrote Many Feathers.

“Have a seat.” The man pointed to two wooden chairs.

The office looked very official with maps on the walls and several tall cases with locked drawers. He had to sit in a chair and wait his turn. Doing nothing in a white man’s building was very strange to him. The air was damp and musty. He rubbed his nose with his forefinger.

Even though the door to the next room was closed, he could clearly hear every spoken word. With nothing else to do, Many Feathers listened to the conversation in the next room. The man in there took a long time, as he had many things to register, including a mining claim.

A man and woman walked into the tiny building. Their clothes were rumpled and dusty. They looked as though they’d traveled a long way to come to the office. The man signed the paper at the desk and then turned to Many Feathers. “Get up. Don’t you know your place?”

“My place?”

“When there are only two chairs and you are taking one of them…” The man glared at Many Feathers.

“I was told to sit. You want me to stand so you can sit?”

“Yes. Stupid savage,” the man grumbled.

He rolled his hands over facing his palms up and stood so that they could sit. Standing felt better anyway, as the wooden chair was not comfortable.

When the miner left, he spit on Many Feathers. Many Feathers inhaled and fisted his hands behind is back. He was more than aware that the white man held little respect for Indians, but he could not understand why. He had never done anything to deserve such treatment. Then the man behind the desk called the couple to register their claim.

“Am I not next?”

“No. They go first. You go when there is time to deal with you.”

Many Feathers turned his back to the skinny man behind the desk and found himself staring at a map of his land. It was as if it were drawn from the perspective of a great bird high in the sky. The reservation land was washed in red ink, but it was easy to see the two rivers, the mountains, and the lakes. Pride filled him, as he knew he was claiming a large chunk. He stood a little straighter and puffed out his chest.

He would wait if it took all day, for he was going to own his land. He was entitled to it. The agent had given him a copy of the law. The tribal council had agreed and placed their marks on the paper. The agent had signed that paper, too.

Four more people came into the office and each one went ahead of him. Finally, as the day was ending, his name was called. He took his papers into an even smaller room with a desk.

A man with gray hair and glasses said, “Have a seat. What are you doing here?”

Many Feathers sat in one of two wooden seats on his side of the desk and gazed at all the papers stacked in front of the spectacled man. “I have marked my land, and I wish to file my claim, but my form is not filled out completely as I do not understand some of what you want.”

The man held out his hand and Many Feathers handed him the papers.

“This is a very large portion of land. Are you certain it is properly marked?”

“Yes, sir. I was taught how to mark land. Each length of chain is clearly marked.”

“But according to this, you’ve not fenced it.”

“No, sir. It is reservation land. I am not a homesteader. I only had to mark and have approval of the tribe.”

The man sighed. “Who filled out this form?”

Many Feathers flexed his fingers. “I did. Did I do something wrong?”

“You know how to write?”

“Yes, sir. Mrs. Coleman taught me to read and write. But I often must look up the words in a dictionary. This was too many words.”

The man chuckled. “Well, I never had a red man come to my office with a claim, nor have I ever known a red man who could read and write. Let’s finish this form. For starters, you need to enter your full name. I need that. What’s your full name?”

“Many Feathers.”

The man shook his head. “Do you not have an English name?”

“English? It is Many Feathers.”

The man took a paper from within a drawer in his desk. “What was your father’s name?”

Many Feathers swallowed as he translated the name of his father and settled on Hunter. “Hunter. His last name was Hunter.”

The man wrote Hunter. “Now you need a first name. Many Feathers will not work. It needs to be an English name. You have marked much land. What do you intend to do with it?”

“I will build a house, grow vegetables and grain, and will raise cattle. I will be the first rancher on our reservation.”

The man nodded and transferred the information to a larger map. “As many marks as you have made. I will give you the name of Mark. From now on you will be Mark Hunter. You will no longer sign things as Many Feathers. Your agent should have given you an English name. I will fill those forms out for you. From which tribe are you?”

“Apsáalooke.”

“You are a Crow.”

“Yes, sir.” Many Feathers watched what the man was doing. Several times forms were passed, and with effort, Many Feathers signed Mark Hunter. In asking for this claim, it had cost him his name, but he had a new one to go with his new life as a rancher. Eagle Feathers attempt to shame had created a new path to autonomy.

Many Feathers left the office with his deed and his new name. He counted several coins and decided he’d buy some food. The bakery was closing as he approached, but he asked anyway.

An older woman, with her hair tied into a knot, slipped several cookies and loaf of bread into a bag. “Here. Now go away!”

“What do I owe you?”

“Nothing. Go!” She pointed to the door.

Money still confused him so he put some change on the counter and left. These people treated him as if he were a wolf that was about to devour them. He had planned to stay in town, but decided it was best if he didn’t. He rode until he spotted a stockyard and then what he thought might be the Reiner house by Malene’s description. If he could sleep in their barn, he’d be grateful. The sun was setting as he knocked on the door.

Here is the link to get your copy for only 99 cents.

http://www.amazon.com/Historical-Fiction-Ranchers-Victorian-American-ebook/dp/B00HGV37VA

 

Research, Research, Research… oh, my. By Constance Gillam

Lakota Moon RisingLast year I self-published Lakota Dreaming, a contemporary mystery with a strong love story. The main character, Zora Hughes, had visions of an ancestor’s life (genetic memories). My readers were enthralled and wanted to know more about this ancestor. So I decided to write a short prequel (novella length) historical about Zora’s ancestor. How hard could it be? I knew the characters in question and figured I could whip this novella out in one or two months. Fast forward thirteen months, fifty thousand plus words and much hair pulling later.

What took so long? In my naiveté, I didn’t take into consideration the amount of research needed on the Plains Indians, life in the 19th century and the fact I knew nothing about Julia’s (Zora’s ancestor) love interest and future husband. I learned a lot about life on the Great Plains and about me as an author (that I’d never write another historical). My hat is off to all authors who write historical fiction. You’re not paid enough.

Lakota Moon Rising takes place in 1851 and starts on a Louisiana plantation. The main character, Julia, a slave, escapes and is later captured by the Comanche and then traded to the Cheyenne. She witness the brutality of the Indians but appreciates the beauty of the wide-open Plains. She struggles against her attraction to a Lakota Sioux warrior. She doesn’t want to be enslaved by love.

Below is an excerpt from Lakota Moon Rising, being released on October 1st and now available for preorder at a sale price of $0.99 through September 22nd:

The sun was at its highest, and the heat lay on the land like a smoldering buffalo hide. Sunkawakan Iyopeya wiped sweat from his brow and surveyed the village. Few people were about, a few children playing in the dust at the opposite end of the village and two captives, one minding her cooking fire, the other sitting. Reined in by its master’s hands, his mount blew out an impatient breath and pawed the earth. The hunting party was right behind them. Jubilant with their catch, the men rode hard to the rise.

Mindful of the women and children, Sunkawakan Iyopeya turned and shouted, “Halt.”

They didn’t heed his warning but flew past him riding straight toward the heart of the village. This was not part of the agreement. They knew children and the elderly wandered between the teepees. But Sunkawakan Iyopeya knew their pride was at stake. They couldn’t be bested by a Lakota Sioux.

Leaning over his mount, he spurned his horse to greater speed, hoping to beat the men to the village.

“Hiyah,” he shouted to his stallion. His heart banged in his chest like a ceremonial drum.

He’d passed all but two of the horsemen by the time they reached the center of the camp. He could see only one of the women, fear and defiance playing across her features. The first horseman managed to avoid riding over her. The second couldn’t stop and plowed into her, knocking her to the ground. Sunkawakan Iyopeya could hear the rest of the hunting party, twelve men, hard on his horse’s hooves.

She’d gotten to her hands and knees, trying to rise again. Leaping from his mount’s back, he fell onto the woman, sheltering her thin body with his own and rolling them between the hooves of the oncoming horses. One hoof caught him a glancing blow, but he didn’t loosen his grip.

They rolled into a teepee, bringing down the whole thing.

Her breath blew hot and choppy on his neck. She smelled of corn and woman musk. For a brief moment, he cradled her in his arms.

“Get off me, you heathen,” her muffled voice said from beneath him.

The last stretch had been a race for her life, and it had left him winded as though he’d been in battle. When she pushed at his shoulders, he realized his full weight pressed her into the ground.

He raised his head and stared down at the bundle in his arms. Her face was different than any he had ever seen. Her skin, the parts not covered in soot, was brown like the nuts that fell in the forest. Her eyes were like honey, and they spat fire.

Rolling off and standing in almost one motion, he reached down for her. She slapped his hand away and struggled to her feet.

“Good with the horses not with the women,” one of the men from the hunting party shouted. The other Cheyenne laughed.

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An Interview with Caroline Clemmons

Josephine final 6X9What genres do you write in and why?

Although I’ve written in several contemporary genres, my favorite is western historical romance. I love history between the Civil War’s end and the turn of the century. Most of my books are set from 1870 to 1886.

What started me in this genre, I believe, is that my dad was a great storyteller and used to related tales of when his family came to Texas from Georgia in the 1870s and their misadventures in Texas. I loved those stories and have written down as many as I can remember for a book on his family. After you’ve grown up hearing tales like those, history comes alive and you can’t help loving the past.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I was first with a major NY publisher, then a lovely small press, and now I self-publish. I must say that self-publishing is by far the most rewarding both financially and emotionally. I can write what I want when I wish with no one trying to fit me into a mold or force me to write what they want. Plus, I make more royalties than I ever did with a publisher. For me, this is the perfect solution to publishing.

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

I was lucky enough to have a backlist when I started self-publishing. If an author wants to self-publish, don’t expect to see large sales on one book. Usually three are necessary to start seeing sales. The more titles you have and the more clever your marketing, of course, the more you’ll benefit.

Do you have critique partners?

I have wonderful critique partners and great plotting partners. Geri Foster and Brenda Chitwood are my main critique partners. Brenda isn’t published but she comes up with the exact perfect word when I’ve used a weak one and spots other inconsistencies. Geri holds my feet to the fire if my writing lacks emotion or conflict. My plotting partners are Geri Foster, Sylvia McDaniel, and Kathy Shaw. We each attended Robin Perini and Laura Baker’s “Story Magic” workshop at the same time and so we plot in the same way.  We need others with whom we can bounce ideas and those who will tell us if our story has missed the mark or we have weaknesses. Good beta readers also help.

How far do you plan ahead?

I used to plan one or two books ahead in the same series. Now I’ve learned to view the larger picture and I have ten to twelve books planned ahead. Having this schedule helps me focus and stay on track rather than goofing off when I finish one book. There’s always another waiting for me to write. I still manage to goof off occasionally.

Do you or have you belonged to a writing organization?  Which one?  Have this helped you with your writing?  How?

I wish I had joined RWA sooner and hooked up with a local chapter.  I learned so much from the speakers at my local RWA Chapter. I came from a newspaper background, which is very different from fiction writing.  We can read craft books, but hearing personal experiences and instruction from successful authors is immeasurably valuable. The only reason I still belong to the national RWA is so I can be a member of my local chapter.

Another value of writer groups is networking. For example: This worked for me, have you tried this, I don’t know what to do about this. At my current chapter, we have a program and brief meeting then all go to lunch together and talk and talk and talk writing and marketing.  If an author doesn’t have access to a local group, there are online chapters and workshops.

A third value to a writer group is human contact. Writing is a solitary profession. While sitting alone at a computer or laptop, a person becomes isolated. Being around like-minded people is energizing. My family is extremely supportive, but other fiction writers understand that there are people in my head talking to me and that doesn’t make me crazy. ☺ Other things may make me nutty, but not the people in my head.

Did you have several manuscripts finished before you sold? If so, did you send them out yourself?

Yes, the first book I wrote was so bad I’m embarrassed to think about it. The second, BE MY GUEST, sold thanks to friends in my RWA writer chapter (see question above). They shared their editor’s name and that she was looking for a particular type and length book for a new imprint. Current plotting pals Sylvia McDaniel and Kathy Shaw were two of those who shared and the other two were Carol Rose and Shayla Black.  Mine was too long and had crime in it, so I cut the crime, shortened it, and sold it. The result was really choppy in my opinion, but the result was I then a published author. When I recovered the rights, I added back the full story and like it a little better (but not much).  My third book, THE MOST UNSUITABLE WIFE, is the first one of mine I really liked—and still do even though I would reword a lot of the sentences now.

Let me say I sold without an agent. I have only briefly had one agent, who was approved by RWA at the time I signed with her. She was so bad she about killed my career and is no longer in business. A bad agent is far worse than no agent!

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract? 

Oh, yes, I have a lot of advice for struggling authors. If you would write even if you never made a dime, then don’t give up—that burning desire is the fuel you need to succeed. Hone your craft but don’t edit a book to death striving for perfection. We all should want our work to be perfect but the writer’s job is to get the words down, edit as best you can, and then send it to a professional editor. Don’t stop writing when the book gets hard—keep going to the end and you’ll be glad you did. Remember how important marketing is and work on your website, Facebook, and Twitter before you’re published. Always remember: don’t let anyone steal your dream!

Courting the West book bundle 10What does the future hold for you?

 Cynthia and I are in a box set titled COURTING THE WEST with eight other authors: Debra Holland, Kirsten Osbourne, Lily Graison, Jacquie Rogers, Sylvia McDaniel, Paty Jager, Merry Farmer, and Keta Diablo. The box set will be released October 15 with preorders beginning September 24. These are not new books, but we are boxing them together to get cross-over readers. All authors want more readers and more readers… ☺

In addition, I’m working on a new series, THE BRIDE BRIGADE, which has seven books about a group of women brought to Tarnation, Texas by a wealthy young widow so there will be other young families in the town.  I’m currently three-fourths of the way through the first, titled JOSEPHINE. I can’t help it, I just love the name Tarnation, Texas and smile each time I type it. You can’t see, but I’m smiling now.

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

I was very fortunate that Cynthia invited me to be in a project about four brothers in Colorado whose mom writes away for mail order brides for her sons. This has been fun though difficult to coordinate between us yet should be fun for readers. The four books will release simultaneously September 22. The project is called THE SURPRISE BRIDES and the books are (in order of brothers’ ages) JAMIE by Caroline Clemmons (me), CALEB by Callie Hutton, GIDEON by Cynthia, and ETHAN by Sylvia McDaniel. The books are filled with romance, humor, and adventure. Angel Springs, Colorado is an inspiring place where dreams come true, at least or these four couples.

surprise_adHere’s the blurb from THE SURPRISE BRIDES: JAMIE

Olivia Stewart risks everything to accomplish her dreams. She’s tired of being pitied because she’s been jilted, tired of teaching other people’s children without any of her own. When she signs with a matrimonial agency, a letter from Jamie Fraser sounds perfect. A widower with two young children will give her a head start on the family she’s determined to have. But Colorado holds surprises for Olivia that endanger her goals and even her life.

Rancher Jamie Fraser is shocked to learn his mother has written for a mail-order bride for him! He has two children and no plan to marry again. Ever! His late wife taught him women can’t be trusted. Even his beloved mother isn’t above tricking her sons to achieve her heartfelt ambitions. Now he’s stuck with a wife he didn’t want—a stubborn woman bent on changing his home and his life.

Can two strong people at odds achieve happiness? Angel Springs, Colorado is a small town that inspires big dreams. Olivia and Jamie just might find their dreams meld to form a powerful and enduring love.

Here’s an excerpt from THE SURPRISE BRIDES: JAMIE

That night when Olivia and Jamie were in their room, she slowly undressed. All day she’d thought about what she would say. How naïve to think she could trust this man so easily. How stupid she’d been not to ask more questions before surrendering to him.

Somehow, she had the sense of having been cheated in the marriage bed. She had no real experience to go on because she had no one in whom she could confide. Judging by the novels she’d read, though, there should have been talk after their coming together.

She faced him. “Jamie, why did you go through with the wedding?”

He sat on the bed holding the boot he’d just removed then set it on the floor. “No choice.”

What a maddening answer. She wanted to plant her fist on his handsome chin. Instead, she took a deep breath before speaking and exhaled slowly.

jamie“Of course you had a choice. You’re the head of the family and could have refused and sent me back where I came from or set me up in town so I could meet someone else. Barring that, you could have paid me off and sent me to Denver. There’s always a choice.”

He shook his head as he started on his shirt buttons. “Not in this case. Any of those options would have caused talk. After you’d been here several nights, your reputation would have been compromised.”

“If I weren’t here, why would that matter to you?”

His hands stilled. “Ah, well, because Mama’s reputation would also have been damaged, as she pointed out to us boys.” He removed his shirt and hung it on the bedpost.

As she unfastened the ties of her petticoats, a horrible thought occurred to her and she froze. “Do you mean you don’t want more children?”

His powerful chest muscles rolled with a shrug. “Wouldn’t mind, now that we’re wed, but I was content with Jake and Cat. Matter of fact, earlier today I mentioned how nice life would be with us brothers taking our kids to visit with their cousins.” He stood and unbuttoned his pants.

She turned her back and slid off her clothes then quickly pulled on her gown. “Weren’t you lonely?”

Her back was to him and she couldn’t see his expression, but his voice sounded hard, “Look, Olivia, you seem like a nice enough woman, attractive, and intelligent. Sorry as I am you were brought here under false pretences, I don’t know what you expected to find.”

Again, she froze for a moment. He thought she was attractive? When she turned around, he was sitting up in bed with the sheet at his hips. How could she concentrate on the conversation with all those rippling muscles and skin in sight?

THE SURPRISE BRIDES: JAMIE will be available in print from Amazon and Create Space and in e-book from most online vendors September 22.

An interview with Christy Carlyle

OSK_CoverTell us about your current series.

I’m so excited about this series! It’s called the Accidental Heirs and involves heroes who unexpectedly inherit titles and/or wealth in Victorian England. I say unexpectedly because these men were not the first born son, nor the first in line to inherit. Essentially, they’re all men who’d made their own way in the world and then found their best laid plans upset by a change in fortune. I suspect all of us have imagined what it might be like to inherit wealth, and these stories allowed me to explore the consequences for three interesting men.

What is your favorite part of writing?

Oh, wow. I love so many aspects of the writing process, from conceiving and developing characters, to working out plot points, to drafting in a mad rush of inspiration, and, yes, I even enjoy editing. Especially after I’ve done it. J

The very best part is hearing that a reader enjoyed one of my books. Stories and characters really come alive in the hearts and minds of readers.

And I also enjoy that moment, months and months after I’ve worked on a book, when I pick it up, read a few lines, and think, “Maybe it’s not so bad after all!”

What is your least favorite part of writing?

There’s nothing I truly loathe about writing, but not having enough time to write all the stories that pop into my head is a definite challenge. Those other stories can be so alluring and actually be a distraction to the novel I’m busy writing. Thank goodness for composition notebooks! I take a few minutes, jot down random story ideas, and get back to the book I’m working on.

The internal editor is honestly my least favorite part of the writing process. I wish I could have back all the moments I spent hesitating and curbing my creativity because of that inner voice. Though all writers need to learn how to control the various aspects of writing craft, too much control can really hamper creativity and productivity.

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

The second book in the Accidental Heirs series, One Tempting Proposal, comes out November 17th. Readers will get too see Lady Katherine “Kitty” Adderly from One Scandalous Kiss meet her match in Sebastian Fennick, a mathematician who’s become the new Duke of Wrexford.

What is your typical day like?

I’ve just started working from home full-time on writing this year, and I find structure and organization are the most important part of making it work. I have a schedule I try to stick to that involves attacking emails early, getting in a few minutes on social media, and then doing writing sprints in the morning, when my brain seems to work the best. Of course, life intervenes and sometimes my schedule has to be fluid, but I keep To Do lists and a calendar to help me get back on track.

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

Lucius is a man who’s learned to take care of himself and keep his emotions in check. He lost his mother at a young age and his relationship with his father isn’t a good one. When his older brother dies, and he suddenly becomes his father’s heir, he must find a way to repair their crumbling estate and care for his ailing father.

His strength is that he’s honest with himself and judges others for their merits, rather than their title or status. His weakness is that he initially doesn’t trust himself and has a hard time trusting others.

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

Jessamin “Jess” Wright is smart, strong, and determined to make the world a better place, especially for women. She’s practical and spends years attempting to save the failing bookshop her father left her.

Her strengths are her loyalty and her desire to help others. Her weakness is that she’s so worried about fulfilling others’ needs and expectations that she sometimes forfeits her own goals and desires.

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?

Romance and mystery, and if a story includes both, I’m over the moon. When I’m writing romance, I tend to read more mystery or history research books, just to have some variety. But I truly do love reading romance, especially historicals. I love being transported to the past via a good story.

 What are you currently working on?

I’m working now on the third book in the Accidental Heirs series. It’s called One Dangerous Desire and features May Sedgwick from One Scandalous Kiss and an irresistible gentleman from her past.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Just write! Find the time, create the time, and nurture your creative spirit. I’m not a patient person, especially with myself, but I’ve finally accepted that writing is a craft and like any other, the more we practice, the better we become.

Excerpt

Marcus stood close to Lucius and leaned in to speak confidentially. “There are some lovely young women in attendance tonight. Don’t you agree, Grimsby? Surely one of them must strike your fancy.”

His sister and her husband were unaware of Aunt Augusta’s matchmaking efforts.

“Yes and no.” Lucius lifted the flute of champagne to his mouth and sipped.

Marcus quirked a brow at him, begging explanation.

“Yes, there are lovely women in attendance. No, none of them strikes my fancy.”

The women in the crush of attendees were stunning in their finery. Every color and shape one could desire. But none of them stirred him.

Marcus wouldn’t be deterred. “Are you never lonely, old chap?” His brother-in-law turned his eyes to Julia as he spoke.

Lucius caught the look, and an ember of loneliness kindled in his chest. He didn’t desire any of the women before him, yet he did envy the easy companionship that his sister and brother-in-law shared. He could envy it but never imagine it for himself. Even if Aunt Augusta’s scheme was successful, it wouldn’t be a love match. He’d seen the results of what such an attachment had done to his father, a man whose adoration for his wife became a destructive obsession, sparking jealous rages that drove her—and Lucius—from their home.

He wouldn’t lose himself in that kind of passion. Now, with the responsibility of Hartwell laid on his shoulders, he couldn’t spare the time for it. Let his father indulge in maudlin sentimentality; Lucius had an estate to run.

“I haven’t the time for loneliness.” He lied easily and ignored the look Marcus shot him, fearing he’d read pity there.

A fracas near the gallery’s entrance offered a welcome distraction. Turning away from Marcus, Lucius craned his neck to spot the cause of the ruckus. The room was so full of bodies it was difficult to see the front of the building, despite his height. But whatever the commotion, it caused a few shouts mingled with cries of outrage.

Then he saw the trouble. A woman. A bluestocking, more precisely, wearing a prim black skirt and plain white shirtwaist, spectacles perched high on her nose, pushed her way through the throng of ladies in colorful evening gowns and men in black tails. She looked like a magpie wreaking havoc among the canaries, though her hair was as striking a shade as any of the finery around her. The rich auburn hue shone in the gaslight, and though she’d pinned her hair back in a severe style, several rebellious curls had escaped and hung down around her shoulders.

As he watched the woman’s progress, a gentleman grasped her arm roughly, and an uncommon surge of chivalry made Lucius consider interceding. But in the next moment the woman proved she needed no rescuer. Stomping on the man’s foot, she moved easily out of his grasp and continued on her path—a path that led directly to Lucius.

CCauthorpicBIO:

Fueled by Pacific Northwest coffee and inspired by multiple viewings of every British costume drama she can get her hands on, Christy Carlyle writes sensual historical romance set in the Victorian era. She loves heroes who struggle against all odds and heroines who are ahead of their time. A former teacher with a degree in history, she finds there’s nothing better than being able to combine her love of the past with a die-hard belief in happy endings.

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Can one kiss change everything?

When a scheming marquess’s daughter offers her one hundred pounds to publicly kiss a nobleman, a desperate Jessamin Wright agrees. She believes the money will save her failing bookstore and finally free her from her father’s debts. But when Jess bursts into an aristocratic party and shocks the entire ton, she never expects to enjoy the outrageous embrace she shares with a grim viscount.

Lucius Crawford, Viscount Grimsby, has never met, or kissed, anyone like the beautiful suffragette who unsettles him with a single touch. He has always strived for control and avoided passion at all costs. Lucius is determined to protect his title and restore the estate he’s unexpectedly inherited, but Jess’s appearance in his life poses a threat to his plans and his heart. After a country house party brings them together once more, neither can resist temptation, and both find that one scandalous kiss just isn’t enough.