An Interview with Pamela Aares

Please help me welcome Pamela Aares to my blog today. She’s given me a wonderful interview and it giving one commentor a dopy of her book Fielders Choice.

Fielders_Choice_Cover_LARGE_EBOOK_2Can you please share with us a little about yourself?

I write contemporary and historic romance. I live in the coastal wine country just north of San Francisco with my husband and two rascal cats. Most of my life I lived in cities so the organic garden feels like a small farm on most days and country life is still very new to me.

How did you get started writing?

I’m lucky to have had a family that loves stories. My great-great uncle James was a famous American poet and the love of language and storytelling stayed in the family. I wrote my first play in grade school and fell into the power of story. I went on to write and produce documentaries for PBS and National Public Radio. I also wrote grants and ran national and international campaigns to improve the lives of wild animal and their habitats–story is at the heart of any good grant proposal–it’s the stories of the animals and their lives that grab people’s hearts and create change for the better. I moved away from writing documentaries and started writing romance in 2004. In some ways romance picked me–I’m convinced that love powers everything in the universe!

What is your most interesting writing quirk?

I love heroes and heroines that walk off with the story and who challenge each other so strongly that by the end of the book nothing can pull them apart. As far as personal, writing craft quirks? I make story maps. My walls look like something out of the film “A Beautiful Mind– papers taped to the walls, yellow and pink and green stickies all over the room. Sometimes guests walk in and their jaws drop. They’d never imagined the craft that lives behind a good book.

How many books have you written? Do you have a favorite?

I’ve written seven books. My favorite is always the one I am writing at the time. Well, except I have a Victorian saga, it crosses two continents and is set in 1851– that story is always lurking, waiting to be revised. It placed in the Heart-to-Heart Award at SFARWA last year and readers who know about it keep asking for it! I want to finish the first six books in the Heart of the Game series first, though before I go back to revise it.

Tell us about your current series/WIP.

I’m putting the finishing touches on Love on the Line, the fourth book in the Heart of the Game series and I’m in the second draft of middle of Aim for Love, book five in the series. The Heart of the Game series features All-Star, alpha male athletes and the strong and fascinating women they come to love. It’s based around the All-Star heroes, their Major League Baseball teammates and one family, the Tavonesi’s. I love that readers appreciate the heroines and their strengths.

In the first book, Love Bats Last, the heroine, Jackie Brandon, is a world-class marine mammal vet. She takes enormous risks, rappelling down cliffs to rescue whales, jumping out of boats to free sea lions caught in nets. She’s amazing. And very, very allergic to athletes due to a bad experience in her past.

Chloe McNalley, he heroine in the second book, Thrown by Love, inherits a baseball team when her father dies and she finds herself smack in the middle of the tough, male-focused world of Major League Baseball.

In the third book, Fielder’s Choice, Alana Tavonesi, a young and carefree heiress, inherits her grandmother’s internationally famous organic olive ranch. Think Green Acres with a twist!

What inspired your latest book?

In the 5th book, Aim for Love, I was gripped by the excellence of Japanese athletes. A teammate of my husband managed the team that won the World Series in Japan. Then one thing led to another and I found myself fascinated by the Samurai masters who can draw a sword and slice a 2mm ceramic BB shot at them from 72 feet before it hits them. If I hadn’t seen it in slow motion, I might not have believed it possible. So the hero in book five is a sixteenth generation trained Samurai, but he’s also an American, a peach farmer, and one of the hottest young pitchers to ever throw from the baseball mound.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Write. Don’t get pulled off course by social media. Stay focused on your manuscript. (Advice I need to heed during these hectic pre-release and launch months!)

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

Characters show up and won’t go away. I do use very careful outlines, I have enormous respect for story structure, but the characters rule. I believe that a writer’s life influences the trove of creative possibilities that can show up. It’s one reason that having a full life experience can make for great books.

What was the deciding factor in self-publishing your book(s)? Did you decide on ebook or print only or both?

I had interest from New York agents and publishers. I was tempted. At a crucial moment, one of the authors in my writing group, a writer who has had great success with self-publishing, told me to resist the temptation to go with New York to start out. She advised me to self-publish my books and then if I wanted to do print deals down the road, that option would be open. I’ll always be grateful to her for her timely advice.

What advice can you offer to anyone deciding to self-publish?

Be ready to work very, very hard. And for those just starting out, enjoy the time while you are writing your first book– that’s the honeymoon. After that you’ll have all the production and marketing competing with your time and energy and unless you’re disciplined, those activities can eat into your writing time. And make sure to join a couple of the excellent self-published author loops, those are extremely helpful.

What’s your favorite part of writing? Least favorite?

I love the process of revising the fourth draft after my professional editor had read it and given me revision notes. My least favorite? The second draft; I find that’s the hardest for me. But really digging in to the motivations, conflict and the deeply held beliefs of the character is crucial to having a great book in the end, so it’s worth the hard work!

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

When I first started out, ten years ago, I had been in a writing group. Most of the other writers were non-fiction writers and I was producing The Earth’s Imagination at the time. I learned so much from their dedication and seeing their work evolve, but because of the film works, I wasn’t actively writing.

When I began drafting my first romance novel, I was going it alone. Then I spoke with Catherine Coulter. Hers was the first romance I ever read (Midsummer Magic). She told me about RWA. And I will be forever grateful. The workshops, magazine, on-line loops and face-to-face get meetings with other authors made such a difference as I worked to improve my craft. Film writing is very different from novel writing. The structure is similar but the craft of writing is very different. I’m also fortunate that my local chapter of RWA, the San Francisco Bay Area chapter, has many experienced authors who are generous and share their experiences and wisdom.

Where can readers find your books? Print/Ebook?

All of the books in the Heart of the Game series and also my historical, Jane Austen and the Archangel, are available at the on-line stores in both print and ebook. And my website, http://www.PamelaAares.com has a complete listing of my books.

And I’m giving away a gift copy of Love Bats Last, the first book in the Heart of the Game series to one of your readers who comment on your blog today.

Thanks for having me, Cindy!

Blurb: Fielder’s Choice

When love’s the game, you can’t play it safe…

All-Star shortstop Matt Darrington has more than a problem. His wife died, and now he’s juggling a too-smart-for-her-britches six-year-old and the grueling pace of professional baseball. Worse, his daughter is mom shopping. When they explore a local ranch, she decides the beautiful, free-spirited tour guide is premium mom material. Matt thinks the sexy guide looks like Grade-A trouble.

Alana Tavonesi loves her cosmopolitan life in Paris. But when she inherits the renowned Tavonesi Olive Ranch, she has to return to California and face obligations she never wanted. Selling the place is her first instinct, but life at the ranch begins to crack her open, exposing the dreams hidden inside her heart.

On a lark she leads a ranch tour, where she meets Matt Darrington. His physical power and a captivating sensual appeal fire her in a way no man ever has, but he has a kid—and being a stepmom is a responsibility Alana will never be ready for. Still…she can’t keep her mind or her hands off him.

When Matt’s daughter goes missing from a kid’s camp at the ranch, Alana organizes the search effort, knowing from experience the areas a bright child would be drawn to explore. As she and Matt work together to search for the little girl, Alana discovers that father and daughter have won her heart. Yet it may be too late for love…

pwb_twitter_photo_2About the Author

Pamela Aares is an award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance novels and also writes about fictional romance in sports with her new baseball romance book series titled Heart of the Game.
Her first book, Jane Austen and the Archangel (Angels Come to Earth, #1) was released in 2012. Midnight Becomes You, the second in the series will release this year as will the celebrated historical romance novel, The Lady and the Patriot.
Her popularity as a romance writer continues to grow with each new book release, so much so, that the Bay area author has drawn comparisons by reviewers to Nora Roberts.
Pamela Aares writes romance books that she loves reading, particularly those that entertain, transport and inspire dreams while captivating and tugging at the heart. She takes her readers on a journey with complex characters in both contemporary and historical settings who are thrown in situations that tempt love, adventure and self-discovery.
Before becoming a romance author, Aares wrote and produced award-winning films including Your Water, Your Life, featuring actress Susan Sarandon and NPR series New Voices, The Powers of the Universe and The Earth’s Imagination. She holds a Master’s degree from Harvard and currently resides in the wine country of Northern California with her husband, a former MLB All-Star and two curious cats.
If not behind her computer, you can probably find her reading a romance novel, hiking the beach or savoring life with friends. You can visit Pamela on the web at http://www.PamelaAares.com.

Fielder’s Choice
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An Interview with C J Burright

Please help me welcome CJ Burright to my blog today. CJ is going to give one lucky commenter a $5 Starbucks card, so be sure to leave her a comment.

WW-Cover-200x300_2 Are you a full time writer or do you have a “day job”?

I’d love to write FT, but there are those pesky bills that need to be paid. And food is nice to have around.  My goal is to eventually write full-time. My day job is working for an attorney. I actually enjoy my job most of the time, and helping people is a bonus. There’s not an abundance of happy circumstances that bring people into a lawyer’s office, so it’s a good feeling to be a bright spot in a dark place for people who really need a smile or a kind word.

How did you get started writing?

Originally, my story-writing stemmed from boredom. I grew up in the boonies in a time when kids were expected to entertain themselves. No video games for me! I read. A lot. And I dreamed even more. An overactive imagination plus a love of reading led to fantastical tales of my own.

Tell us about your current series/WIP.

The Wicked Series is urban fantasy with a paranormal romance edge, focusing on brooding, damaged heroes and the women who they can’t live without. Wonderfully Wicked is the first novel in the series, scheduled for release on May 13. There are the V’alkara – men who invade dreams and feed on nightmares. Their counterparts are the dreamcasters – women whose nightmares leak and come to life. The V’alkara hunt dreamcasters, which becomes a bit of a problem when the V’alkara falls for his target, but romance demands a HEA, right?

What is your favorite part of writing?

Definitely when the story unfolds like a movie in my head. It’s so exciting to see it in action play by play in my mind! Writing it down takes a lot longer, but it’s very satisfying to see the visions in my mind’s eye described how I want on paper—and sharing it with other people.

Do you have critique partners?

Oh, yes! I’d be nothing without my CPs! When I joined the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal chapter of RWA, I was very involved with the MudPuddle (their critique group). I met lots of fabulous writers, many who are now friends, and I eventually splintered off with my current critique partners into our own little group. It’s so important to have like-minded people to support and encourage each other, not to mention kick your hiney when it needs to be kicked!

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

Kalila Montgomery is used to being on her own and mopping up her messes. She longs for nothing more than to be rid of her nightmares and lead a normal life—to be accepted instead of a freak enduring a lifetime of self-imposed solitude. She’s compassionate, especially for the broken, and fights for what she loves. But Kalila is also stubborn and distrustful. What she wants—to be accepted—is also what she’s too skeptical to believe when it comes around.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Keep writing in the face of rejection. Write for yourself. Write what you love. Never stop learning the craft. When you least expect it, everything will click together, and you’ll snag that agent or editor. Don’t ever give up on your dream!

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

I mentioned RWA and the FF&P chapter earlier. The great support and learning experience in the MudPuddle was phenomenal—interacting with other aspiring and published authors, having the opportunity for guidance, and a sounding board for ideas. And did I mention the fabulous classes offered through RWA? Not only are they taught by experts in the field, they’re freakin’ cheap! I aim to take several classes a year. There are always new things to learn. The community RWA offers, especially the chapters, is something all writers should seek out—meeting other people who truly understand the ups and downs of the writer’s life. It’s nice to share victories and find encouragement when you need it from others who can empathize because they’ve been through it too.

What’s next for you?

I’m only a few chapters away from completing the rough draft of Beautifully Burned, the next book in The Wicked Series, and I’ve got the hero from the third book already demanding to have his story written. I also have a fantasy romance out on submission and hope to find a home for it soon. It happens to be my favorite. 

CJ_Burright_2BIO

C. J. Burright was born and raised in Oregon and loved it so much she never left. While she has worked for years in a law office, she chooses to avoid writing legal thrillers and instead leans toward urban fantasy, paranormal romance, or—since all things medieval and magic fascinate her—fantasy romance. A member of Romance Writers of America and Secretary for the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal special interest chapter, C. J. also has her 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and believes stories should always include a gratuitous fight scene. In what spare time she has, she enjoys working out, reading, gardening, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners with a nice glass of wine. She shares a house with her husband, daughter, and a devoted herd of cats.

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Website: http://cjburright.com/

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From his post at the door, he smoothed one errant lock of hair back into place. Powerful arms folded over his chest. If the knife wound bothered him, he hid it well.

“You,”—he breathed—“are magnificent.”

The soft sincerity in his voice shoved her right back into the seductive arms of her dream. A lightning bolt of heat struck her gut, igniting wildfire in her veins and a rolling thunder in her chest. She doused the flames with a cold scowl. How dare he distract her by saying such things before he attempted to kill her.

“Kalila.” Lydon took a step forward.

Her gaze darted to the dangerous beauty of his face, drawn by the choked, reverent way he spoke her name. A strange need tugged within her, soul-deep and insistent. He lifted a hand out to her. She took a step.

Run, idiot!

Her inner voice of survival broke free from the daze Lydon created. She blinked. He stood so close his body heat licked the bare skin of her shoulders. With a gasp, she stumbled backward until her calves hit the coffee table.

“Don’t run from me.”

“Make it nice and easy for you, huh?” She skirted the coffee table. “Want me to slice my own throat too? Save you the time and effort?”

Swathed in shadow, Lydon resembled a dark angel, exquisite and lethal. “I—”

For a moment, he seemed so lost she had an inane urge to wrap her arms around him and hold him tight. A night-vision memory tickled at her mind, of affection and laughter and home. Her stomach twisted. Stupid dream. Score one for unfulfilled visions.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Lydon’s jaw clenched.

“Ha ha. Which is why you broke into my house, lurked around in my bedroom, and are now preventing me from leaving. Makes total sense.
Psycho.”

He blurred. Faster than she could blink, he loomed across the table, his breath in her face. Murderers should not have clean, minty breath.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” His expression banked no mercy, a dark promise the price for disobedience.

Time for drastic action. Kalila lowered her head and slumped in feigned surrender. She riffled through the compartments of her mind until she found what she wanted. Dirtbag, meet Secret Weapon.

“Um, Lydon?” She lifted her gaze to his and batted her eyelashes slow, the mark of utter innocence.

His attention dropped to her mouth, lingered.

Her pulse quickened. Was he seriously considering kissing her? She’d prefer a punch in the face.

“Yes, Kalila?” His voice flowed over her skin with smooth heat, the slow burn of cinnamon whisky.

She shook off a shiver and jerked her chin at what now seethed in the shadows by the front door, partially hidden by his broad form. “There’s something behind you.”

An Interview With Laurel O’Donnell

Hi Cindy –

Thanks for letting me tell you a little about myself!

Angels-Assassin-Master-Cover-300x456-version2_2If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be, and why?
I think I would live on the beach, in a glorious mansion. Well, that is, if I had enough money.  There’s just something about the ocean. It calms me and relaxes me. But it’s turbulent and powerful. I imagine myself sitting on a chair in the sand, writing. I grew up in Illinois, far away from the ocean. So, I’ve always enjoyed visiting.

How many books have you written? Do you have a favorite?
To date, I have 6 medieval romances written, 1 paranormal and 4 novellas in a series. I also have 1 free medieval novella. My favorite is always my latest one. Right now, that would be Angel’s Assassin. It’s a tale of redemption, of good and bad, of love overcoming all. My favorite!

What is your next project and when will it be released?
I just finished up a medieval novella. For this novella, I revisited the characters in Angel’s Assassin. It should be released with other novellas from other authors in LoveHistoricals in October or November. Right, Cindy? 

I’m also working on another medieval romance that centers around jousting.

What is your favorite part of writing?
My favorite part of writing is when the story flows. When the characters take over and move the scene. When I can feel the emotions and translate them to the paper. It’s amazing. Just amazing.

What is your least favorite part of writing?
When the characters don’t do what I want them to do. It’s like pulling teeth. I can’t get into the scene, they won’t cooperate. It usually has to do with the direction of the book. It’s not moving in the right direction. I have to stop, reread what I’ve written, figure out what’s wrong with it and then start. It could take days.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?
Wonderful. I love self publishing. I love that I can get the book I want out. Like Angel’s Assassin. It was rejected over and over by the NY publishing houses. Yet, now, it’s winning award after award. It won the 2013 Heart of Excellence award for Historical Romance, it won the International Digital award. And yet, I never would have been able to get it to readers if it weren’t for self publishing.

What advice do you have for other authors wanting to self-publish?
Do it. Polish that book. Proof it. Make it perfect. Get a good cover artist to design the cover for you and get it out.

What was the deciding factor in self-publishing your book(s)? Did you decide on ebook or print only or both?
It was timing. I had gotten the rights back to my books from Kensington and the self publishing boom was just starting. So, my husband and I decided to give it a shot. We did ebook only for some and for Angel’s Assassin and The Angel and the Prince, we decided to do print also. Ebook is doing much better.

What went into the process? Writing, editing, cover design, formatting, etc. Share your ups and downs and how you went about it. If you used a service, can you share?
Five of my novels had already been out from Kensington, so they were already written and edited. For those novels, we had Kim Killion design the covers. She is amazing! Luckily for me, my husband is a techie geek. He formatted the books and set them up on the various ereader platforms. If he hadn’t been here, I don’t think I would have self published. The entire thing is daunting to me. I probably would have hired someone to do it for me.

Where can readers find you?
Check out my webpage – www.laurel-odonnell.com

Where can readers find your books? Print/Ebook?
All of my novels are on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and Ibooks.

Laurel is giving away an ebook copy of Angel’s Assassin to one lucky commenter, so be sure and leave her a comment

Angel’s Assassin Excerpt –

Aurora climbed to her feet.

“Where is my sword?” Damien demanded, searching the forest floor. He could not look at her.

“Here.” It had been hidden beneath the flare of her dress when she was lying down.

Damien nodded in satisfaction. He picked it up, pausing as he looked into her eyes. They sparkled a pale blue in the moonlight.

Aurora stared at him for a long, pensive moment. Then, she dipped her head in thought. The furrows of her brow deepened as her gaze stopped at his thigh, lingering on his wound. “How do you feel?” she asked.

“Well enough to see you back to your castle.” He sheathed his weapon and took a step toward Acquitaine.

“Damien,” she called.

He hesitated. He didn’t want her to fear him. Would she condemn him now for his violence? The silence stretched. Finally, he turned to her and his breath caught in his throat.

She stood in middle of the forest, bathed in a pool of moonlight. Her blonde hair, loose from any constraints, fell to her waist in thick waves. Her back was straight, her tiny body alluring and curvy and delectable. But it was her eyes that captured his attention. He saw no fear in her eyes. It was concern. Had he mistaken fear for concern?

Damien had never felt such an overwhelming need for anything in his life. He trembled with his want of her.

A swirl of emotions played over her face. Concern, regret, helplessness.

It took all Damien’s willpower not to go to her and sweep her into his embrace. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want to harm her. He didn’t want to taint her.

“I will never leave you,” she finally confessed and tears entered her eyes.

Damien came toward her then, like a tumultuous storm cloud. “You don’t know what you are saying,” he warned in a savage whisper.

Aurora did not run for cover; she did not shrink from his approach. She stared up into his face with those damned clear orbs. And for the briefest of moments, Damien saw himself reflected as she saw him. A hero, a good man. A man worthy of all he could attain.

He stood before her, stunned.

The sound of horses thundering through the clearing pounded a warning through the ground.

Damien grabbed Aurora’s hand in one hand, and drew his sword in the other. He watched the group of men approach through the forest, clumsily maneuvering their steeds through the tight trees. He pulled Aurora behind him.

These men were no brigands. They wore heraldry, and while Damien couldn’t be sure, he suspected they were from Acquitaine.

As they drew closer, his suspicions were confirmed. One of them called out, “Lady Aurora!”

Damien refused to relinquish her. For just one moment, she had been his. And it had been the most glorious moment of his life.

“Lady Aurora!” another called.

His time alone with her was over.

“I am here,” Aurora called out, a reluctance in her tone.

Four men came forward, three of whom wore red tunics with a white dove embroidered onto it, the symbol of Acquitaine. But the leader wore a different crest. A black lion on a white background.

He reached them first, reining his horse to a stop before them. His blonde hair waved gently in the breeze. His dark eyes swept them. “Lady Aurora,” he gasped, dismounting. He brushed his blonde hair aside and knelt before her. Practiced, polished. Fake.

Damien hated him on sight.

Aurora stiffened. She released Damien’s hand and stepped toward the knight. “Count Ormand,” she greeted.

Ormand stood and his gaze shifted to Damien with just the right disdainful curl of his lip, then back to Aurora. “I came to rescue you as soon as I heard an attempt was made on your life.

Imagine my surprise at finding you gone.”

“We were attacked by an assassin. Damien was struck by a poison arrow.”

One of Ormand’s eyebrows rose. “Another assassin?” He looked at Damien, then back at Aurora. “Were you hurt, m’lady?”

“No,” she said. “Damien saved me. Again.”

Ormand looked at Damien. “This must be the amazing Damien.”

Aurora nodded. “Ormand, this is Damien. Damien, this is Count Ormand.”

“I am Aurora’s betrothed,” Ormand stated with a slight lifting of his chin so he could stare down at Damien.

Betrothed. The word rang in Damien’s head like a thunderous bell and his teeth clenched. Betrothed. Betrothed. What did it matter? But the word did not stop clanging in his thoughts.

Betrothed.

Ormand’s pompous stare swept Damien suspiciously from head to foot. “Why is he half naked? And what in heaven’s name were you doing out in the forest knowing that your life is in danger?”

BIO

Laurel-ODonnell-author-photo-sm-C-200x250_2Laurel O’Donnell lives in Illinois with her husband, four children and five cats. She has always enjoyed escaping into the medieval era, including spending a summer interning at the renaissance faire in Wisconsin where she learned to sword fight and recite Shakespeare. Now, she spends her time reading a good book, swimming or, of course, writing.

Is it new or old? by Michelle Drier

SNAP_WhiteNights_final_2With tax day over, how did you file your taxes? According to the news, more and more people are using e-filing, including those who use a tablet at some some wifi place. Scary thought, but communication is changing.

Long ago, as the earth was cooling, people used odd machines called “typewriters” to compose notes to one another.

These machines were developed after the discovery of electricity, but they were powered by a different source, human fingers. And they were called “manual” because of this.

They were difficult to use, these first “manual” typewriters. They consisted of a series of letters at the end of long rods, attached to a board, also with letters. When a finger hit a letter on the “keyboard”, the rod that held that letter would move and imprint the letter on a piece of paper, using an inked ribbon.

This was a huge step up from clay tablets, stone carving or foul fowl feathers, and the new technology was embraced by most people.

Not by the folks who wrote the stories you found in your daily newspaper, though.

These guys were lazy, or just conserving energy, so when they typed something other than their story, they used shortcuts.

“Manual” typewriters took a lot of pressure to pound the “keys” on the “keyboard” for that the impression showed up on the paper, so the first thing those guys eliminated was capital letters.

To print a capital took an extra “keystroke”. The next thing those guys eliminated was a lot of punctuation. Again, an extra stroke.

Instead, they’d sling the carriage return and just start another paragraph.

So for a time everybody wrote like e.e.cummings.

But that wasn’t enough. It still took extra time to write notes or instructions to the men who actually set the type, using a machine adapted from a typewriter called a “linotype.” This machine produced a line of type (letters) molded from the pot of hot, liquid lead at the side of the machine.

Not incidentally, the molten lead floated around in the air and coated everything, including the coffee we drank.

Writing was getting trimmed, but it sill took more time than was warranted on composing messages to friends or other useless drivel, like notes from your interview, so abbreviations evolved.

thnx
c u
u r a pal
luv

And it wasn’t enough to use abbrv., you could also cut whole words out. For instance, if you wanted to say, “I’d appreciate it if you would respond to my question,” you could say “gimme yes or no.”

Invariably, the “I” was dropped also. “hope all is well,” “coming over?”

As things go, this technology went the way of swan feathers, until today lots of people correspond using only their thumbs and a string of seemingly miscellaneous letters. OMG, BFF, ROTHWL, LOL, IMHO.

Gibberish? I think not. Just the evolving result of those memos and notes we typed to each other. I still seldom use caps when I correspond, now by email, with friends still in the business.

When you write email, do you write in complete sentences and use capitals?

I’m tickled to think that the texters believe they’ve discovered something new.

We got there first.

my_bio_pix_2When the earth was cooling, Michele Drier was a staff writer at the San Jose Mercury-News and caught the tail end of manual typewriters and hot lead. The lead is gone but the caps never came back.

Her mysteries, Edited for Death and Labeled for Death are set at a daily newspaper. She also writes The Kandesky Vampire Chronicles and her most recent book is SNAP: White Nights, book seven of the Chronicles..

Michele Drier was born in Santa Cruz and is a fifth generation Californian. She’s lived and worked all over the state, calling both Southern and Northern California home. During her career in journalism—as a reporter and editor at daily newspapers—she won awards for producing investigative series.

SNAP: White Nights the seventh book of her paranormal romance series, The Kandesky Vampire Chronicles, was published March 20. She’s working on the eighth book in the series, SNAP: All That Jazz, scheduled for publication in late spring 2014.

She also writes the Amy Hobbes Newspaper mysteries, Edited for Death and Labeled for Death. A third book, Delta for Death, is coming in 2014.

Links: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorMicheleDrier
mjdrier@gmail.com
http://amzn.com/e/B005D2YC8G
http://www.micheledrier.com

Excerpt from Son of Dragons by Andrea R. Cooper

9781440581267_2Clean from the bath, Landon let the air from the open window dry his hair. Dressed only in trousers, he leaned against the windowsill.

He thought he smelled the hint of roses and heat on the breeze. Movement from the street below caught his eye. He leaned out, squinting into the night.

Torches lined the cobbled street corners. A cloaked figure waited. Then the innkeeper rushed outside. His hands flew in gestures as the figure nodded.

Then he pointed to the window where Landon watched. At the same instant, the cloaked figure followed his finger’s path to Landon. Green eyes that seemed to glow met his.

Landon jumped up and cursed when his head hit the bottom of the window. When he looked back, both figures were gone.

Thinking the innkeeper would send guards, he waited with his sword in hand and his stare riveted on the door. No one came. He must be getting paranoid, thinking there was a ghost or enemy around every corner. His eyelids grew heavy as he waited for a fight that failed to materialize. Finally, he rolled his shoulders back to ease out the tension.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about those piercing emerald eyes. They’d belonged to a woman; he could tell. There was intelligence and cunning in them. Her stare felt as though she saw through the façade he often wore as prince and to please others, and into his kajh.

A woman who was not afraid, but used to being feared. It unnerved him, yet excited him. His pulse quickened and his loins tightened at the thought of those eyes filled with passion for him.

Better get some sleep before the night was gone. Tomorrow, he’d tell Gillespie about what he saw. He doubted he could explain those captivating green eyes that continued to haunt him even now.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21479324-son-of-dragons?from_search=true

Author website: http://www.andreaRcooper.com

Blurb:

In a time of false peace, the dead rise as soldiers for the Warloc’s scheme. For thousands of years he has stood ready for the final battle. Though the witch and her cursed Elvin have destroyed his physical body, now with his protégé, he has honed a new way to wage war.

Shunned by her own people and weary-hearted from centuries of lost loves, Elvin warrior Mirhana scours the land to silence the undead. Her heart has turned as cold as the sword she wields, until a prince seeks her aid.

Never has Prince Landon met a woman like Mirhana. Both beautiful and deadly, she haunts his dreams. The battle at hand becomes more enchanting than fighting to remain true to his unseen betrothed.

When a traitor emerges, new alliances are tested and the only remaining hope is to follow the prophecy and find the … Son of Dragons.

Bio_Pic_300x400_2Andrea’s Bio:

Andrea has always enjoyed creating 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, and historical romance. 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.
Even if she has to fight for it.

Louis: An Emperor Failed By The System by Jill Hughey

Cover600x900_2On April 16, 778, a son was born and named Louis by his parents, Charles and Hildegard. We now know Charles as Charlemagne. Most of us don’t know Louis at all.

As the only surviving son of his parents, Louis followed in Charlemagne’s footsteps. They were rather large shoes to fill and he did not do it well, though he isn’t entirely to blame.

His society believed in dividing wealth equally among sons. Sounds fair enough, if you ignore the sexism, and provides an interesting counterpoint to Britain where the rule of primogeniture – eldest male heir takes all – provides so much fodder for historical romance conflict.

In reality, primogeniture gives stability by keeping vast land holdings and wealth intact, which is one explanation for why you’ve heard of the British Empire but not the Carolingian one (Charlemagne’s.)

Charlemagne ruled over such a vast territory that he is called The Father of Europe. Charlemagne was also the only surviving male in his generation which gave him a head start on the whole empire-building project. After his death in 814, his only surviving son, Louis, who must have bred much sturdier stock, inherited the empire as a whole. As tradition and law advised, he divided the empire into three kingdoms, with each of his three sons becoming managers of a piece of the pie, though, as emperor, Louis was still the big boss.

Louis’s wife then inconveniently died. He remarried, and, in 823, the marriage yielded son number four for Louis. In 829, he partitioned off a piece of the empire for little Charles. Suddenly, what had been divided in thirds was divided in fourths.

All hell broke loose.

The first civil war of the decade was fought almost immediately. Louis was deposed for a brief period after this uprising, but quickly regained his throne early in 831. The Carolingian Empire endured two more civil wars during Louis’s reign and ended up after another generation or so as France, Germany, and Italy. So much for the empire.

I’m sure going to war with his sons was no fun for Louis, but all of this conflict makes a wonderful backdrop for historical romances, which is why I set my series smack in the middle of it.

The romance hero most attuned to the politics of the age is Theophilus, Lord of Ribeauville who appears in Vain, book three of my Evolution series. Theo dresses like a dandy but takes his responsibilities, and himself, too seriously. When his tailor’s daughter needs rescuing, Lily intrigues him with more than her skill with the needle she plies in his prized piece of burgundy cloth. Yet he, a dashing aristocrat, could never marry a merchant, even if she does share his interest in clothing. In the excerpt below, Theo and Lily discuss her future and the outfit of the rich, connected woman he thinks he will marry.

EXCERPT

“I heard you were went to the market today,” he stated.

“Yes,” she almost cheered, so proud of her accomplishment she did not question his knowledge of her whereabouts. “I sold my cloth and bought raw wool so I can make more. I think I can take care of myself doing this.”

Her lord crossed his arms over his chest as he paced a short distance away. “I have been meaning to talk to you about your future. One of my guests may have a position for you, as a seamstress for her household.” He turned to look at her. “You would be wise to consider it.”

Lily tried to force herself to be smarter than she felt. She did not really want to leave Ribeauville. She did not want to be a servant. “It is not the woman who questioned me the other day, is it?” she blurted.

“No. What difference would that make?” he inquired.

Lily scuffed her foot in the gravel before the bench. “She does not like how I make clothes.”

“She likes your insolence even less,” he replied stiffly.

“What insolence?” Lily protested.

“Do not pretend you do not know what I mean. Telling her her clothes said she had a rich father,” he groused. “She recognized the insult, Lily.”

Lily stared up at the moon for a minute, unwilling to back down even if embarrassed by his chiding. “I have seen her on other days dressed very well, but you know as well as I do her tunic on Monday was hideous,” she informed him.

Theophilus gaped at her then burst into unwilling laughter.

“There was so much of it,” Lily explained. “Today’s blue looked very nice on her. I would not have added the dagging at the hem, though I can see how she might need the variety with so many outfits to decorate.”

He laughed again. “Lily, I know you have an excellent eye for clothing. It is your tongue you must learn to control.”

END OF EXCERPT

Vain – A tailor’s abandoned daughter fashions a vain nobleman’s tunic, finding passion between the neckline and hem as misfortune forces her into his precarious aristocratic world.

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BIO

JillAuthorNew_2The most interesting fact about Jill Hughey is that she can sing really, really high. As in opera-singer high. But she only does that when she is not writing, working part time as a business administrator, watching her two teenaged sons’ sporting events, and enjoying the support of her wonderful husband. Her ideal afternoon is spent sitting on her front porch with an iced coffee as she moves the characters in her head into her laptop. Happy reading!

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Bad Boy Heroes By Elizabeth Rose

Thank you Cynthia for having me as a guest today.

Tell us about yourself:

I have been writing for many years, and have five print books from small publishers, and 29 indie ebooks. I took a break from writing for many years, working a job to pay the bills. Then last year I lost my job. That was the universe giving me a kick in the butt to start my own business working for myself as an indie author. Now, I have to only answer to myself, but I’m actually the most demanding boss I’ve ever worked for.

How many books have you written, and in what genres?

In the past year I have self-published 29 ebooks and have my 30th coming out this April/May. Granted about a third of these books were already written, but I am a fast writer, and it really only takes me a few weeks to write a book. I’ve also, through determination, designed my own website, created all my own covers, and even my booktrailers that I think are more like movie trailers. I was motivated to do all this from the fact my two sons were laughing at me and telling me I could never do it, since I barely knew how to shut off my computer. Well, it may have been true, but don’t ever give an Aries woman a challenge and think she won’t take it. (Grin).

dagger300preqdone2_2Daughters of the Dagger Prequel: FREE BOOK. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EAMJHOE

What genres do you write and why?

I write all kinds of romance. So far, my books have been mostly medieval, since I love anything to do with castles and swords. I have a FREE prequel book to my Daughters of the Dagger Series out now. Characters from my Legacy of the Blade series make guest appearances, and my Dagger Series runs right into my Scottish MadMan MacKeefe Series. I have just published Ian, Book 3, the last book of the crazy Scottish Highlanders of the series. I also love the paranormal and have many books with paranormal aspects, my favorite being my Elemental Series where four women are part fae and control the elements of nature. I have a few short stories as well, and contemporary books too.

Tell us about your current series/WIP.

I am now switching it up a bit and getting back to my Tarnished Saints series. This is a contemporary series. The Taylor Twelve are twelve brothers of a preacher, but far from saints. Matter of fact, they are nothing but trouble. I am currently working on Judging Judas, Book 3 of the series and it should be released sometime around the end of April or the beginning of May.

Judas is the sheriff of the small town of Sweet Water, Michigan. The series is set around Thunder Lake. Each of the twelve brothers has been named after an apostle. And Judas has some real issues with his brother, Matthew Levi, in Luring Levi, Book 2, since he’s turned Levi in for tax evasion and his brother spent 7 years in prison. They are all bad boys and that’s what makes the series so fun to write. I love writing strong heroes who are usually struggling with inner demons, as well as feisty heroines who can keep them on their feet. (Or off.)

What inspired your latest book?

My parents live on a lake in Michigan, and I spent a lot of time there with my boys when they were growing up. This series, though fictional names of places and characters, is based on a lot on my own experiences. Such as the setting, the surroundings, and things I used to do there, such as playing Canasta – the way the old couple who own the Bed and Breakfast does in my first book – Doubting Thomas. A lot of my secondary characters are based on people I know, but I’ll never reveal those secrets!

What is the hardest and easiest thing you’ve found in the process of self-publishing?

This experience has been exciting, yet at times frustrating too. I still haven’t found the secret of how to get all those reviews I see so prevalent on other authors’ books. I think a lot of people just don’t understand how important it is for authors to have reviews. I also find writing the book the easiest part, but it is time consuming to crank out as many series as I have lately, and that takes time away from marketing the book. It is hard to be author, cover designer, editor, marketer, and doing book trailers on top of that and still have to try to get noticed to sell the books as well. If I could only clone myself a couple times, I could really use the extra help.

Ian300 (1)_2Ian – Book 3, MadMan MacKeefe Series: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IO0GDM2

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I pretty much fly by the seat of my pants I’d say. I don’t like to plan too much because my characters are only going to change it anyway. I run with an idea and start writing and let my characters do whatever they want. Most the time, I’m surprised by what happens just as much as my readers are. I kind of let the characters dictate to me and I just type it on the page. However, since I am in the process of writing a twelve book series, I decided I’d better start a Bible for my Tarnished Saints boys. I deal with a lot of intermingling characters. For example, Thomas in Doubting Thomas has six young sons just to start out the story. It is sort of a family saga that I can see ending up as a mini-series someday.

While I don’t really plot, I do go for walks and my characters talk to me in my head. Sometimes I actually have to tell them to calm down and shut up and that I’ll get to their story as soon as I’m able. Poor Judas has been pestering me for a while now, so I’m glad to finally get back to this series. I have all twelve covers done and they look great and I can’t wait to share them. Watch my website at http://elizabethrosenovels.com for occasional sneak peeks at the covers.

Do you write under a pen name and how did you choose it?
I guess the answer is yes and no. My middle name is Rose, so I chose for my writer name to be Elizabeth Rose, since no one can pronounce remember, or spell my last name. The only problem with this is that there are many other authors named Elizabeth Rose. So I’ve come up with a trademark, since I do my own covers. Every one of my books has a rose on the cover by my name. I also have the quirky habit of putting the title of the book as the last words of the novel. It comes full circle I guess you could say.

I’d like to share an excerpt now of Luring Levi, Book 2 from my Tarnished Saints Series. And thank you everyone for stopping by today.

Elizabeth Rose

Levirevised2300__2Luring Levi – Book 2, Tarnished Saints Series: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DV3GY2G

EXCERPT from LURING LEVI

Levi shut off the motor and jumped over the side of the convertible, and Candace hurriedly made her way to the car. She wore a sundress with heels, trying to look professional since she was a TV personality and had to keep up appearances at all times.

“Ready to go?” he asked in a low voice.

“Where were you?” She glanced once more at her watch. “The meeting started twenty minutes ago.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “The town council will chew the fat til I get there. No one knows how to stop the chitter-chatter but me. Believe me, the meeting won’t start until I say so.”

“Excuse me for saying, but you sound a little pompous. And I still can’t believe they let a jailbird be mayor.”

She stepped on a stone with her heels and stumbled. He was there instantly with one arm around her waist and his other hand under her armpit to steady her.

“Even jailbirds deserve a second chance, Candy.”

She was pressed up against his broad chest. His hair was wet and he smelled like soap. But his clothes were wrinkled and she realized he still wore what he had on yesterday.

His blue eyes bore into her and she felt her heart skip a beat. By the heat from his hands on her skin, she realized how close his fingers were to the side of her breast. Thoughts flitted through her mind of the last time she’d seen him. Of the torrid love they’d made that night and the undying passion he’d displayed in bed. He may seem like a cool, careless, no-good womanizer, but the feelings he’d brought out in her had her squirming now at just remembering what he’d done to lure those emotions from her.

He’d brought her to her peak and screaming for more, and more than once that night. Oh, yes, he’d said it was a night he’d never forget, and neither would she. And she’d never been able to look at whipped cream, honey and an assortment of other food items in the same way again after that glorious, sizzling night.

“I thought about you every day while I was in prison,” he said so softly it was almost a whisper. He pulled her body closer to him and before she knew it she was wrapped in his arms.

“I’m sure you thought about a lot of girls while you were there,” she said, making the mistake of looking up when she spoke, only to realize his face was now inches from hers.

“No, just you,” he said, sounding sincere but she knew she couldn’t believe him. He obviously had only thought about her because their night together was probably the last time he’d had sex since spending seven years behind bars. His mouth was so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face. She made the mistake of looking at his lips and when she looked back up to his eyes she noticed he was looking at hers as well.

“That was a long time ago, Levi, and maybe we should just forget all about it.”

“I could never forget,” he said. “Nor do I want to.” And with that he lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss.

lizhorse300_2Author Bio:
Elizabeth Rose loves anything medieval, paranormal or remotely mystical. She lives in the suburbs of Chicago and is a wife and mother of two boys. She has been a freelance artist and photographer, and creates her own book covers and trailers. She is currently working on her 30th book. She loves to hear from her readers, and would love to know which of her books you enjoyed the most. You can contact her at elizabethrosenovels@gmail.com. Or stop by her website and subscribe to her newsletter, watch her book trailers, or read excerpts of any of her books at http://elizabethrosenovels.com.

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Spring is sprung. What better time to talk about Christmas? by Lily Rede

Please help me welcome Lily Rede, one of my favorite authors, to my blog. Lily is giving us a little preview of her upcoming book, THE KRINGLE BOYS – NICK. She’s also offering one commentor an ecopy of THE KRINGLE GIRLS or of THE KRINGLE BOYS – NICK when it comes out later this month. This is one I’m really looking forward to as THE KRINGLE GIRLS are some of my favorite novellas. Fun and sexy.

The_Kringle_Girls_-_SMALL_2Snow is melting, flowers are blooming, Spring is sprung. What better time to talk about Christmas? When Cindy graciously agreed to have me on her blog – THANKS, CINDY!!! – I thought it would be fun to talk about how a short becomes a series. In my case, that means THE KRINGLE GIRLS, and the jump to THE KRINGLE BOYS. I’ve been working on NICK (THE KRINGLE BOYS #1) for the last few months, and it’s been an interesting experience. THE KRINGLE GIRLS were never meant to be anything other than short stories – sexy, naughty little tales about Santa’s daughters getting caught up in holiday magic, romance, and some seriously hot man candy. I was totally shocked at how much everyone seemed to love them, and the running comment I always get is – why aren’t they longer?!?

So, after much clamoring, I sat down to expand the series into longer books. At first I thought I would simply start with Holly and turn her into a novella, but that felt odd – her character story felt complete to me. It may be short, but for the moment, at least, I’ve said what I had to say about Holly. When that didn’t work, I realized that I needed to start from scratch and create new characters to populate the Kringle universe. Enter the Kringle Boys – three brothers, the sons of Jack Frost and cousins to our heroines. They know nothing about love, happiness, or warmth, but each one is going to get a chance at romance in a longer format.

The problem is that when you suddenly move from scenes to chapters, there’s a whole lot of world-building that needs to happen. All the backstory on Santa’s empire, the family dynamics, and the larger world that didn’t exist when Noelle is seducing Will Finley in a cabin in the woods, or when Rafe is tormenting Ivy with a little magical bondage, suddenly has to be part of the story. And it all has to work together! Just figuring out the rules of elf magic has been crazy. Building up the Kringle universe has been a fun ride, but I have newfound respect for all the paranormal writers out there with seventeen books and a world that stretches out across the imagination. All I can hope is that NICK pulls my readers into the Kringle world and offers them the same sexy magic as THE KRINGLE GIRLS, while satisfying the need for a little bit more.

NICK (THE KRINGLE BOYS #1) will be available in a couple of weeks, and THE KRINGLE GIRLS Collection is available now!

THE KRINGLE GIRLS: http://amzn.com/B00AP551L8

Nick_-_SMALL_2PREVIEW EXCERPT from NICK:

“Would you like a taste?”

The words popped out of him. If possible, Phoebe grew even stiffer in the doorway.

“I don’t…sample,” said Phoebe coldly, her tone as frigid as the icy fields of home.

“Never?”

“No.”

“Because you don’t like candy,” he prodded.

“Yes. I mean, no. No, I don’t.”

“Suit yourself.”

Shrugging as he dismissed the odd sensation that he was missing something, Nick reached for the sink to wash his caramel-coated hands, absently popping his finger in his mouth to suck the gooey goodness off his thumb, but another soft squeak had him looking up.

He froze.

Phoebe’s eyes were wide and bright, flitting between his fingers and his mouth, her skin flushed, and she was doing a rotten job controlling her breathing as an excited little pant escaped her lips. Nick was shocked to see that the prickly half-elf was nearly bubbling over with repressed arousal. She looked ready to explode at the lightest brush of skin against skin.

Nick knew elves were susceptible to sugar – they craved it, had to have it, and used it to soothe, to comfort, and to fuel their magical ability. Phoebe claimed to dislike it, but Nick had never seen a reaction quite like this – he’d seen elves lust over candy, but she was quivering as though he’d taken a long, fat candy cane and slid it into her throbbing pussy. His inner devil grinned even as blood rushed southward.

She doesn’t hate candy.

Forgetting the sink, he moved around the counter.

“What are you doing?”

Phoebe skittered around the edge of the room, avoiding him, stopping in front of the closed front door. The shades were drawn, the door frosted glass. They were completely alone.

“Sure you don’t want a lick?” asked Nick, holding up his hand, moving ever so carefully closer, like a lion stalking its prey.

Phoebe stepped back until the doors prevented her from retreating further, her clipboard clutched in a death grip in front of her as though to ward him off. Bells jangled above as she pressed herself flat.

“It’s good,” he murmured, “Warm, buttery, rich. Perfect for drizzling all over warm skin so that I can lap it off, one delicious inch at a time.”

Phoebe moaned.

THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY By Jeanine McAdam

THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY
By Jeanine McAdam

TheBullRiderandtheBaby_MED_2Can a concussion prone bull rider find love with a pregnant neuroscientist? Maybe, but it would be much easier if she wasn’t pregnant with someone else’s baby!

Character Interview:

My name is Caleb Cooper. I’m from THE BULL RIDER AND THE BARE BOYCOTTER where I consider myself a villain but others would probably call me a pain in the ass. But in my own quirky and loveable way I redeem myself in THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY because I’m the hero of that book. Not a knight in shining armor sort of hero but a good guy nonetheless.

How did you come to your author’s attention?
My brother Logan Cooper is the hero in THE BULL RIDER AND THE BARE BOYCOTTER. Many, many times in that book I told my brother he was an asshole, idiot plus all sorts of other rude stuff. I think the brutal honesty of my words caught Jeanine’s attention. I don’t think she completely agrees with how I treated my brother but it does create one hell of a story with interesting characters.

Did you give your author a hard time when she was writing your story?
No, not at all. I’m not that type of guy. Unlike my brother Logan, I have lots of potential as a human being. It just took a little bit of finessing on Jeanine’s part to turn me from a loudmouth idiot into a sensitive man. But I’m here to tell you, it happened in THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY.

What do you do for a living?
Next question. Holy hell, did you read the title of the book?

Who is the love of your life?
If I told you that THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY would be ruined. It’s called a spoiler. Look it up.

If there is a ‘love of your life’, what was the first thing you noticed about her?
She was pregnant. Hugely pregnant.

What’s your greatest fear?
Falling off a bull, hitting my head and turning into an imbecilic. Then again maybe that’s an old fear. If I were to update my fears, it would be Carrie Wang leaving me. Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe I just said that. I hope Carrie doesn’t read this interview, she’ll think I’m a wimp.

How do the other characters in your book view you?
Carrie thinks I’m (coughs into his hand) HOT. Then again, she probably wouldn’t admit that because I don’t wear a helmet when I climb onto a bull. You see she’s a concussion researcher and she’s studying me. Carrie’s traditional Chinese mother (in some circles knows as a tiger Mom) thinks I’m not educated enough to marry her daughter but I’m up for the challenge of proving her wrong.

What do you think the reader will find interesting about you?
My good looks, award-winning personality and ability to get along with people. Ha, ha you almost fell for that I could tell. You know these questions are unfair. It’s tough for a guy to talk about himself.

What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?
Now, you’re really pushing it (rolls shoulders). Have sex with a woman that I didn’t impregnate. By the way, Carrie was seven months along at the time we got together but I was gentle. That’s all I’m saying about her, don’t ask me anymore.

Will we be seeing you in future books?
You betcha. There’s THE BULL RIDER WEARS PINK. It’s about my sister Cassidy. She wants to compete against the men. You didn’t hear this from me but she’s probably a better rider than Logan and I combined. Her problem is, she’s a lousy Mom. Then again, she’s planning to work on that and I guess she gets involved with Pastor John. Talk about opposites attracting, I don’t know what Jeanine was thinking bringing those two together.

THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY has an average Goodreads rating of 4.62. Find it at
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Cover Reveal!! HEALED BY A HEART

Here is an excerpt and the cover for HEALED BY A HEART the first time ever. I hope you like it. I hope to have it out by the end of May if not before. I just finished it and am starting the editing process but I couldn’t wait to give you all a taste.

Leave me a comment for a chance to win a ecopy of REDEEMED BY A REBEL, book 1 of the Destiny in Deadwood series.

healed_by_a_heart_2Passing in front of the Gem Theater he was knocked to the side by someone barreling out the door. He automatically reached for the person. A decidedly feminine person if the breast in his left hand was any indication.

“Are you all right? Miss?”

“Oh! Unhand me, sir.” The spitfire said in a tone that brooked no argument.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, releasing her immediately

She fell down onto the boardwalk, “Oh, owww.”

“Ma’am calm down. I’ll help you up, if you let me.”

“I…I seem to have twisted my ankle. I can’t stand up,” she cried softly.

“Here. Take this.” He handed her his parcel, the steaks wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Then, he scooped her into his arms. “Let’s take you to see Doc Cochran.”

“You can’t carry me all the way there,” she protested. “I’m too heavy and it’s much too far.”

He chuckled, ignored her protests and started walking toward the end of camp where Doc maintained his office. “I think I can manage.”

Doc’s office was at the far eastern side of camp, just outside the Celestial’s village. Liam didn’t know why he kept it there when most of his clientele was at the opposite end of camp. It made no sense to him but Doc must have a reason. Maybe the rent was cheaper outside Chinatown?

He gazed down into her upturned face and into incredibly wide blue eyes, the color of the sky at dusk and was momentarily mesmerized. “I’m Liam Anderson.”

“Eleanor Smith.” She perked up some. “Are you David’s father?”

Liam frowned. “Yes. How do you know my son?”

“He’s come into camp with Becky Finnegan…er…Anderson.” She closed her eyes for a moment, pain evident in the frown on her face. “Becky is my friend. I witnessed her marriage to your brother, Jake.”

Now he understood. “You’re the reverend’s daughter.”

“You say that with distain. Do you have something against the church?”

“Nope. Just got no use for ‘em. Where was your God when my Mary died? In hiding somewhere, because he sure wasn’t with us.” The anger still prevalent, surprised him. He thought he’d gotten over it by now.

Assaulted by memories still too painful to tolerate, he almost set her down and let her make her own way to the doctor’s place. But he was a gentleman and as such, he couldn’t do that.

“Have you just returned? David and Becky didn’t seem to think you’d be back until sometime next month.”

“I wasn’t expected. That’s why I was coming from the butcher before going home.”

“You…you…weren’t going into the Gem, were you?” she asked, surprised.

“No. I wasn’t.”

She let out an audible breath, like she’d been holding it for a long while. “Oh, I thought you…well you know what I thought.”

Liam watched her color rise. She was quite pretty in an understated way. Rich chestnut hair, deep blue eyes the color of the waning sky. Her bow shaped mouth was full and immensely kissable. Slender, she weighed almost nothing in his arms.

“If you’ll wrap your arms around my neck it will be easier for both of us,” said Liam.

She did as he asked and the action brought her breasts flush against his chest. He hadn’t been this close to a woman since Mary died. Until now, he hadn’t felt any desire to do so. He was feeling a whole lot of things, with this woman that seemed new to him. Maybe he should go visit the Gem and one of its soiled doves. Maybe then he could look at Eleanor with something other than lust on his mind.

“Are you sure you weren’t going to use the ‘offerings’ at the Gem?” she persisted.

He kept walking, debating whether or not he should answer her questions. He answered, deciding he wanted to get to know this woman better and figuring he wouldn’t have a better opportunity. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I was not. I was simply passing by when you crashed into me. Do you always assume that every man that passes this way is going into the Gem? What were you doing in there and why were you so anxious to leave?”

She ducked her head and wouldn’t look at him. “Yes, I’m sorry about running into you. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I minister to the women there and Mr. Swearengen doesn’t much like it, he was chasing me out, so to speak. Well, he wasn’t actually chasing me, just yelling at me. I don’t like it when people yell.”

“I’ll have to remember that.”

“Why would you care whether I like it when people yell or not?”

“We might become friends. You already know my son and probably my daughter, too.” He was decided they would become friends. Perhaps even more than friends. Where his children were concerned, he gave his all and if they wanted to be friends with this woman, then so would he.

She smiled up at him. A beam so brilliant it nearly took his breath away. “Ah, dear Hannah. She’s so very smart. You know that don’t you? She knows her letters and is starting to read. And talk, goodness, she’ll talk your socks off if you let her.”

He grinned. “And do you let her?”

“Of course. I encourage all of our youngsters to explore their world. I told you, I also teach school here, didn’t I?”

He shook his head. “No, you didn’t mention it.”