When pantsing works by Mackenzie Crowne

To Win Her HeartWhen pantsing works…

As a pantser, my writing process involves a loose outline. I start a story with a beginning, a basic middle, and a good idea of how things will be resolved in the end. That usually includes the “dark moment” where everything falls apart, and the “big moment” when everything comes together again, but other than that, it’s a free-for-all.

The thing about flying by the seat of your pants is, when you get stuck, it’s a nightmare, but when it works properly, it’s a beautiful thing. My favorite part of writing are those moments when a character reveals an element I didn’t see coming and don’t understand. The best example I can think of to explain what I mean came in book 2 of my Players series. I stared at the page thinking, why would the hero smell like sawdust? He’s a pro wide receiver.

I moved on knowing I’d be taking that out later. Until the heroine got a call from her mother in a later chapter. She’d had this dream, you see, where she was dancing at the heroine’s wedding on a sawdust covered floor. Yeah, sawdust again. I quickly did a little research on sawdust in dreams. Bang! The element fit perfectly with the conflict between the heroine and her hero.

Spooky, huh? Yeah, for me too, but that’s how it works sometimes and this author isn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Blurb:

In order to protect her, they’ll both have to let their guards down…

ToWinHerHeartTour copyCountry music’s It Girl Jessi Tucker is fed up with her family’s stifling security measures. The threat of a dangerous stalker has gotten the men in her life—including her football star cousin, Tuck Tucker—monitoring her every move. To get the freedom she yearns for, Jessi hatches a plan to recruit Max Grayson, Tuck’s sexy brawler best friend, to play the role of her new boyfriend. But if her scheme works, will she be forced to hide her true romantic feelings for the sake of her independence? Or will she finally steal the heart of her dream man?

Max has been pining for Jessi for years and would do anything to protect her, but a professional cage fighter with too many skeletons in his closet has no business being with one of America’s sweethearts. Yet while Max does his best to keep Jessi at arm’s length, the Tucker family persuades him to accept her offer.
Max believes he can keep Jessi safe from danger, but can he shelter her from his own dark secrets, the media’s unforgiving spotlight—and a mutual desire that’s harder to resist each day?

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Head shot 2014Mackenzie Crowne Bio

Wife, mother and really young grandmother, Mackenzie lives with her high school sweet heart husband, a neurotic Pomeranian, and a blind cat. She calls Phoenix home because the southwest feeds her soul. Though her friends claim she’s a princess, she disagrees. After all, one can’t raise two rambunctious boys to wonderful men without getting a little dirt under their nails. A lover of the romance genre, her resolve to share her stories with others was sharpened by a bout with breast cancer. Today she is an award-winning author and eight year survivor, living the dream. Her friends call her Mac. She hopes you will, too. Connect with her at http://mackenziecrowne.com, https://www.facebook.com/MackenzieCrowne and https://twitter.com/MacCrowne.

 

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A visit with Vikki Vaught

MissKathleensScandalousBaron_KindleHow did you get started writing?

I have been a voracious reader since I found Nancy Drew books in third grade, but I never imagined writing a novel. I did some journaling but that is it. In late 2009 I finished a historical romance, and a story invaded my mind. I went around thinking of it and saying to myself, “That would make a great book. Someone needs to write it.” The story would not leave me alone. A few months later, I wrote out the plot and even toyed with some dialogue. In June of 2010, I took some time off from my job. I decided I would spend 2 hours a day working on my book idea. Two and a half weeks later, I had an 80,000 word manuscript. That’s when the real work began. I’ve been writing ever since. It has become my true passion.

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

I found historical romance when I was a teenager. My mother read them, and I would sneak her Frank Yerby books into my bedroom. They were way too racy for a teenager, but I fell in love with the genre. I devoured Barbara Cartland’s books and also Georgette Heyer. Historical romance is my first love, and since that is the case, it’s no surprise that I write in that genre.

I also write sweet contemporary romances as well. In fact, I recently released A New Beginning for Nanci in January. This book has a strong inspirational element and the hero is a Navy man. I thoroughly enjoyed writing Nanci and Daniel’s love story. As a Navy wife for many years, I understand the difficulties for the families left behind when their loved one has to go on deployment.

Tell us about your current series.

I’m very excited about my Honorable Rogue series. Lady Overton’s Perilous Journey is book 1 of this series, and it has been available since July. It is a romantic suspense with lot of action, poor Lady O doesn’t have an easy time reaching her HEA! Miss Kathleen’s Scandalous Baron is book 2. This is a lighter novel, one with a bit of humor. I fell in love with Andrew, my hero. I am currently working on The Viscount’s Salvation, book 3, which will definitely have quite a bit of suspense. I hope to have it available before the end of this year. I plan to write a fourth book, but I’m also considering giving each of Andrew’s friends their own story. They certainly are honorable rogues as well.

Do you have critique partners?

I am fortunate to have several, and some of them help me with my historicals, and I have one that helps me with my contemporaries and my suspense scenes. I have learned so much from these awesome ladies. I also have several beta readers, and their feedback has helped tremendously.

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

When I first started writing, I only read historical romance. I joined an RWA chapter, and some of the members suggested I also read outside my preferred genre. I accidently discovered Vampire romances, which a sub-genre I thought I would never read. I soon found myself devouring as many as I could find. I discovered Tina Folsom’s Scanguard series and they are fantastic!

I have also discovered I enjoy Billionaire romance as well. They are a great escape from everyday life for me. After all, who doesn’t dream of having wealth beyond our imagination. I love a glimpse of how they must live. I especially enjoy ones with tortured souls, such as Christian Grey and Gideon Cross!

Do you write under a pen name?   Why or why not?

I actually write under three pen names. I write my historicals under Vikki Vaught, my erotic romances under V.L. Edwards, and my sweet contemporaries under Vikki McCombie. Obviously, my readers who enjoy my sweet contemporaries would not be interested in my erotic novels. That is why I write under the different names.

What do you have planned for the future?

I have quite a few characters clamoring for me to write their stories. Some of them are historical, others are contemporary. My problem is finding the time to write since I do still work a full-time job. I hope that I will be able to retire in 2017 if all goes well.

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

I have belonged to several writing groups. I am a member of RWA, and I belong to the online Beau Monde chapter, which is a group of fabulous Regency authors. If I ever have a Regency question, I know they will have the answer!

I’m very excited about my new release, Miss Kathleen’s Scandalous Baron, Book 2 in my Honorable Rogue series. It is set in 1803 and is the story of Alex’s sister, Kathleen and Lord Billingsley. It is a light-hearted read with another honorable rogue. Albeit, Andrew, Baron Billingsley, is a bit scandalous. I hope you will enjoy the romance between Kathleen and Andrew as much as I enjoyed writing their love story.

If you would like to start with Book 1 of my Honorable Rogue series, which is Kathleen’s brother, Alex Hawks and Anissa, Lady Overton’s, love story, Lady Overton’s Perilous Journey is available on Amazon and both books are in the Kindle Unlimited program. Happy reading!

Book Blurb:

When the young American debutante, Miss Kathleen Hawks, arrives in town for the London season, the last thing she expects is an attraction to the scandalous Lord Billingsley. He’s the kind of aristocrat she detests, one who only cares for his pleasures.

Andrew Grainger is handsome, young and very wealthy. He loves carousing with his pack of friends from his school days. When he stumbles across the prim, yet charming Miss Hawks, he should avoid her at any cost. After all, she’s an innocent young miss, barely out of the schoolroom. But…there’s just something about her he finds irresistible.

When a chance encounter leads to scandal for the pair, they must choose to brave the Beau Monde, or give into its dictates. Is there any possibility that what appears to be a match made in Hades, could turn into a match made in heaven instead?

 

Excerpt:

Kathleen Hawks fumed all the way to her brother’s study. Alex must have talked to their mother. Again, she had allowed her emotions to overrule her actions. When she arrived at the door, her heart fluttered, but knowing she had to get this over with, she tapped on the door.

Her brother’s voice bade her enter. She purposefully turned the knob and opened the door as she inhaled and exhaled slowly to prepare herself for what she suspected would be an unpleasant conversation. “Good morning, Alex. You wanted to see me?”

Her brother moved behind his desk. “Please, take a seat.” His set features shouted his displeasure.

Once she settled back in her chair, Alex sat in the chair behind his large desk. “Kathleen, I spoke with Ma and she told me the two of you argued at breakfast. She’s concerned over your defiant attitude, and she feels I may have made a mistake regarding Mr. Jones.”

Oh, dear, when will I learn to control my tongue? “I’m sorry I was disrespectful, but she made several derogatory comments regarding my betrothed. I let my temper get the best of me.”

Her brother’s stubborn expression did not bode well, and she waited for the proverbial axe to fall. “I agree with Ma. I want you to reconsider your betrothal to Mr. Jones. You’re only eighteen, and he’s ten years older than you. I don’t believe you are well-suited. Your temperaments are vastly different. His only concern seems to be his responsibilities at his father’s bank. You were always so playful and vivacious. You’ve changed since you began spending more time with him, and I do not like it.”

She gripped the arms on the chair. The last thing she needed to do was agitate her brother, but she couldn’t sit passively by while another member of her family spoke ill of William. “You’re wrong, Alex. So what if we have a few differing interests? We love each other and that is what is important. You gave William your permission for the marriage before we left last fall.”

Alex stared her down. “I realize that. However, I should never have given it. As you well know, I had quite a few grave issues to deal with at the time. I should have taken more time to consider a decision that involves your future happiness. I’m seriously contemplating sending him a letter telling him I am withdrawing my consent.”

She clasped her hands together to keep them from trembling. It was all she could do to remain seated. “Please, you can’t do this to me. I love William, and he loves me.” Then, throwing caution to the wind, she stood and shouted, “I. Know. My. Own. Mind!”

“Kathleen.” Alex’s flushed face resembled a storm cloud as he stood and placed his powerful hands on his desk. “I will not tolerate your disrespect, young lady. Ma is ashamed of your behavior, and so am I. When you arrive in London for the season, you either promise to take full advantage of this opportunity the Barringtons are offering you, or I will write the letter withdrawing my consent today.”

Her stomach clenched as she tried to rein in her anger. Alex was serious, and if she was to have any hope of continuing with her plans to marry William, she had to placate him. “Please, don’t write the letter. I’ll go to London, and I promise I will participate fully in the parties. I’ll even keep an open mind.”

Alex resumed his seat. “Good. That’s more like it. I do have your best interests at heart, Darlin’. I want you to be sure Mr. Jones is the right man for you. He’s the first man to show you any attention. Please take this time to be sure of your love for him. That’s all I ask.”

Whenever her very American brother grew angry, their mother’s strong Virginian upbringing took over, and his southern drawl came through. Now that he had to spend much of his time in England, he had worked hard to minimize it.

“I suppose it can’t hurt, but I will not change my mind. Now if you will excuse me, I’ll return to my packing, so I will be ready when the duke and duchess arrive tomorrow.” She stiffened her spine, turned, and left his study.

photo (2)Author Bio:

Vikki Vaught started her writing career when a story invaded her mind and would not leave. Now, the stories keep coming and writing is her passion. She has written well over a half dozen romances and is presently working on her next, while fighting off the future characters shouting my turn!

Vikki loves a “Happily Ever After.” While romance is the central theme of all her books, she includes a significant historical event or place in her Regency novels.

If you enjoy her historical romance novels, you may want to read books she has written in other sub-genres. Vikki writes sweet contemporaries as Vikki McCombie and erotic romances as V.L. Edwards.

Vikki has lived in the beautiful foothills of the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband, Jim, who is the most tolerant man in the world to put up with her when she is in a writing frenzy. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find her curled up in a comfortable chair reading her Kindle, lost in a good book with a cup of tea at her side.

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Excerpt from THE REPLACEMENT BRIDE by Cynthia Woolf

9781938887734CHAPTER 1

March 15, 1873

Jesse Donovan read the letter from his fiancée Rebecca Jane Flynn twice and still didn’t believe it. Finally he read it out loud.

March 6, 1873

Dear Jesse,

I know we were planning on being married when I came out to Hope’s Crossing in a few weeks. But, I can’t. I simply cannot give up living in New York City for some tiny town in the middle of nowhere in the Montana Territory. Do stores exist there or do you have to grow your own food? Can you actually see me scratching around in the dirt trying to plant seeds?

I’ve decided to stay in New York and marry Simon Coleridge. He may not have as much money as you now do, but he can keep me in the style I want to be kept. I hope you’ll find some nice woman who won’t mind living in a little town and getting her hands dirty.

Perhaps you can get a mail-order bride. Several agencies here in New York provide that service. The best known one is Matchmaker & Co. I’ve included a clipping from the newspaper with their advertisement.

Good luck, and have a happy life.

Rebecca Jane

Jesse crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it across the room. Then he slumped down into his chair and covered his face with his hands. Anger pushed through. He stood up and kicked the chair. Love isn’t real. Didn’t Rebecca Jane just prove that? He loved her and she dumped him like so much trash. That would never happen again.

He looked down at the clipping that had fallen onto the table when he opened the letter. He still needed a wife and a hostess. A mail-order bride? Him? He wouldn’t have to worry about love and Sam Longworth, the sheriff, had done all right. Jo was a beautiful woman who could cook, clean and hunt with Sam, both people and animals. Jo was a bounty hunter before she married Sam but she didn’t tell him until she had to when one of her bounties escaped and came after her.

Seems, if he remembered correctly, Sam had used this same mail-order bride company but not the one out of New York. Guess he better go talk to Sam…or Jo. She might be the one to ask about the brides that these places have.

With a shake of his head, Jesse picked up and read the advertisement.

Are you lonely? Looking for a wife to help you and care for you. Someone to have your children and keep your home. Apply at Matchmaker & Co. 221 Baker Avenue, New York City, New York or 467 10th Street, Golden, Colorado. Send your inquiries to the attention of Mrs. Maggie Black.

The office in Golden was closer, so Jesse would write to that one…after he talked to Jo.

He walked down to Sam and Jo’s house, next to the jail. Jesse heard a commotion on the other side of the door and wondered if he should knock but he did anyway.

Moments later the door opened and Jo Longworth stood there with a crying baby in her arms.

“Oh, Jesse. Just the person I need.”

She thrust the crying baby at him then hurried into the kitchen.

Jesse jostled the infant to quiet his crying. “Shh, now you’re fine.”

The baby stared wide-eyed at him.

Jesse followed Jo to the kitchen. “Hello, Paul.” Jesse crooned to the baby. “What’s the matter? Is your mama being mean to you? Hmm?”

“No,” came the reply from the kitchen. “I’m not being mean to him. He needs changing, and I have to get the clothes off the line before he can have a clean diaper. Hold him for a bit, will you?”

“Sure. Holding him reminds me of caring for my baby sisters and brothers.”

Jesse sat at the table and held little Paul with his hands cupped around the baby’s head and the child’s feet at Jesse’s elbows, His body cradled and protected from the hard wood by Jesse’s arms.

Jo came back inside with a basket full of clean dry clothes. Her pretty blond hair in a bun at her nape, but wisps of hair escaped framing her face in long curls. She was tall and had pretty blue eyes. If he found someone as pretty as Jo, he’d be a lucky man.

“I’ll take him now. As soon as I change him you can have him back. He does seem to love you so.”

She pulled two diapers off the top, and laid a towel on the table. Then she came over to Jesse and Paul, picking up the baby and changing his diaper on the towel.

“I have a way with babies and small children.” But not with women.

“Indeed you do. But you didn’t come all this way to take care of Paul for me. What can I do for you? Would you like a cup of coffee?” She jutted her chin toward the stove.

Jo gave Paul back to Jesse and then tackled the folding of the clothes in the basket.

“Yes, coffee would be good.”

With the baby in his arms he angled his head and looked at Jo.

“Why did you become a mail-order bride? You’re a beautiful woman. You could have your choice of men.”

“I take it you think I’m not good enough,” said Sam as he entered from the living room.

“No, it’s not that.” He didn’t want to tell them but he decided he should. “You might as well know. Rebecca Jane has decided to marry someone else and stay in New York City. She didn’t want to come to the wilds of Montana and Hope’s Crossing.”

Jo came over and hugged him around the shoulders, while he sat holding her son. “You deserve better than some rich hoity-toity woman, but I’m so sorry anyway.”

Jesse shrugged. “Don’t be. I’ll just get a replacement.”

Sam, tall, with brown hair and mustache, raised his eyebrows. “A replacement…bride?”

“That’s right. I’m sending for a mail-order bride. Like Jo.”

“Like…Jo?” repeated Sam, glancing toward his wife.

“Yes.” Jesse noticed a disbelieving tone to Sam’s voice. “Is there something wrong?”

“You do realize how lucky I was to get Jo?” asked Sam.

“He can be just as lucky,” said Jo as she went back to folding her laundry. “Are you using the same company? Matchmaker & Co? Mrs. Black is very good and she’ll make sure you are who and what you say you are before she sends one of her ladies.”

Sam grinned. “She’s not as cautious with the girls.”

“Not true.” Jo shook her head. “She knew I was a bounty hunter, knew everything there was to know about me and accepted me anyway. She said I was exactly what you needed.”

“Sounds to me,” Jesse put the baby up on his shoulder and stood, “like this Mrs. Black knows more than what we tell her.”

“She sends a man to screen you before she accepts you as a client,” said Jo.

“I guess I better write her then.” He handed little Paul back to his mother. “If I expect to get married any time soon.” Regardless of what I think of her process, it’s a necessary evil and she does get good results. He looked over at Sam and Jo. Sam was holding Paul now while Jo finished with the laundry. If only I could get as lucky, I’ll be a happy man. Won’t I? And what about Harry Smith? Is it fair to bring a wife here when Harry’s threatening to get even with me for firing him?

March 16, 1873

Dear Mrs. Black,

My name is Jesse Donovan. I’m six feet tall with brown hair, brown eyes and all my teeth. I’ve included a recent photograph. I am a miner who struck the big one and am now quite wealthy. I am in need of a wife who can serve as my hostess and give me children. My former fiancée decided to remain in New York and marry someone else, rather than venture to Hope’s Crossing. I’m looking for someone who will not be put off by living in a small town. I’ve built a new house, the nicest in town, and need someone to help me care for my home and fill it with children.

I’ve been referred to you by Jo Shafter, now Longworth. She said that you have the extraordinary ability to pick the right woman for each man, or perhaps I should say the perfect man for each of your ladies.

Yours Sincerely,

Jesse Donovan

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Pursuing The Life of a Starving Artist with Delirious Delight (and a constant craving for chocolate) by Elaine Dodge

Harcourt's Mountain by Elaine Dodge - 500No matter what title I’ve held in any profession I’ve pursued, my sub-title has always been ‘starving artist’. This was in no way, let me assure you, a romantic title. Only poet’s think it’s romantic, but then they’ve been known to declaim the romantic allure of daffodils and lonely clouds. And as the majority of the romantic poets seem to have wafted through life amid the haze of opium fumes, one can’t really take their notions on being a starving artist with more than a pinch of salt. Not that a starving artist could spare salt for such trivialities as that.

My entire life’s ambition was to ‘make movies’. No one in Zimbabwe, certainly not my career guidance counsellor at school, even knew that film school, such a wondrous palace of dreams, even existed. They certainly didn’t in Africa. He suggested, even though I answered every question on the tediously long form with the blunt statement, “I want to make movies,” that I pursue ‘commercial art’. Schools really should be more careful when electing personnel to the rather lofty heights of career guidance councillor. ‘Commercial art’ hadn’t been called that for nigh-on twenty years when he gave me this sage piece of advice.

Nevertheless, the sage had spoken and my parents agreed. It helped that, after a brief foray into nursing to appease my mother – where I discovered the horrors of bedpans and the male surgical ward – our church choir master accepted a post at the local polytechnic in Harare in the Graphic Art department. It was but a hop and a skip to signing up for a three-year London City & Guilds Design for Print Diploma.

Unperturbed, well only a little, I threw myself into graphic design. I had, you see, a plan! ‘Top Gun’ had recently come out and I had heard, rightly or wrongly, that the director had once worked in advertising. Somehow, I was going to make movies, even if it meant slipping in through the back door artfully disguised as a graphic designer.

After a few years designing packaging for bacon, I threw in the towel and escaped on a two-and-a-half year jaunt around the world, on my own. A hideous nightmare for a confirmed introvert but, little did I know it, a wonderful source of scenes, atmosphere and location notes for a career well ahead in future.

When I returned to Zimbabwe to attend the weddings of various men in my family, I realised I needed to earn a living and once more resorted to the only thing I knew – graphic design.

A mere hand-span of years on, I was invited to join a company of designers, starvation having been held off thanks to dearest dad during that time. A few years later, that company was bought out by an advertising firm. The plan was starting to kick up a notch, albeit, only into first gear.

Rising through the ranks to Assistant Creative Director would, one would have thought, have increased my bank balance and made being a starving artist a thing of the past. One forgets that one lived in Zimbabwe, the land of the Trillion dollar note.

I was then offered a position as Creative Director in South Africa. I packed the cat and anything else that would fit into the car and headed towards the Antarctic. Johannesburg is a mere 7 342kms from the frozen wastes, but let’s not quibble. A year after arriving, my potential movie career was slammed into second gear when I was appointed Producer and Voice-over Artist on a reality TV show with a local television company.  Another hop, skip and jump and three years after that, I was Producer, Writer, and occasionally Director and Voice-over Artist with a wildlife TV production company working on more shark shows for Discovery and National Geographic than I previously thought possible. I mean, how much is there to say about sharks – they’re big, grey, swim in the sea and are rather fond of humans for lunch. Except, it turns out, they’re not remotely interested in humans until they discover one is quite tasty and conveniently already in their jaws.

Elaine Dodge 3Third gear. Soon, the movie career was going to happen soon. The starving part of being an artist was thankfully slipping into being no more than an old memory.

The one thing about living in Africa is that, despite the realities of life, everyone is unduly optimistic. It must be the sun and rather laissez-faire attitude that tends to prevail. There we were happily swimming with sharks, making award winning documentaries about the poor misunderstood creatures and the next – we’d all been retrenched. The company shrunk from fifty-five to eight overnight. It took a little while longer for my bank balance to go the same way but go it did, and I was once more among the elite – the starving artist elite.

However, by this time I had written my first novel, ‘Harcourt’s Mountain’. I had come to the stunning realisation that perhaps it wasn’t ‘making movies’ that held the ultimate allure for me, but rather ‘telling stories’.

So, now I pursue the role of starving artist with quite another goal ahead of me. I write copy for various companies in order to pay the rent and to support the new dream – being a novelist. It’s not too bad. I’ve gotten used to the garret. It has a spectacular view over the largest man-made forest in the world, which one doesn’t find too often, and which helps to sooth the soul as one wrestles with truculent plots. And if you’re looking for recipes for beans and rice, I’m your woman!

 

Blurb

Spring, 1867 – the western frontier of British Columbia hardly seems a likely place for romance. Filthy, terrified and confused, Hope Booker is waiting to be sold off the ‘bride ship’. Luke Harcourt happens upon the sale. It’s not love at first sight, but he feels compelled to save her from a life of slavery and prostitution. To allay her fears of being raped by him, Luke promises never to touch her. Being a man of his word, this is a pledge he quickly finds almost impossible to keep.

Battling their growing attraction to each other, they must learn to live together in the forests of the wild and almost unexplored mountains. They face white water, Indians, wolves, and dangerous men.

No longer able to deny their feelings, their ‘happy-ever-after’ is shattered when a corrupt land baron forces Luke’s hand. Enraged at the man’s actions, Luke rides into town and disappears.

Alone and pregnant Hope faces the prospect of the worst winter in ten years.  The trauma of fighting off a hungry grizzly brings on labor, but the baby is stuck. Luke, meanwhile wakes up on a ship bound for South America, captained by a revengeful sadist who means to murder him. Luke’s chances of survival are slim. Can he stay alive and make it back to Hope in time?

Excerpt

The street was so crowded Harcourt couldn’t get through. They came to a halt outside the brothel. With the bride ship in town it was a relatively quiet day for the girls of the Bright Star Saloon. They crowded the balcony watching the to-ings and fro-ings, calling out ribald remarks to men who had been customers only the night before.

A brightly coloured redhead spotted their wagon. “Mr. Harcourt has himself a bride,” she exclaimed in a sing-song voice. “Heard you paid a lot of money for her, Luke.”

“She doesn’t look like a lot of fun, Luke,” mocked a brassy blonde. “You could have had all of us for that amount of money, honey!”

“At the same time!” yelled the redhead. The girls screeched with laughter.

“Come on Luke, ditch the stuck-up bride and come and have some fun with Babette and the girls!” The blonde wriggled her hips invitingly.

Hope sagged a little beside him and Harcourt felt a blush surge up. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed by the girls’ attention or the flush in his face. He expected Hope to say something. It would be the predictable response. She sat up a little straighter but stayed silent. That was a surprise. Clearly she’d decided discretion was the better part of valour. She shot a quick glance in his direction and then looked down at her hands.

He tipped his hat to the blowzy girls. “Afternoon ladies.”

“Oooh,” cooed the girls, giggling.

“Honey,” the blonde one called, leaning as far over as she could, her straining bodice barely holding her ample self from tumbling out. Hope realised the girl was talking to her. “You going to let that new man of yours come by and visit with us next time he’s in town? Or you going to keep him on a tight leash? We would hate to lose touch with a man we know so well.”

The other whores roared with laughter at her emphasis on the word touch.

Luke grinned up at them. “Now ladies, you might know my name, but that’s about all.” They immediately came up with a variety of ways they could get to know him. “It all sounds very intriguing,” he replied, “but I’m afraid I will have to decline, yet again.”

The blonde leaned out even further. “We’ll get you one day, Luke Harcourt.” The girls all laughed. A space had opened up; he flicked the reins, tipped his hat again at the whores and the cart pulled away.

Glancing over at Hope he saw a small curve flicker across her lips. Although she was trying hard not to smile at all, her laughing eyes gave her away the relief she obviously felt. He wasn’t sure why he’d wanted her to know he didn’t visit the Bright Star, but it had been a good idea. Even though they barely knew each other, Harcourt didn’t want her thinking he was the type of man who visited prostitutes.

 

Buy Links

Kindle US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EK0V2Y4/ref=cm_sw_su_dp

Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harcourts-Mountain-Elaine-Dodge-ebook/dp/B00EK0V2Y4

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/347550

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/fi/book/harcourts-mountain/id691811266

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A Visit with Kate McMurray

Ten Days In AugustWhat genre(s) do you write in and why?

I am undoubtedly a romance author (I’ve been drawn to love stories my whole life, and I find a great deal of comfort in the HEA, as a reader and as a writer), though I dabble in a few different genres. Most of my published books are contemporary, though I have also written what I think of as light paranormal stories (books that are largely contemporaries with some paranormal elements) and now historicals.

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

The current book is Ten Days in August, a historical romance set in NYC during a heat wave in 1896. This summer, I also have a category romance called The Greek Tycoon’s Green Card Groom coming out, part of Dreamspinner Press’s Dreamspun Desires line (gay romances in the mold of old Harlequins, a project that I, as a longtime Harlequin reader, am delighted to be a part of). I also have two backlist reissues out this year: Out in the Field, a romance between two major league baseball players, will be out in May, and The Boy Next Door, my take on a contemporary small-town romance, will be out in August.

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

Ten Days in August has two heroes. Hank Brandt is a no-nonsense police detective. He’s clever and willing to take risks, but this sometimes means he prioritizes justice over practicality and his own career. He’s a little sloppy, too, preferring his own comfort over protocol, as demonstrated in the excerpt. Nicky Sharp sings and dances at a club for men seeking men, and he usually does his act in drag. Nicky is friendly and loves his family, but he doesn’t trust easily and tends to keep people at a distance. For both heroes to get their HEA, they have to overcome a lot of their own limitations to be with each other.

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?
I read a little of everything, although I love in particular historical romance (I like binging on Regencies), contemporary romance (especially if it’s a little edgy or different), and romantic suspense.

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

I tend to read in the same genres I write. I draw inspiration from good writers, and I write books that I’d want to read. I also like a lot of edgier books that deal with heavy issues I don’t see myself writing, although who knows?

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

Probably. I’m not sure that I did. True story: when I was in sixth grade, we read a short story in my English class, and one of my assignments was to write an alternate ending to the story. It seemed obvious to me that the big warrior and the princess from the story were going to fall in love and get married. Apparently I’m the only one who thought so; my teacher told me I was a romantic. Then I graduated from college with a literature degree and thought I was writing mainstream literary fiction for awhile, but after a hiatus from reading romance, I got back into it and realized it was what I’d been wanting to write all along.

What are you currently working on?

TenDaysinAugustTour copyI have a bunch of projects in various states of completion, including a romance between a second-chance romance fashion designer and a photographer, a series about the lawyers who work in a well-respected law firm with lots of political intrigue, and a series about cops in the 80s that is really at its beginning stages. (I always work on 2 or 3 things simultaneously. It’s just how my brain works.)

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

My advice: believe all things are possible. I think writers get in their own way a lot, thinking they aren’t good enough or that their work doesn’t have value. I know a couple of writers who are brilliant but not published yet because they keep holding themselves back. Readers aren’t interested in what they write, they tell me, or they’ll never get an agent, or they’ll never sell more than ten copies. But I’m here to tell you, nothing will happen if you don’t start shopping that story around. It may just be the next big thing.

What did you want to be when you were a child?
I’ve wanted to be a teacher on and off over the years. I never really pursued it, but have found a way to incorporate it into my career in other ways. (I work in educational publishing, writing and editing textbook content mostly, and I teach classes at writers conventions, which I find really rewarding.) When I was a teenager, I really wanted to be a fashion designer. I took fashion drawing classes and made a scrapbook of looks cut out from the catalogs my mother got in the mail (which is essentially how I use Pinterest now; that scrapbook is a digital compendium of pretty clothes), and I had notebooks full of sketches of my designs. I chickened out and didn’t apply to art school, but I think it’s always been clear I’d end up doing something creative when I grew up. If I hadn’t become a writer, I would have gone into art or music.

 Do you or have you belonged to a writing organization?  Which one?  Have the helped you with your writing?  How?
I’m currently president of the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America. I ran for president because I wanted to give back, because I’ve gotten a lot out of my membership. I’ve met so many wonderful people, gotten lots of good advice and encouragement, networked with people who have helped my career. I really do think it is absolutely worthwhile to join if you’re a romance writer.

Blurb

From the Lower East Side to uptown Manhattan, a curious detective searches for clues on the sidewalks of New York—and finds a secret world of forbidden love that’s too hot to handle…

New York City, 1896. As the temperatures rise, so does the crime rate. At the peak of this sizzling heat wave, police inspector Hank Brandt is called to investigate the scandalous murder of a male prostitute. His colleagues think he should drop the case, but Hank’s interest is piqued, especially when he meets the intriguing key witness: a beautiful female impersonator named Nicholas Sharp.

As a nightclub performer living on the fringes of society, Nicky is reluctant to place his trust in a cop—even one as handsome as Hank. With Police Commissioner Theodore Roosevelt cracking down on vice in the city, Nicky’s afraid that getting involved could end his career. But when he realizes his life is in danger—and Hank is his strongest ally—the two men hit the streets together to solve the crime. From the tawdry tenements of the Lower East Side to the moneyed mansions of Fifth Avenue, Nicky and Hank are determined to uncover the truth. But when things start heating up between them, it’s not just their lives on the line. It’s their love…

 

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Nicholas Sharp—stage name Paulina Clodhopper—stood outside Club Bulgaria in his street clothes, smoking the last of a cigarillo. It was doing nothing to calm his nerves. He tossed the butt of it toward the street and rearranged the red scarf draped around his neck. It was too hot for such frippery, but he had an image to maintain, and besides, the police were on their way. He wanted to look somewhat respectable. Really, though, Nicky would have much preferred a long soak in an ice bath while wearing nothing at all.

The sun blared down on the Bowery and it smelled like someone had died—which, Nicky acknowledged, had happened in truth—and it was nearly unbearable, but he couldn’t stand inside any longer. Not with Edward laid out on the floor like… well. Nicky didn’t want to think of it.

A man in rolled-up shirtsleeves and an ugly brown waistcoat, his hands shoved in his pockets, walked down the street toward Nicky. The man beside him must have been boiling inside his crisp police uniform.

The man in uniform looked Nicky up and down with an expression of deep skepticism on his face. “Are you Mr. Juel?” His tone indicated his real question was, Are you even a real man?

Nicky bristled. “No, darling. He’s inside.”

The man in shirtsleeves said, “You work here?”

“Yes.”

This man was really quite attractive, in a sweaty, disheveled way, though Nicky supposed there was no way around that in this weather. The man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and then pulled the dusty bowler hat off his head, revealing dark brown hair cut short. He wiped his whole face from his damp forehead to his thick mustache before he dropped the hat back on his head. There seemed to be a strong body under the wrinkled clothing, but it was hard to tell. Still, this man intrigued Nicky. His companion in the uniform was blond and bearded and looked considerably more polished, but in a bland way. The disheveled man was far more interesting.

“I’ll take you in to see Mr. Juel,” Nicky said. “That is, if I could have your names.”

“I’m Detective Stephens,” said the uniformed man briskly.

“Hank Brandt,” said the man in shirtsleeves.

“Acting Inspector Henry Brandt,” Stephens said. “Honestly, Brandt, there are protocols.”

Brandt grunted and waved his hand dismissively at Stephens. To Nicky, he said, “And you are?”

“Nicholas Sharp. Come with me.” He led the police officers inside.

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Kate McMurray is an award-winning author romance author and an unabashed romance fan. When she’s not writing, she works as a nonfiction editor, dabbles in various crafts, and is maybe a tiny bit obsessed with base­ball. She is currently president of the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.

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Allied Operations by Tracy Tappan

ALLIED 72dpiI clearly remember the chilling phone call.

“There’s been a fatal helicopter crash in the squadron.”

My knees turn to water. I don’t end up collapsing to the floor, but only because my own husband is telling me the news, so he’s obviously okay. But someone else isn’t. And that’s blood-icing.

I grip the receiver. “Who?”

“Walt Hogan died, and Mark Eoff is in critical condition.”

My next breath is raw and burning. Tears leap to my eyes. I’ve never been an easy crier, but I cry now.

Mark! He and his wife, Tricia, live just down the street from me and my husband, Jeff. They are good friends—good people. I don’t know Walt too well, but his death is a profound loss to the entire squadron, and I feel that pall over the days to come.

Mark Eoff CruiseI want to reach out to Tricia right away, but she’s spending a lot of time at the hospital. Understandably—her husband is teetering on the verge of death. In fact, she’s told several times to prepare for the worst; Mark isn’t going to make it.

I finally manage to visit Tricia on one of her breaks home from the hospital. She isn’t crying when she opens the door to her house, but it’s clear she has been, and, well…we take one look at each other and both break down again.

I don’t remember exactly what we talked about that night. But I do recall a very clear thought; that Tricia was living through every pilot wife’s worst nightmare—her husband had been gravely injured in the line of duty.

We military wives deal with a lot of worry. When our husbands are deployed, we worry about them facing danger on a daily basis, and we live in constant fear of the CO showing up on our doorstep. I think aviator wives also suffer the added stress of knowing that every single time our husbands get into an aircraft, it could break.

That fateful day of Mark and Walt’s accident, something did break on their aircraft: a cable in the rear rotor blade wore through and failed. These two pilots didn’t do anything wrong, and yet a fine man died, and another one came frighteningly close.

Mark’s death would’ve be a cruel loss to the world. He’s a 6’3” teddy bear of a fellow, good-natured, with a dry wit, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard an unkind word come out of his mouth. Considering all that happened to Mark, it’s a miracle he made it through, but I’m thankful he did.

The crash Mark endured was one of the worst experiences of his life, but he is just the sort of generous soul who would openly share his experiences with me.

During the writing of my military romantic suspense, ALLIED OPERATIONS, Mark was kind enough to consult with me in order to help me make some of the more heart-wrenching scenes of my book as real as possible. I’m known for my stories of gritty realism, but I’m hoping that, with Mark’s guidance, I’ve created an immersive experience with ALLIED OPERATIONS that readers have never experienced before.

Tracy and Mark EoffTracy and Mark at a bbq at Tracy’s house in 2014

 

 

 

 

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In the fight to save four American hostages held deep in the harsh terrain of northern Pakistan, a newspaper reporter and a Navy pilot face off with a dangerous terrorist group…and each other!

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Tracy is the bestselling and award-winning author of gritty romance, her books spanning genres across paranormal (The Community series), military romantic suspense (The Wings of Gold series), and medieval historical (The Baron’s War trilogy). During nearly twenty-five years spent as a naval aviator’s wife, she lived all over the United States and in Europe, enjoying seven years overseas in the diplomatic community, first in Rome then in Madrid, until her family settled back in San Diego. Tracy holds a master’s degree in Marriage, Family, and Child Counseling (MFCC), loves to play tennis, is a volunteer puppy raiser for Guide Dogs for the Blind, and enjoys a good glass of wine.

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A Visit with Nancy Raven Smith

LandSharks-200x314Hi Cindy. Thank you for inviting me to visit your wonderful blog. It’s always a pleasure to chat about writing.

How did you get started writing?

I was always a voracious reader, but I backed into writing accidentally.  I was working on film and television projects as a production coordinator. Unless you’re on a series, all below the line employees on film and television projects work a limited number of months and then those jobs end.  The employees then move on to new jobs on other projects.  So looking for the next job is a constant activity. In an effort to add a new skill, I took a class at UCLA on analyzing screenplays. Producers, actors, and directors often have their assistants read submitted material first, to see if it’s worth their time. I fell in love with writing during that class and went back to school to study writing at UCLA.

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

I write mysteries with humor and romance because that’s what I love to read. Think Elizabeth Peters Vicky Bliss series, Dorothy Gilman, or Janet Evanovich.

Traditional mysteries are in both my nurture and my nature. My father was a successful American WWII code breaker. He was a lover of Perry Mason, and Nero Wolfe. Their books and Ellery Queen magazines filled our family bookshelves. I followed in his reading footsteps and came to appreciate mysteries. My mother always enjoyed complicated jigsaw puzzles with intricate pictures on them. For me, writing mysteries is like creating a puzzle and then scattering the pieces throughout the story for the reader to have the fun of putting it back together.

What inspired your latest book?

A few years ago, I researched identity theft for a screenplay. It was a time when few people were aware of it. Since then I’ve been sensitive to the problems it can cause and the personal ramifications that identity theft can have on its victims. That led me to a general interest in fraud. As the target of fraud is to acquire money, power, or goods that can be cashed in, I thought who is more likely to be involved with it than a bank fraud investigator? That’s how my fictional protagonist, Lexi Winslow, acquired her career. From there, I conssidered where do the wealthiest people live who are most likely to be targeted. New York, Miami, and Beverly Hills came to mind. I knew Beverly Hills the best and chose it as Lexi’s workplace location. The fraud I used as the basis for this story is a more personal one that’s harder to diagnose than identity theft.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

The time necessary to concentrate on marketing. Although the part I do love about marketing is meeting other authors and people who love reading.

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

My next project is as an advisor on my husband’s new book, The Reluctant Farmer of Whimsey Hill. It’s his memoir of our early married life. He was a robotics engineer for the US Navy and I convinced him to move to a rural farm in Virginia which I promptly filled with 26 rescue horses, 12 cats, 10 dogs, and a cow, plus two suburban teenagers. There were many more animals in total, but that’s the most we had at any one time. As an animal phobic person, you can imagine how crazy the animal environment was for him. We expect the book to be out by July, 2016.

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

My advice would be to thoroughly investigate the advantages and disadvantages of both self and traditional publishing before making a choice.

Do you have critique partners?

I have a reading circle of friends. They’re my beta readers and are composed of about 50/50 trained writers and readers. We don’t have meetings or anything like that, but when any of us wants feedback, we’ll send our manuscript to about half of the group. We save the other half for reading the revised version.

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

My road to publication was like a three legged race at a company barbeque picnic. Totally crazy. After I had finished the first draft of Land Sharks, I was reading articles by author and Sisters In Crime Guppy President, James M Jackson. He was writing about being an Amazon/Kindle Scout Program Winner for his book, Ant Farm. Since I was a debut author and I had recently decided to part ways with my agent from another project, I thought why not? I researched it quickly, submitted my book, and was accepted into the program. That was immediately followed by a month of intense campaigning  for votes/nominations. I was thrilled and surprised when Land Sharks was selected for ebook publication by Kindle Press. Next was submission of the final manuscript, a flurry of contract signings, bank account details, sending a new bio and book description for Kindle’s approval, etc. Once Kindle approved the final manuscript, they sent it off to Kirkus Editing.  When the notes came back in two and a half weeks, I did another polish. Kindle Press only takes the ebook and audio book versions. The author retains all other rights. So at the same time, I was preparing the paperback version with CreateSpace to publish simultaneously with the ebook version.  Did I mention this was during Thanksgiving and Christmas? My book was chosen in the first week of November and published on December 22nd.

Thank goodness for my partner in the three –legged race – my husband, who had my back through all of it.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

A bank fraud investigator goes undercover in Sumatra to find a young woman who may or may not be kidnapped. Her job might be easier if she didn’t have to deal with her boss’s untrained son who has a crush on her and the unexpected appearance of an ex-boyfriend who’s a conman and has his own secret agenda.

 

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She sketches as she talks and one of the orphan orangutans comes to life on her pad.

She really is good. When I say so, she looks embarrassed.

“Thank you, but most of my classmates at school are better.”

Having seen her work, I doubt it. She either doesn’t realize how good she is or she’s being modest. Wait. Neither of those would describe my conception of Karista as a rich snob.

In fact, she appears shy. Darn. It looks like I’m going to have to change my opinion of her. First Andre, then Steve, and now Karista. One would almost think that I’m a bad judge of character. The distressing evidence continues mounting up to prove it.

“We should join the others,” Javier says to Karista.

She doesn’t raise her head from her drawing. “You go ahead, honey. I’ll be along in a minute.”

“It’s okay. I’ll wait with you.”

She gives him a sweet smile, but doesn’t stop sketching.

I know a stalemate when I see one. I’ll have to try to get her alone another time.

I excuse myself and head back to the group, which is clustered near the edge of the ravine. I stand between Steve and Grace and look down the deep cliff at the river.

Two young Sumatran elephants are playing in the water below. Steve and others take pictures with their zoom lenses. There’s lots of jostling in the group for better angles and movement to get a better view.

Suddenly, Grace screams as she erupts forward from the group and toward the ravine’s edge. I manage to grab her arm as she goes by, but her impetus swings her body over the edge and lands me facedown, still hanging on to her. I can’t manage her weight for long. Nor do I have the strength to pull her up by myself.

Rocks and dirt shower down the sheer wall. I try to dig my toes into the ground to stop myself as I’m drawn inexorably closer and closer to the edge, but the ground is too soft to get a good purchase. Still, there’s no way I’m letting Grace go.

Abruptly, Grace’s weight stops dragging me past the cliff edge. Looking down, I can barely make out a tiny outcropping that Grace’s toes rest on. Thank goodness for that.

“Help,” I call out. “Help!” The dirt under Grace is crumbling. Another second and we could both plunge to our deaths.

People are moving away in shock, but not closer to help. Then a hand passes me and locks onto Grace’s arm next to mine.

“Swing your other arm up, Grace,” Steve says from beside me. She manages to raise it and he grabs her hand.

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Nancy Raven Smith grew up in Virginia where she ran horse sport events. Later in California, she traded her event experience for film work as a production coordinator and enrolled at UCLA to study screenwriting. Her scripts have won numerous awards, but she decided to write one idea as a novel. To her surprise, she discovered a passion for writing mysteries. She joined Sisters in Crime, Romance Writers of America, & Mystery Writers of America. There she experienced a deep camaraderie with the other authors who made her feel welcome. Raven Smith realized that she found her true creative home in writing mysteries/romantic suspense. Land SharksA Swindle in Sumatra is her first mystery/romantic suspense novel. She hopes people will enjoy reading it as much as she did writing it.

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