Summer in the City by Irene Vartanoff

SITC WEB PROMO largeMy First Women’s Fiction Novel

Summer in the City was a huge surprise to me. I didn’t set out to be an author of women’s fiction. I had just completed my very first novel, Temporary Superheroine, a superhero adventure. I decided to enter a writing challenge from New Zealand, the Southern Cross. The goal was to write 50,000 words in June, but I wrote 105,000 words. Summer in the City simply poured out of me.

When I got the idea for Summer in the City, I’d recently been binge-watching Sex and the City. That TV show reminded me of the pleasure and excitement of living in a big city when young, ambitious, and seeking romance. But instead of writing a story about a young woman experiencing the city and romance for the first time, I decided to write about three older women who were reuniting in the city for a summer after many years apart, a summer that would become a pivotal moment in their romantic lives.

Why do that? By creating three Baby Boomer characters, I could tell the stories of three women who had chosen very different paths in life, who had very different personalities, and whose future choices might be very different, too. My characters had decided attitudes derived from their life experiences.

My main character, Susan, has lived a conventional married life in the suburbs, or so it seems, but she’s suffered a major personal tragedy, the loss of a child. During her summer in the city, she wants to forget the past and live her dream of working for a romance publisher as a senior intern. She intends to enjoy shopping and decorating an apartment, and experience the cultural life of a big city. She’s very surprised to find herself romantically involved with a younger man.

My dedicated city character, Rona, has all the sophistication and smarts one expects from a big city successful professional woman, and she is unapologetic about the men who come and go in her life. But the renewal of her long-ago love affair brings up feelings she has shut away for decades. Suddenly, Rona’s emotional equilibrium is at risk, and her increasing habits of hoarding and drinking are tested.

My surprise third character, Bev, is a catalyst who sees life differently from both Susan and Rona. Although Bev at first comes across as a self-centered troublemaker, she’s an interesting person because she’s loyal to those she loves and she’s a fighter on principle despite her crassly materialistic approach to life.

Writing Summer in the City was a labor of love, but I was daunted by an early critic who claimed it was a kitchen sink novel best forgotten. Although I revised the story heavily, working hard to improve it, I shelved it, thinking perhaps that critic had been correct. Recently, I reread my story. It made me smile. It’s a wonderful, warm tale about the possibilities of life. I think many women will relate to my characters and sigh over their summer of renewed hopes.

EXCERPT

Somehow, their relationship had leaped past the light, getting-to-know-you moments. They had to drag it back and do them anyway. They hardly knew each other.

He’d gotten her hand in his again. He tugged it a little, pulling her from her bleak thoughts. “Have we fully enjoyed basking in the company of the literati of Gotham?”

She looked up at him, shaken again by how much she wanted to rend the fabric that they had so carefully rebuilt this evening. After a second, she nodded. She didn’t want their evening to end so soon, but she wasn’t ready for it to end in a bed, either.

Michael didn’t disappoint her. “Let’s find somewhere we can talk, a café where we can order food we don’t want and nurse glasses of wine we won’t drink.”

“We’ll talk until the waiters are cleaning up and wanting to go home,” she smiled, getting into the spirit of the thing.

“After they kick us out we’ll walk through Rockefeller Center like tourists.”

“We can even hail a hansom cab and drive through the park,” she suggested. It was the classic tourist ending to a night on the town.

He smiled again, a light in his eyes, “We’d better get started.” He put his arm around her and led her toward the exit.

It happened exactly as they imagined. They spent hours getting to know each other at a little Italian trattoria. Michael seemed very interested in everything she had to say. Not only was it flattering, but it also boosted her self-confidence. She felt she sparkled conversationally.

They walked to Rockefeller Center and wandered through the parklike promenade with its tiny white lights decorating the greenery, where they stopped to talk some more.

Then they did hop into one of the smelly open air horse-drawn vehicles that plied the tourist trade around the southeast corner of Central Park. They laughed a lot during that ride. Later, they took a cab downtown. When it pulled up at her apartment building, she sighed. She never wanted this night to end.

They both climbed out and went to her steps. Michael put his arm around her, something he had not done during their long cab ride. She looked up at him and saw an expression that mirrored her own.
Irene VartanoffBIO

Award-winning author Irene Vartanoff combined her love of romances and comic books by working for Marvel Comics and DC Comics as well as Harlequin, Bantam, Berkley, and My RomanceStory.com. Her first superhero adventure novel, Temporary Superheroine, was quickly followed by a sequel, Crisis at Comicon. Her first sweet contemporary romance novel, Captive of the Cattle Baron, has a sequel coming soon. More women’s fiction novels are in the works.

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The Most Unsuitable Courtship by Caroline Clemmons

11951779_1035471463143746_4114138076602612342_nWhen we decided to offer ten full-length western historical romances in a box set titled COURTING THE WEST, we each chose carefully. In addition to Cynthia Woolf, the authors are Debra Holland, Kirsten Osbourne, Lily Graison, Jacquie Rogers, Sylvia McDaniel, Paty Jager, Merry Farmer, Keta Diablo, and me. I’ve enjoyed reading and rereading each of these novels and I hope you will also. My entry is book three of my Kincaid series, THE MOST UNSUITABLE COURTSHIP. And this really is a terrible courtship through storms, killers, fire, and a dangerous conclusion. A strong woman doesn’t need candy and flowers if she meets the right man. As they race across Texas to catch murderers, this Rena and Storm encounter much more than they expected.

Here’s the blurb for THE MOST UNSUITABLE COURTSHIP:

Storm Kincaid wants justice; Rena Dmitriev wants vengeance.

When Storm’s best friend and the friend’s wife are murdered, Storm secures a temporary appointment as Federal Marshal so he can capture the killers. He follows them to twenty one year old Rena’s home, which is in flames when he arrives. She has survived by following her elderly husband’s strict instructions and watched in hiding while the men murdered him.  Storm intends to take her to the nearest town where she will be safe. She can identify the men who killed the person who had been her husband in name only and like a grandfather to her, and she vows to kill at least one of the killers. Whether or not Storm allows her to accompany him, she assures him she will go after the murderers.  She is the only person alive who can identify the evil foursome whose policy has been to leave no witnesses. Storm agrees to take her with him. She’ll be safer with him to protect her than she would riding alone.

As a powerful and passionate love blossoms, they unite to rescue three orphaned children, fight the elements, and encounter the killers. Will their love be enough to protect them?

Let me share an excerpt from this THE MOST UNSUITABLE COURTSHIP:

She emerged from the brush straightening her trousers and shoving her pistol back into her waistband. “Where do you think those men are going?”

“Indian Territory. They’ll steal all they can before they reach the Red River and leave no survivors to identify them. They’re selling off the stolen stock along the way, so that will slow them some.” He wondered if she knew how to use the gun.

“But I saw their faces.”

He sent her what he hoped was a frightening stare. “If they knew that, you’d be dead for sure.”

She shivered, but glared at him. “Do not think to frighten me. I will do everything I can to kill these men and reclaim my gold and my mother’s locket. It is not that I care about the jewelry that once belonged to Abram’s wife. But to him, it meant a great deal, and I want it because he gave it to me.”

Storm wanted to shake her. Not that he hadn’t lived all his life with stubborn women. At least his oldest sister Pearl made sense. He’d worried about shy Sarah, especially when she’d appeared head over heels with a con man. Now that Sarah and Nate were married, she had life figured out. Nate had surprised everyone, even himself. Storm suppressed a smile and worked up his anger again at his traveling companion.

“We can be in Llano by nightfall. We’ll get a couple of rooms there and you can rest.”

She shot him a suspicious glare. “You think to abandon me in that town. If we stay somewhere, we will be in the same room so I can watch you.”

Shocked, Storm wondered what he could do with this woman. “We wouldn’t be allowed to stay in a decent hotel. You want to sleep over a saloon? Besides that, folks will be shocked when they see you in those trousers. You want people to think you’re a fallen woman?”

With her chin raised, she placed her hands on her hips. “I am a good woman. You can tell them we are married and I wear britches to ride more easily.” She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers. “I have a wedding band, see?”

He raised his hands and backed up a step. “Oh, no. I’m not even pretending to be married. If I were ready to marry, which I’m not, I’d pick a woman who knew when to let a man do his job.”

“Ha, and when I recover my dowry, I will marry a man who knows a woman can do as much as a man.”

He swept a formal bow. “And when you marry, will you be wearing the lovely gown you now wear?”

She appeared angry enough to use that Colt on him. “You are wrong to…to talk so. I do not have the English words to tell you what I think, but do not try to leave me behind. If you do, I will go after the men alone.”

Disgusted, Storm stomped over and retrieved the horses. “Then let’s go.”

They rode into Llano in late afternoon. Since they arrived mid week, the town appeared peaceful and quiet. Storm spotted a hotel by the livery he remembered.

“If you’re determined to stick to me like glue, let’s stable the horses.”

At the stable, she staggered when she dismounted and he thought she might fall. He grabbed her arms. “Steady. You’re not used to riding so long.”

“Ja, my legs do not work so well. Do not worry, I will be fine in a minute.”

She remained quiet while he dealt with the hostler and insured his rifle and saddle would be safe. He threw his saddlebags over his shoulder and retrieved the two pillowcases and box he’d tied to the saddle pommel. They ambled the block toward the hotel.

He indicated a mercantile. “Just what we need. After we get our room, let’s head for that store before it closes. You probably need to replace a few things that burned.” When she glared at him. “I’ll give you the money, all right? I don’t want folks thinking my wife runs around in men’s clothes. If anyone gets nosy, tell them you lost your bag crossing a river.”

She sniffed and sashayed as if she wore a ball gown instead of ill-fitting men’s trousers. “I will keep track and repay you when I kill those men.”

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013_2Caroline Clemmons is an Amazon bestselling and award winning author of historical and contemporary western romances. A frequent speaker at conferences and seminars, she has taught workshops on characterization, point of view, and layering a novel.

Caroline and her husband live in the heart of Texas cowboy country with their menagerie of rescued pets. When she’s not indulging her passion for writing, Caroline enjoys family, reading, travel, antiquing, genealogy, painting, and getting together with friends. Find her on her blog, website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Google+, WattPad, Shelfari, and Pinterest. Subscribe to her newsletter here to receive a FREE novella.

Interview with Andrea Cooper

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

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

Tell us about your current series.

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

What is your favorite part of writing?

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

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

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

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

What is your typical day like?

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

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

What is your favorite dessert/food?

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

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

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

How far do you plan ahead?

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

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

Blurb:

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

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

But secrets can’t be hidden forever.

Excerpt:

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

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

A blind date.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fear Of Flying by Leigh Court

FearOfFlyingLeigh Court2015Confession: I’ve pretty much always been afraid to fly. It started at age 18, with a rough plane ride on my first flight to Europe. Since then I’ve tried not to let my fear of flying control my life, but every time I board a plane, I can’t help but get a little nervous. Ironically, (since I didn’t actually search them out), I’ve had a fortune teller assure me I’ll never die in a plane crash and an astrologer friend tell me I will live to a nice old age. I think of those two women every time I buckle my seatbelt!!

But now I’ve found a way to turn my fear of flying into a positive thing.

I’m the author of nine books, and the advice always given to writers is “write what you know.” So for my latest story, aptly titled Fear Of Flying, I decided to get semi-autobiographical. I gave my heroine, Jessie Jordan, a fear of flying and wrote her story based on many of the real-life experiences I’ve had.

A job as a book publicist? Check. On a nationwide book tour with a travel writer? Check. Winter de-icing of plane wings and bouts of white-knuckle clear air turbulence? Check!

Everyone probably has stories of scary plane flights, me just more than most people. And I included them all in this book! Pretty much everything in it is true, except for the ex-military travel writer hero of the story, Regan Quade, whose lust for Jessie helps make this a very hot contemporary romance!

Here’s the blurb:

“You’re never going to die in a plane crash…”

A mysterious fortune teller’s prediction plays right into book publicist Jessie Jordan’s biggest fear. A difficult childhood has left Jessie determined to control all aspects of her life, but she can’t control airplanes…

 Travel writer Regan Quade also has control issues. A devastating event during his time in the military has scarred him into believing he needs to remain single. He can’t risk being responsible for anyone else’s life.

But during a nationwide media tour to promote Regan’s newest travel book, Jessie’s fear of flying prompts Regan to help calm her anxiety in a shocking – and highly intimate! – way.

The sudden change in their relationship unleashes their mutual attraction, but Jessie doesn’t know if there’s any way to pierce the wall Regan’s built around his heart.

And here’s a short excerpt:

The pilot’s voice came over the intercom. “Flight attendants, please be seated.”

Jessie leaned back into her seat on the plane. Of all the words in the English language, those were the five she most hated to hear in one sentence.

She let go of her death grip on her seat’s armrest only long enough to reach out and shove down the shade over the window. There was no way she was going to watch the plane shake and shudder during the turbulence.

In the seat next to her, Regan ripped open the plastic wrapper and shook out the navy blanket.

“What are you doing?” she asked through clenched teeth.

“Testing a theory.” He spread the blanket over her. Actually, he spread it over both of them. “Just relax, Jessie.”

She would have thrown off the stupid blanket, but her fingernails were now too firmly embedded back into the material of the armrests. The plane lurched to the left, and she let out a low moan of panic.

With her fear of flying, why the hell did she do this job?

Regan turned his body slightly so that he was able to face her in the seat. “Just breathe.”

 Easy for you to say! Jessie leaned back into the cushion, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. In. Out. In. Out. Her yoga instructor always said concentrating on your breath meant you were in the present moment. You couldn’t worry about the future or think about the past. Being aware of your breathing forced you to be right here, right now. No room for anything else.

Except there was something else. Under the blanket, Jessie felt Regan’s hand on her right knee.

What the—

Dear God, had he run his hand all the way up her boot and slipped under the hem of her skirt without her even noticing it?

The plane dipped and then fell about a hundred feet, a sickening drop that Jessie felt in the pit of her stomach. She gasped and sunk her fingernails even deeper into the armrests, keeping her eyes screwed shut. Meanwhile, Regan’s warm hand inched from her knee up the inside of her right thigh.

 “Regan—”

“Don’t think, Jessie. Just feel. Concentrate on my hand. Let me take your mind off your fear.”

Copyright © 2014 by Leigh Court

This romance is definitely one wild ride! I’ve gotten some great reviews and some wonderful feedback from readers. Here are two buy links if this sounds like a fun read to you…

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Now that you know I’m afraid of flying, it’s time to share! Tell me about one of your fears and how you cope with it. I’ll pick a comment at random to win an e-copy of Fear Of Flying.

And thanks so much to Cynthia for letting me blog today!

Best,

Leigh

Website: www.leighcourt.com

Blog: http://fierceromance.blogspot.com/

BIO

Award-winning author Leigh Court has been writing since age eleven, starting with wild adventure stories for her elementary school newsletter, and then growing up to be a television news journalist whose assignments took her on real life adventures. Having reported on more than her share of bad news, Leigh now writes romantic fiction because she wants her readers to be able to escape into a story guaranteed to have a happy ending!

Excerpt of Dangerous Desire

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In full view, Cruz stripped off his sweaty black tee and Sienna nearly had a heart attack. Jesus Christ. The men at her gym would’ve despised him. Her eyes slowly drank him in. Good God. He had the sexiest bod she’d ever seen. Taut and tan, his muscles were chiseled in a way that gave his dimensions beautiful symmetry. Tori would’ve been impressed. She’d always preached about the importance of muscle balance. Some men took it to the extreme. Not Cruz. He sported a tapered waist with shredded abs, V-shaped torso, and arms that made her drool because, if she had to pick a favorite body part, arms were it.

He used the dirty shirt to dry sweat off his gorgeous frame. Her eyes followed his movements, stopping at the bulldog tattoo etched on his sculpted pec, with the word Marines below. He’d been in the service, a kickass Marine. How hot!

He busted her checking him out.

She yanked her eyes away. Jeez. Her face probably looked as red as it felt.

Holding up a fresh shirt, he shook it out a few times. The sound of fabric caught her attention. Her gaze slid that way again. Okay. Sound had nothing to do with it. She just had to look one more time. He pulled the shirt over his head. Terrific. Now he wore a white muscle shirt tailor-made for his ripped physique. The thing should’ve been outlawed.

Wearing a sly smirk, he combed his fingers through his short, spiky hair. Running down the inside of his arm below his rock-hard biceps, he had another tattoo, this one with five small Chinese symbols. What a unique spot for a tattoo, and unbelievably sexy, like everything else about him. Even his name sounded hot.

He climbed into the driver’s seat and snapped his door shut. He didn’t look at her, but then, he didn’t have to. She knew he knew what kind of effect that little display had on her. Oh yeah. He had it written all over that smug face. He might be a soaking-wet dream she didn’t mind entertaining on a nightly basis, but she didn’t have to be so obvious.

  • Sienna grabbed her seatbelt and tried to latch it.

“Damn,” Cruz mumbled, as he watched her struggle with the belt. He turned on the ignition and flipped the air conditioning to the highest setting.

She looked at his face instead of his sinewy arm. It took willpower, because those arms really did it for her. “Is there a trick?” The mechanism wouldn’t click into place.

“I keep forgetting to get that thing checked,” he said. “Don’t usually carry passengers except for Roman.” He looked back at his dog and grinned. Roman sat on the bench seat patiently waiting to go bye-bye.

“It doesn’t work at all?” She preferred to wear a seatbelt, and not just because of the law. South Florida had some loony drivers.

“It just takes a little maneuvering,” he replied. “Let me give it a try.” He turned all that magnificence toward her and reached across her chest.

Holy crap, he was totally in her face, his delicious body stretched across her lap. Sienna held her breath and pressed her back into the seat. She felt his weight, smelled his soap and baby shampoo. Her every cell fell under his spell. She tried to find her voice. “Any luck?” she squeaked out.

They were eye-to-eye, his mouth so close that if she puckered her lips, that would be it. His gaze traveled downward. He tilted his head like he wanted to kiss her. Uh-oh. She hadn’t made out in years. She probably sucked at it by now. A magnetic intensity pulled her to him, and she had a feeling she’d relearn pretty quickly. Her body buzzed with sexual urgency. Not once in her life had she felt this consumed, this desperate to feel a man’s lips on hers.

 

Blurb for Dangerous Desire

Sometimes you have to lose one thing to find another.

Sienna Diaz is desperate to find her missing Beagle, no matter what it costs. She hires Cruz Santino, the best—and hottest—in the business. He’s an ex-cop, dangerous on many levels, which comes in handy when all evidence indicates her beloved pet was snatched to use in a dogfighting ring.

Cruz will do whatever it takes to find Sienna’s lost pet, but he also wants results from the smokin’ hot attraction between them—and he isn’t above breaking his own hands-off-clients rule to get there. However, until he brings her beloved Beagle home safely, he won’t have Sienna’s undivided attention…and affection.

Content Warning: Strong language, caliente sex, violence, and a dangerously hot rescue.

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Deepic2Author Bio – Diane Escalera

Born and raised in the Bronx, NY, Diane Escalera makes her home in coastal North Carolina. The sultry surroundings are a steady source of inspiration for her hot love stories. Diane is married, has two children and a super cute dachshund she can’t get enough of. She writes contemporary romance and is published with Kensington Publishing and Lyrical Press.

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THE VAGABOND VICAR By Charlotte Brentwood

 

Please help me welcome Charlotte Brentwood to my blog today. Charlotte is giving away an ecopy of her book to one lucky commentor, so be sure and leave her a comment.

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William Brook is an idealistic young cleric, desperate to escape dreary England for a mission adventure in exotic lands. It’s his worst nightmare come true when he is posted to a parish in a small backwater village, populated with small-minded people and husband-hunting mamas. He’s determined not to form any ties and to escape the country as an independent single man.

A free spirit, Cecilia Grant is perfectly content to remain in her family home in Amberley village – when she’s not wandering the countryside at all hours painting. Marriage options are few, but that won’t stop her mother from engineering a match with one of the ruling family’s sons. Cecilia attempts to win the man, but what is it about the new vicar and his brooding ways that is so appealing? Could he be the only one who has ever really understood her, and can she discover what he is running away from?

As William struggles not to fall in love with the lady’s intoxicating beauty and mysterious eccentricity, he finds himself drawn into the lives of the villagers, despite their best efforts to alienate the newcomer. When he makes it clear he’s not sticking around, Cecilia strives to restrain her blossoming feelings for him. Just when it seems love may triumph, dark secrets are revealed in Amberley and a scandal from William’s past may see the end of not only his career, but his chance at finding an everlasting love.

CharlotteAuthor Bio

Charlotte developed serious crushes on a series of men from age fifteen: Darcy, Knightley, Wentworth and Brandon. A bookworm and scribbler for as long as she can remember, Charlotte always dreamed of sharing her stories with the world. The Vagabond Vicar is her debut novel.

She lives in beautiful Auckland, New Zealand. When she’s not toiling at her day job, writing or procrastinating on the Internet, Charlotte can be found snuggling with her cat Sophie, warbling at the piano, sipping a hot chocolate or enjoying the great outdoors.

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Excerpt

Cecilia slipped out after breakfast on Saturday, intent on painting the late summer wildflowers. She worked near the river for several hours. On her way back home, she saw a distant view of the churchyard, and some movement caught her eye near the vicarage. There appeared to be someone working in the pottage garden next to the house, which she knew was well overgrown. She moved closer, with the intention of striking up a conversation with the worker, and asking about what he was planting. The Grants had an abundance of spinach seedlings, so she could offer a few.

She walked down around the base of a mound, and through a grove of trees. Upon emerging from behind a large oak, she gave a start. It was Mr Brook working in the garden, furiously tilling the hardened soil. He always gives his all to whatever endeavour he sets his mind to. He hadn’t seen her, and though she felt she shouldn’t disturb him, she found herself stealing closer, pressing herself behind another oak only about twenty feet from the plot. She couldn’t help but examine him closely, as the sight of him was unlike she’d ever seen a gentleman before.

William had worked up a sweat. His dark hair was tousled across his forehead, and dirt was caked on his cheeks and neck. His torso and arms were only clad in a shirt, with no coat, cravat or waistcoat. Apart from her father and brothers, Cecilia had only ever seen gentlemen in jackets or coats. And she had never seen a shirt, or the man within it, in such a state as this. He had torn it open at the neck, and she could see a broad chest speckled with hair. The damp fabric clung to his shoulders and well-formed arms. Cecilia watched him drive his hoe into the soil again and again, breathing hard with the effort. She swallowed, realising she had been gaping with an open mouth, which had suddenly dried out. She knew there was no way she could talk to him, her agitated mind flitting from one thought to the next. She emerged from the tree, intending to creep past the vicarage and on her way home. Her heart beating wildly, she began to shuffle through the grass.

William chose that moment to pause in his work, stretching backwards and causing his shirt to pull out from his breeches. The glimpse of the muscles of his stomach made Cecilia gasp, and she clamped a hand to her mouth, too late. He bolted upright, and instantly his eyes were on her, freezing her steps. He held her stare for just a moment, before conflicting emotions washed across his face. First he smiled, then frowned, and then mumbled something as he looked down at himself. Even from her distance she could see colour creeping up his neck to his face, and she felt remorse for embarrassing him. He was working his own land, after all. She had no business spying on him.

“Oh Miss Grant, I do apologise…” William looked about the yard frantically, locating his coat hanging on a fencepost. He started towards it, but did not advance two steps before he landed on his rake. The instrument jumped up and smacked him squarely on the nose.

“Well, I shall go then,” Cecilia said reluctantly, her eyes clinging to the tail of his shirt.

 

EXCERPT from MAIL ORDER OUTLAW by Cynthia Woolf

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BLURB

Ed Talbot isn’t husband material. He’s an outlaw, was forced into his father’s gang at the age of thirteen, and is wanted Dead or Alive in more than one territory. But now his father is dead, he hates the life, the blood, and his brother’s rages. When a stagecoach robbery goes awry, Ed ends up with a satchel full of charming letters from an enticing young miss. Unfortunately for Miss Lizzie Cobb, her betrothed is now dead, and Ed Talbot sees a way out. Impersonating a fine, upstanding young man shouldn’t be too difficult. Despite the risks, falling in love with her proves to be all too easy.

Isolated on her mother’s ranch just outside of Tombstone, Miss Lizzie Cobb doesn’t have the time or the means to find a respectable husband. As a half Apache woman in the Arizona Territory, being a mail order bride seems like the only solution to her problem until she realizes that San Francisco is too far away, and she’ll have to leave her vulnerable mother and baby brother behind. Her solution? Call off the wedding.

When her groom shows up on her doorstep, she’s shocked. He’s handsome, strong, and has traveled hundreds of miles to claim her. His kisses inflame her body and his presence soothes her soul. Falling for the rugged man is beyond her control. But the past has a way of catching up to outlaws, and facing the truth is going to be hard…for both of them.

EXCERPT

CHAPTER 1

Tombstone, Arizona Territory, March 5, 1882

Lizzie finished her letter to Maggie Black, owner of Matchmaker & Co. in Golden, Colorado.

Dear Mrs. Black,

I have changed my mind about becoming a mail order bride to Mr. Malcom Brandon. I cannot leave my ranch. It is my first love and if I must remain an unmarried woman in order to keep it, so I shall.

Please extend my apologies to Mr. Brandon. I will refund any fees associated with this change in the arrangement.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Cobb

She read it over again. Pleased with the document, she prepared it for posting in next mail run.

She still needed a husband, but being half Apache didn’t make it easy to find one. Lizzie couldn’t leave the ranch though, not even for the sake of a husband. For the ranch work she could make do with ranch hands and foremen. It would mean no children for her, ever, but this was the decision she had to make. Keeping the ranch for Jamie was more important than her own dreams.

*****

Outside Tucson, Arizona Territory, May 12, 1882

Ed Talbot adjusted his bandana to cover the lower half of his face. The stagecoach his father had targeted for his latest robbery was about to crest the hill. When it did Ed and his half-brother, Harvey, would be waiting. His father, Josiah Talbot, would fall in behind the vehicle until it came to a halt.

Josiah rode with Harry and Joe, closing in behind.

Ed and his brother waited and the coach was slowing as it was supposed to. Suddenly the shotgun rider started firing his rifle at the men closing in behind.

Ed and Harvey rode toward the coach. Harvey fired his pistol and killed the shotgun rider, but not before they saw Josiah fall. The stage came to a halt and Ed kept his gun on the driver, while Harvey rode past the coach to where their father lay on the ground.

“Nooo.” A howl like Ed had never heard came out of Harvey. Ed knew then that their father was dead, but he didn’t grieve. The man Ed had hated for most of his life was dead. He rejoiced.

Harvey walked forward, reloading his gun as he came. As soon as he got had a full cylinder, he aimed at the driver and shot him dead.

Ed saw what was going to happen and jumped off his horse and ran toward his brother. He grabbed his brother’s arm. “Harvey. What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”

“He killed Pa. He deserved to die. The driver and this man are a witnesses and have to die…” Harvey’s eyebrows came together and he narrowed his eyes. “Or you do and then he dies anyway. Now you got a problem with that?”

That was no choice and Ed was about to say so, when Harvey raised his pistol and fired. The man who’d done nothing but be a passenger on the wrong stage, was dead.

“Couldn’t let you say something you might regret, little brother.” Harvey holstered his gun. “Gather up all the stuff including the luggage and then search all three men,” he instructed Harry and Joe.

Ed noticed a valise in the coach that he assumed belonged to the man. He took it and tied it to his saddle bags.

“Let’s go,” said Harvey. “Take the coach horses, we’ll sell them in town and set the coach on fire.”

Joe gathered up sage brush, so prevalent in this part of the desert near Tucson and piled it inside the coach. Then he took a stick match out of his pocket, struck it against a rock and started the kindling on fire. Within minutes the stagecoach was burning and black smoke billowed into the sky. If they hung around, they’d be found by the sheriff’s posse.

“All right let’s get out of here.” Harvey turned and rode his horse the way they’d come, back to their hideout in the Mule Mountains.

Not having any choice, Ed followed his brother. Harvey would kill him in a heartbeat rather than let him go. Their father had been the same way. Fifteen years ago, when Ed’s mother died, Josiah had taken him into the gang. Ed was thirteen. He learned how to rob stages, trains and banks. He learned how to kill people but he never actually killed anyone. He’d managed to avoid that particular deed. His father and brother thought him a coward, but Ed had no taste for killing a living soul or the outlaw life in general.

When they got to camp, Ed took the valise and went to his bedroll. He opened the piece of luggage. In his search for valuables he shoved aside a couple of suits, ties, shirts, and underdrawers. In the bottom he found a packet of letters tied together with a thin strip of leather. They were addressed to Malcolm Brandon of San Francisco. That must have been the man’s name.

Gripped by curiosity, Ed untied the bundle and opened the first letter. It was from a woman named Elizabeth Cobb in Tombstone.

Tombstone, Arizona Territory, March 8, 1881

Dear Mr. Brandon:

My name is Elizabeth Cobb, but I go by Lizzie. Thank you for responding to my letter desiring to become a mail order bride to the right man. My only requirement is that the man be over six feet tall as I am nearly six feet myself. I understand from Mrs. Black that you fit the bill by being six feet two inches yourself.

I run a cattle ranch outside of Tombstone in the Arizona territory. Up until two years ago, I ran the ranch with my father. Now it’s just Mama, Jamie and me. Jamie is the actual owner of the ranch but he’s only ten years old and I need to run it until he can take over, if he wants to. He’s a very studious boy and may decide to go to college and study a subject other than ranching. He doesn’t love it like I do.

Mrs. Black informed me that you own a thriving dry goods business in San Francisco. Why are you looking for a mail order bride? Aren’t there any women there for you to marry?

I don’t know what all to say. Please write me back with questions that you may have.

Sincerely,

Lizzie Cobb

Ed wondered about Lizzie Cobb. Why was she willing to be a mail order bride? Was she ugly? She was very tall for a woman, maybe that was why. What would she do with the ranch when she got married, leave it for her mother to run with the little brother? Was she planning on taking the old lady with her and selling the ranch?

Many questions buzzed through his mind. Tombstone was about seventy miles south, two days hard ride through the desert. Riding hard wasn’t a good idea. He could kill his horse and then he’d be dead himself. There was nothing but sage brush and cactus as far as the eye could see. No water. The going wasn’t easy. There was a swing station where the stagecoach changed horses and passengers could rest and get a meal. Sometimes the stage stayed overnight depending on what time of day they arrived. Apaches roamed the desert and stages, stations, and settlements were often attacked. Bandits were known to come from Mexico and rob the stages as well as gangs like our gang. It was Harvey’s gang now that Josiah was dead.

The stage drivers and those who rode shotgun didn’t want to get caught out after dark if they could help it. Ed understood the reasoning. He’d faced the Apaches himself while living in the desert.

He read more of the letters; there were eight in all. With each letter he became more interested in Lizzie Cobb. She sounded like one hell of a woman. Running a large cattle ranch after her father died. Caring for her mother and younger brother.

From what she’d shared he knew Lizzie was twenty-four years old, six feet tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She didn’t sound like a woman who could be missed or mistaken for anyone else.

As he read a plan formed. His only worries were how much Lizzie knew about Malcolm Brandon. The dead man signed his later letters ‘Mal’ so Ed would go by that name. He was only a little taller than the man had been so his clothes would pretty much fit, might be a little tight.

Could he do it? Could he become Mal Brandon?

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Cressida’s Dilemma by Beverley Oakley

Hi Cynthia,

cressidasdilemma_800Thanks so much for inviting me here. It’s been a long time since I’ve done any blogging lately due to the chaos which unexpectedly burst upon my nicely ordered life at the beginning of the year.

Lately, it’s been good to remember that those whose lives I researched for my series of “fallen women” – starting with my latest book Cressida’s Dilemma – were far less well-positioned than I to deal with husbands having major accidents coinciding with moving house to a new town and starting the kids in new schools J

Cressida’s Dilemma was inspired by nineteenth century journalist Henry Mayhew’s study on the detritus of London society – the prostitutes, thieves and swindlers and beggars – in his book, “London’s Underworld”.

Reading his research, I’ve been very conscious of how far we’ve come in the last 150 years. (Certainly, here in Australia.) In contract to my husband and I who have been cushioned by the excellent Traffic Accident Insurance which operates in our state and which we had no idea kicked in for anyone in a road registered vehicle, as well as advanced medical care, most of my nineteenth characters are highly vulnerable to any unexpected change in their circumstances.

Cressida, the heroine in the first book in the series, is well positioned, financially, and deeply in love with her husband of eight years, but she’s not been given the  vocabulary or self confidence to discuss what’s at the heart of her reluctance to resume the conjugal duties she once so enjoyed following the birth of her latest child. Her domineering mother-in-law has stressed the importance of a healthy son in the nursery so when Cressida’s lovely husband, Tristan, Lord Lovett, asks if Cressida’s reluctance to go to bed with him stems from fear of having another child, she vehemently denies it – despite it being the very reason. He therefore sadly concludes that Cressida is content to make their children the focus of her life, rather than him.

Cressida is a woman of her times – well behaved and acquiescent – but when she hears rumours that Tristan has returned to the arms of another woman, her attempts to discover the truth lead her on an extraordinary and sensual journey of discovery.

Cressida’s Dilemma is about love and children – too many and too few – and reconnecting. There are a few steamy scenes in the book between the married couple as well as the mystery of a lost child to resolve and much of the action takes place at Madame Plumb’s Salon of Sin.

Here Cressida and her husband are both drawn for different reasons, and initially neither knows the identity of the other. Mrs. Plumb’s Salon of Sin is a place where people from all levels of society – footmen and cuckolded duchesses – mingle, looking for love and it’s here that Cressida makes an unlikely friend who changes her life and makes her realize the distress of the underclass. As a result Cressida later persuades her husband to use his position to assist society’s more vulnerable, including the ruined vicar’s daughter Cressida meets, as well as a baronet’s wife in hiding, framed for her husband’s murder.

I share Cressida’s good fortune in being married to a truly gorgeous, heroic husband who’s been an amazingly stoic patient for the past four months of his rehabilitation since he was winched out of the Victorian Alps and helicoptered to the Royal Melbourne Hospital. On Friday he will have the titanium removed from his wrist and hopefully, by the end of the year will be flying the 777 again and taking me on his regular route between Melbourne and Los Angeles.

So I have more to celebrate than just the release of Cressida’s Dilemma which is available for pre-order and will be out in June in paperback as well as e-book.

Below is part of the first scene:

Chapter One

“The Earl of Lovett has taken a mistress?”

The breathy shock of pretty newlywed, Mrs. Rupert Browne, sliced through the buzz of conversation, lancing its unsuspecting target three feet away and causing a deaf colonel to ask the duchess solicitously if she required a glass of water.

Still choking on her champagne, Cressida, Lady Lovett, strained to hear the response of her cousin, Catherine, who had obviously disseminated this latest shocking on dit while she smilingly assured deaf Colonel Horvitt she was quite all right, as if her happiness were not suddenly hanging by a gossamer thread.

She could only hope she was making the right responses to the colonel’s monologue. All her concentration was focused on the nearby conversation as she waited desperately for a rejection of the outrageous claim.

“Surely not?” gasped the generally well-intentioned but oblivious Mrs. Browne to Cousin Catherine’s whispered reply. “But the earl made a love match. Mama told me he scandalized society by marrying a nobody.”

Cressida had to use two hands to keep her champagne coupe steady. The indignity of being described as a ‘nobody’ was nothing compared with the pain of hearing her husband’s amours—real or otherwise—discussed in the middle of a ballroom. She forced her trembling mouth into her best attempt at a smile as the colonel leaned forward and wagged his finger at her, his stentorian tone precluding further eavesdropping. “Your husband ruffled more than a few feathers with his speech in the House of Lords last night, Lady Lovett.”

Cressida had once giggled with her ferociously forceful cousin, Catherine, that the colonel used his deafness as an excuse to peer down the cleavage of every pretty lady he addressed. She was in no mood for giggling now. Clearly, Cousin Catherine was disclosing details about the state of Cressida’s marriage, of which Cressida, apparently, was the last to know. She straightened and pushed her shoulders back, suddenly self-conscious of appearing the sagging, lacking creature the several hundred guests crowded into Lady Belton’s newly renovated ballroom must imagine her, if they were already privy to what she was hearing for the first time. Before her last sip of champagne, she’d considered herself happily married. It was all she could do to remain standing and dry-eyed.

Adjusting the lace of her masquerade costume, she managed, faintly, “Ah, Colonel, you know Lord Lovett and his good causes.” She tried to make it sound like an endearment, but the axis of her world had become centered on ascertaining what other titbits about her marriage Catherine was divulging to Mrs. Browne.

The music swelled to a crashing crescendo, the end of which was punctuated by Mrs. Browne’s shocked squeak, “Who is the woman? Madame Zirelli? Was she not once Lord Grainger’s mistress? No! His wife? He divorced her? And now she and Lord Lovett—?”

 

Cressida’s Dilemma is available here: https://www.totallybound.com/cressidas-dilemma

Beverley Eikli author shot for ARRA Beverley Oakley’s Biography

Historical Romance Author Beverley Oakley (also writing as Beverley Eikli) took her love of worthy heroines to new heights when she worked in the back of low flying survey aircraft over Greenland and French Guyana in the 1990s.

While Beverley’s broad repertoire of fictional heroes was fine-tuned through years of working in the male-dominated safari and airborne survey industries, her mostly nineteenth century heroines, by contrast, live very sheltered lives. The dichotomy between 21st century freedom and nineteenth century servitude is one of her favourite themes. So are flawed heroines struggling for happiness and fulfilment during a time in history when they were completely dependent on their closest male relative.

Beverley now lives with her family in Melbourne, Australia, twenty years after hitching her star to the Cessna Caravan (now a Boeing 777) of the handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a campfire in Botswana’s beautiful Okavango Delta where she ran a safari lodge at the time. She teaches creative writing, makes historical costumes and works as a Disaster Events Researcher.

Beverley’s latest project is set in Colonial Lesotho where she was born and where her father prosecuted medicine murder and illegal diamond buying cases in the African kingdom’s rugged mountains during the 1960s.

She loves hearing from readers and you can contact her or find out more about her books here:

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An Interview with New York Times Bestselling Author Dianna Love

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Dianna will give away an e-book copy of her latest release, STOLEN VENGEANCE, Book 6 in the Slye Temp romantic suspense series, plus a set of signed Slye Temp Keeper Kase Cards to one winner.  (Amazon or Barnes & Noble account required to receive ebook.) Open to int’l and US readers.

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

I write several genres – romantic suspense, urban fantasy and young adult sci-fi/fantasy, because I read EVERYTHING, especially in fiction, with the exception of horror.  I would love to read Stephen King, because I know he’s a genius in his field, but my mind would never let me sleep again once I read his work.  Here’s the rest of why I write what I do: First, I love romance in all genres, so there is always a romantic thread or actual romance in everything I write. I love exploring what makes people come together, especially when they seem to be the worst two to form a bond.  I love the intricate puzzle of suspense that keeps a reader on edge, so I generally have suspense in everything I write.  As for contemporary vs fantasy or paranormal or sci-fi… I just really enjoy the playground each of those genres allows me.

Love-Stolen Vengeance 40 percentTell us about your current series.

I just released STOLEN VENGEANCE, book 6 in the Slye Temp Agency series, which is built around a rogue black ops group faced with stopping an international trio of dangerous people who are determined to see the Orion Prophecy come to fruition. That series is a mix of fast-paced action and intense romance, with a splash of Dan Brown-style ancient-artifact intrigue, that results in big premise stories.  I’m currently writing on WITCHLOCK, which is book 6 in my Belador urban fantasy series. Since it’s urban fantasy, this series has continuing characters and a romantic thread that runs through it.  One thing different about this particular urban fantasy series, though, is that it was built around one woman and two men who are close friends, but like sister and brothers, not a love triangle. They each have their own life issues going, but the two men are Beladors and Evalle is half Belador and half “other,” which makes her an Alterant.  This series is set in Atlanta, but travels to other realms at times and will include other geographic locations in future books as well.  One of the most beloved characters in this series is Feenix, Evalle’s pet gargoyle who is two feet tall, has an overbite that causes him to lisp, and is learning to talk. This series is packed with fast action, high emotion and a lot of suspense (Are you sensing a common thread that runs through my writing? *grin*)

What inspired your latest book?

For STOLEN VENGEANCE, the inspiration came from thinking about how we sometimes have to make difficult decisions that scar us, and what happens when there’s a chance for redemption. Dingo had to walk away from Valene seven years ago to keep her safe, and without telling her why he left. But he comes back when that threat returns, and has to convince Valene to let him step back into her life so he can protect her.   Few women would just go along with that as presented, and neither does Valene, who hates to admit that she still feels for him.

What is your favorite part of writing?

THE. END. LOL, no seriously. I once heard an author I admired say she loved having “written,” not writing.  I thought that was so strange until I spent the past fourteen years writing.  Now I realize that I wage war on every book, demanding the best that it can be, and that’s so draining.  I want to write each book. I’m driven to write each book.  The truth is that I can’t start a book unless something about it excites me.  But the minute it’s truly done and heading to be published, there is such a sense of relief and joy it’s hard to describe.  Other than that, I love coming up with surprises in my stories. That’s when I sit in my writing room thinking, They have no idea what is coming in this one. I get a big chuckle, but then I also get anxious to share the story with readers.

Love-Witchlock 700 X 1050 pixelsWhat is your next project and when will it be released?

WITCHLOCK will be released June 30, 2015 in e-book and print.   This book grew out of an idea that I’ve had for a long time about an ancient power that was thought destroyed, but has returned.  I like the idea of taking things that are just accepted in our world – the status quo – and throwing a monkey wrench into it then standing back to see what happens and who survives. J  Of course, Evalle, Storm, Feenix and the rest of the crew will be back in WITCHLOCK, as well as some  characters that readers have only seen glimpses of in the past.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

Going Indie on new projects has been something that fits me perfectly, because I’ve been in business for myself since I was seventeen.  I’ve always built marketing plans for my New York published books and I’m a very Type A person, so the idea of developing a team and expanding my business base was not overwhelming.  If anything, having this control invigorates me.  I hold myself to a high standard for delivering the best book I can to my readers.  I have a saying that responsibility starts at the top of a business, regardless of whether the company is small and local or huge and international.  I can say without question that the people on my team are the very best at what they do and strive to do everything they can to help me publish books that readers, more often than not, think were published in New York.  That’s quite flattering, but as I said, it’s also a responsibility that must be met each time I start to write.  For me, that’s what it takes to be a professional author.  My books go through a battery of editing and beta reads.  I believe there is a place for Indie and traditional publishing – that it isn’t an either-or proposition.  Tomorrow is always a new and exciting day in this industry!

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

Read what I said above, then – decide if you really want to be “in business.” There’s a lot to it, which often requires the successful authors to work seven days a week. Publishing your own books means writing the book, having content editing you trust, revising, beta readers, probably revising some more, copy and proof editing, the handling the loading for e-books and print, making decisions that are best for you when it comes to buying ISBNs or not, promotions, interacting on social media, participating in live events… on and on.  You have to spend time vetting out the resources, but I do have a tip for a new place where you can find those resources in one spot – AllWriterResources.com – that saves time, your most valuable commodity.  Basically, you’ll get out of self-publishing what you put into it, but that doesn’t mean if you work 7 days a week that you’re guaranteed to be successful.  And figure out what “success” means to you, because it’s different for everyone.  Decide what your goal is up front and post that somewhere you can see it for the days that it seems like things have jumped track.  Don’t chase someone else’s idea of success or you’ll probably be disappointed.  The last thing I’ll tell you is that with the exception of those rare “lightning in a bottle” books that explode out of the gate, it has always taken time to build a following.  At one time, New York expected it to take four to seven books, released one book a year, for an author to get established.  In the past decade that shifted to the idea that every book should launch a career, but that was never the norm and still isn’t.  It takes time for readers to discover an author and for a fan base to become established.  Give yourself and your books a chance to build an audience.

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

Never. I do not include any real person in my books. The characters I create are a mix of things I’ve experienced, people I’ve met who struck a note in me, and characters that come to me from somewhere unknown.  The closest I’ve come to putting a real person in a book was naming a secondary character June Tinker. In Stolen Vengeance, I made June the bombshell sixty-year-old wife of billionaire Jon Tinker. The real June Tinker will turn ninety this year, God willing, and she’s read my books since the very beginning. I dedicated the book to her and wanted to immortalize her as the hot number she was in her prime.  She loved it. Her kids loved it.  She’s the only character in my books who is not a hundred percent fictional.

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

You picked the three things I LOVE MOST to write.  I LOVE conflict! That’s the heart of every story. Without conflict we would be bored. I HATE to be bored.  I love writing emotion, because without that I can’t sit down to write. I need that right from the start, or  I can’t get invested in each story.  Characters are only difficult when I have to keep digging to find out what makes them tick, but even then it’s fascinating because inevitably I discover something that surprises me. As long as I’m entertained, I’m in my element.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

STOLEN VENGEANCE – He’s the last man she’ll trust and the only one who can save her.

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?

My favorite books to read are in exactly the same genres that I write today except for historical (which I love, but have no desire to write) .  I love to read suspense, romance, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal.

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

I don’t read in the genre I’m writing at that time. Right now I’m reading contemporary romance and a historical novel while I’m writing urban fantasy. That prevents any accidental cross over, but allows my brain a chance to relax a little.

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

First–Always strive to improve.  Take workshops.  Even if you can’t go to conferences or travel to workshops, you can still learn and grow by taking online classes.  I’m teaching some classes at a great new online workshop venue—AllWriterWorkshops.com–along with a bunch of other instructors and experts in fields of value to writers.  Never stop searching for ways like this to get better at storytelling and to improve your stories.

Second—there are a few basic things that will really help you if you can remember to apply them.

Always compete only with yourself, not other writers.  Challenge yourself to step up your game on every book.

Always ignore sound bites such as, “I just dashed this book off in twelve hours and eight publishers went into a bidding war.” There’s always more to the story and what someone else says about how they wrote or sold doesn’t matter, because your goal never changes—it’s to write the best book you can and build an audience for it.

Always have a support person or group, someone with whom you can rant or share joy or just take a break with from writing.  Surround yourself with positive, like-minded people.

Always write with your readers in mind.  Don’t use your book as a platform. If you make a promise to entertain readers, then stick to your promise.

Always protect the work.  Be honest enough with yourself to know when you should accept advice on the story or the characters, but also know when it’s time to pull your story away from destructive influences.

Always write, no matter what. I know you hear that a lot, but it’s true that you learn something new on every book you write, and constant writing will build those mental muscles.

What does all of that have to do with struggling to gain that first contract?  If you do get the contract, you’ll know how to produce another wonderful book and you’ll be better prepared for working with an editor.  If don’t get a contract, the worst that has happened is you end up with a great book to publish another way.

Dianna & F 650 GSWhat’s next for you?

I’m heading to Illinois June 8th for the Keeper Books Tour that will be in the Chicago area for a week. I’ll be there with five other bestselling authors (www.KeeperBooksTour.com) and then I’m on to the Romance Writers of America national conference in New York this July.  I’m looking forward to riding my BMW motorcycle out west for a week before arriving at the RomCon reader convention in Denver, CO this September.   Other than that, you’ll find me in my writing cave!

EXCERPT from STOLEN VENGEANCE

 by NYT bestseller Dianna Love

How could Dingo tell Valene that he’d taken a bullet and suffered much worse so that Garcia would leave her alone? Then he’d have to tell her why he’d done all that. She’d be devastated with guilt because she’d feel responsible.

Hadn’t he hurt her enough? “My people are hunting a dangerous group who might remember you from back when we were together.”

“I’ll ask the police to make some rounds here.”

“If they come for you, the police won’t stop them. I’m just asking how long you’ve known this guy who’s offered you a contract.”

“Long enough.”

Dingo changed his tactics. “These people can infiltrate a lot of places. You don’t want to find out you’ve been dealing with a criminal, do you?”

She dropped her arms and curled her fists. “Charlie is not a criminal. I investigated him myself and checked his references. Don’t you dare come here threatening him.” She closed the distance between them, getting right up in his face. “Unless you have hard evidence to show me, do not screw up my relationship with this client or I will not be responsible for my actions. Do you get that?”

He got it. And he could ignore a lot of things, but seeing her all fierce and ready to do battle only turned him on. He’d spent many a night seven years ago tweaking her temper just for the passion that followed.

His body came alive with her this close.

All systems go and target locked.

If he touched her right now, though, she’d try to break his arm or he might hurt her accidentally by defending his favorite parts.

Dingo had backed into a corner. Not a smart place to be if Valene decided to make him pay for showing up here and breaking into her place.

Did that matter to his dick giving her a standing ovation? Not one bit.

Val poked him hard in the chest. “This has to stop. You’re making me crazy, Dingo.”

Welcome to my world.

She pushed again and his body begged her to use all those wild fingers on him.

When she jabbed a third time, Dingo grabbed her wrist.

He could feel her pulse racing.

His was doing its own version of heading for the checkered flag on a NASCAR straightaway.

Out of pure insanity, he started rubbing his thumb softly across her skin. He could smell her. Loved her scent.

She vibrated with a mix of anxiety and anger, and her shallow breaths interrupted the silence piling up between them.

Dingo tried to remember why he was here, but the call of her body kept sidetracking him.

He swallowed and dug around for some way to reach past her anger. Words weren’t his forte. When he spoke it was in the same low voice he’d once used to wake her before daylight on mornings when he showed up unexpectedly.

“I don’t want to fight with you.”  He wanted to kiss more than he wanted anything else at this moment, but he hadn’t come here for that. Not as his primary objective, anyway. “You can hate me all you want, but please don’t lock me out right now when I can’t sleep for fear that I won’t be here when you need me.”

She’d either hear him out or kick him out.

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Interview with Beverley Bateman

missing_cover200x300Tell us about your current series/WIP.

The Hawkins’ family is my current series. It’s a series about the Hawkins’ brothers, set on a ranch in Duster, Montana. Each book is a romantic suspense that stands alone. Hunted is Cody’s story is about Cody and Maggie. She’s in the Witness Protection program but her identity has been compromised. Missing is Luke’s story. He’s a Hawkins’ but also the town’s family doctor with an adopted daughter. A stranger is stalking Luke and his daughter and there is a threat of kidnapping. Targeted is Ky’s story. A rancher is killed; the woman Ky married eleven years ago inherits the ranch. She left eleven years ago and hasn’t been back since. Now someone wants to kill her. Targeted is my WIP and I hope to finish it this month.

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?`

Ideas come from all areas. My writing chapter does tours at the RWA National and we’ve done police, homeland security, chatroom predators, coast guard, etc. I get ideas from newspapers or news articles and sometimes I get an idea and then think about it for awhile and develop a plot and then work on the characters.

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

Great question. I was originally published by three different small presses in both e-book and print. I learned a lot about the publishing process from the editors. However, the sales were negligible and they had control of the book. About three years ago several authors were talking and very excited about self-publishing. I kept asking questions and decided to get my rights back to my book and self-publish. You have more control but it’s also a lot more work. I originally decided on ebook only. The decision was mostly based on cost and more people read on e-readers these days so it’s a bigger market. However, I am now rethinking that decision and looking at having some print books for sale and giveaways.

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? Once I got my rights back I started to edit the first book. I was actually shocked at the number of errors – and it had passed through three editors. Once I edited it I sent it to a proof reader and found a cover artist. I met an agent for BookBaby at the Writers Conference in Tucson. I decided to use them so I didn’t have to learn formatting and uploading to each different book seller. It also gave me time to write a new book. I After a couple of books I decided to find a formatter and I uploaded the next book myself. More work but I do have complete control.

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

Characters have always been difficult. I’ve taken classes and work hard at getting my readers to relate to them. I’m not sure why, but I think I find it hard to get into the character’s head and emotions and share them with the reader. I’m improving and people have told me they like my characters, but I still need to keep working to make them even better.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

Dr. Allie Parsons agrees to help at a Montana medical clinic. Luke Hawkins, her handsome new boss sends her emotions sky rocketing. He’s single with a young daughter. Threatening notes at the clinic have Allie afraid they are a warning that the doctor’s daughter could be kidnapped. Is she right? The body count is mounting. Who are they after ? And why?

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

Her strength is she is a survivor. She travels to Duster, to escape her father, be the doctor she wants to be, and build her own life. Her weakness is her relationship with her father. From childhood she wanted his approval and never got it. She has spent most of her life trying to please him.

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

Yes, I belong to the Romance Writers of America (RWA) and I belong to two of their sub chapters. I belong to Scriptscene and Kiss of Death. I love them both but Kiss of Death (KOD) has provided a lot of help for me. They provided great tours at the RWA National conference; FBI, CIA,ATF and even police where we got to practice shooting on the outdoor ranges. They have monthly writing workshops on both craft and experts in various technologies like forensics and poisons. They also offer group and one on one critiques, a BIAW several times a year and the Daphne writing contest where you’re provided with actual feedback.

Where can readers find you?

Website beverleybateman.com

Blog http://beverleybateman.blogspot.ca/  

Twitter @kelownawriter

Facebook https://facebook.com/beverleybateman.18 

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Pinterest  http://pinterest.com/okwriter 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7052567.Beverley_Bateman

http://www.amazon.com/Beverley-Bateman/e/B008M01F5E

Where can readers find your books? Print/Ebook?

They are all listed with links on my website at www.beverleybateman.com 

MISSING can be found at

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Missing-Lukes-Story-Hawkins-Ranch-ebook/dp/B00HJAN18M/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1425844764&sr=1-4&keywords=Beverley+Bateman

Kobo https://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/missing-67

Nook http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/missing-beverley-bateman/1117923790?eas=9780991874811

EXCERPT from MISSING

“For god’s sake, help me. I’m dying in here.” His knees bent up to his chest, hands clenched over his abdomen, Bobby rolled back and forth on the narrow cot.

“What’s yer problem?” A burly guard peered through the steel bars.

“My gut’s on fire. Get me the doc, now.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll call him. Stifle ‘til I get back.” The guard shuffled down the hall.

The guard returned. “The doctor’s in conference. Can you walk?”

“No way man, I can’t even stand up. The pain’s killing me.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, they’re bringing a stretcher. We’ll take you to the medical room, but you better not be faking.”

“Does this look like faking to you? I’m dying.”

The door squealed as they pushed it open

“Get me something for the pain.” Bobby yelled as they handcuffed him to the stretcher and rolled him down the hall into the small medical center.

The male nurse met them inside the reception area.

“He says his stomach is burning up, can’t even stand.” One of the guards replied.

“The doctor’s in meetings. Let’s take a look. Wheel him into the first cubicle and put him on the bed.”

The guards unlocked the handcuffs and dropped him onto the bed.

“I think I felt something burst.”

“Hang on, I’ll check it in a minute, buddy.” The middle-aged nurse patted his shoulder.

The guards handcuffed one hand to the bed post. “You need us to stay?”

“No, I can handle him. He’s one of our volunteers.” The nurse replied. “Let’s take a look at that abdomen.”

The nurse ran his hands over his stomach. “It’s definitely hard; maybe a burst appendix? You still got your appendix?”

Bobby nodded.

“I think we should get you to the hospital. I’ll be right back.”

The nurse stepped out of the room and Bobby rolled over. He wiggled his free hand under the mattress until he found the slit he’d made a few days earlier. He pulled out a shiv, a pick and an envelope and tucked them both in the back of his pants.

The nurse sauntered back into the room. “The ambulance is on its way.”

“Can’t you give me something for the pain?”

“No. They’ll give you something at the hospital once they figure out what you’ve got.”

“Then get me there quick. I can’t stand the damn pain any longer.”

“hey said they could be here in fifteen minutes.”

As the minutes ticked by he wondered how the rest of his plan would work.

The sound of wheels rolling down the hall announced the arrival of the paramedics.

“They’re here. You’ll be at the hospital in about ten minutes. Hang in there.” The nurse tucked a chart under the stretched pillow and unlocked the handcuffs.

Minutes later he was in the ambulance racing down the highway. And they’d forgotten to handcuff him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He’d practiced for weeks picking the lock on the handcuffs. He smiled as he pulled out the shiv.

Bev3eca2.Beverley Bateman is a Canadian author of several romantic suspense books. She loves traveling, good wine and a mystery. She lives with her husband and two Shiba Inu dogs among vineyards and orchards set in lake country and surrounded by mountains, beaches, swimming and skiing. She writes sitting on her deck overlooking the lake sipping a glass of Cabernet. Yes – someone has to do it.