Interview with Lynn Kellan

CAG_promo_2Tell us about yourself.

Hi everyone! I’m Lynn Kellan, and I write contemporary romances about strong men who have a weakness for smart women.

 What is your writing routine like?

I write while I walk on my treadmill, and I’m usually underway by 8am. I write (and walk) until 11am, eat lunch, and work at my desk during the afternoon. By 4pm, I’m usually at one of my kid’s sporting events. Evenings are devoted to seducing my husband.

 Where can readers find you?

I’m on most social media platforms (website, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest). I’m addicted to Pinterest and Facebook, so I do spend a lot of time there. You can find all of my social media links on my website: http://forloveorfunny.com.

 Do you have critique partners?

Yes, I do! My agent suggested I join a local Romance Writers of America chapter and she urged me to join a critique group. Doing both of those things really helped improve my craft. Currently, I’m President of my local RWA chapter and I’m so very lucky to work with a wonderful group of authors who spot the goofs in my rough drafts.

 What inspired your latest book?

Shopping inspired my latest release. I stopped by a Simon Pearce store to buy a set of goblets and wandered into the factory to watch the glassblowers work. The instant I saw those talented men working with fire and molten glass, I knew I had to write a story about a sexy glassblower. There’s something very compelling about man who can take a 2500 degree lump of hot silica and turn it into a work of art.

Tell us about your hero.

Mitchell Blake and his father keep butting heads about expanding Blake Glassware, and now Mitch has to deal with his father’s consultant, Jaye Davis. She claims online marketing will boost sales, but Mitch insists broadening their product line will increase revenue. Arguing with this doe-eyed woman makes one thing perfectly clear: she has the power to shatter his safe, lonely life.

Tell us about your heroine.

Poised to become her overbearing father’s right-hand man, Jaye Davis is tired of being a faceless drone, writing software. She’d rather help real people—like the family who owns a struggling glassblowing factory nestled in northern Pennsylvania. While she’s there, she might figure out how to squash the secrets gnawing at her.

Jaye has four weeks to save Blake Glassware, but there’s no place to stay in this remote town. Every hotel room is booked for hunting season. The only available bedroom is in Mitch’s house, but living with him is risky. Can she hide her secrets from a glassblower who sees through everything?

IMG_8621What are you reading now?

I tend to read a number of books at the same time. I just finished the most recent release by Diana Gabaldon. Currently, I am reading the Game of Thrones series. Oh, and I just finished Lie of the Needle, by Cate Price, which was a wonderful cozy mystery, full of heart.

EXCERPT From Clear As Glass

She stood her ground and yelled, “Get on the sled, Mitchell Blake!”

“Nag, nag, nag. I’ll fly down the hill when I’m good and ready.” He barreled into her like any good linebacker.

“Ooph!” The world tipped upside down. Jaye hung over his shoulder like a dirty sack of rock salt. She dropped the snowballs and clawed at the back of his coat. “Put me down!”

“There must be a consultant talking, because I can’t hear a thing.”

“Your hearing was damaged by the wild stunts you pulled in college. Speaking of which, are you overcome by an urge to run naked through the snow?”

He swatted her on the rump. “Streaking can be arranged.”

“Wait. Let me get my camera. We can post the pictures on your company’s website.”

“Sales will go through the roof.”

She laughed, which came out in a piggish snort while she was upside down.

With a quick move, he flipped her upright and put her on the sled. He sat behind her and buckled his arm around her waist. “Like most things, sledding is better with two people.”

“No!” Irritation spiked. The last thing she needed was another man telling her what to do. She slapped her mittens on his big thigh and tried to push herself off, but the sled rocketed downhill, throwing a thick mist of snow into the air. Jaye screamed—surprised, annoyed, and laughing like a kid on a wild amusement ride all at once.

They gathered speed, careening toward a gully at the edge of the meadow.

Links

Website:

http://forloveorfunny.com

Book preview:

http://youtu.be/FUoZOOJFWz0

Buy links:

via website:

http://forloveorfunny.com/books

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Clear-As-Glass-Lynn-Kellan-ebook/dp/B00O0F4YBW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1412594699&sr=1-1&keywords=clear+as+glass

Paperback:

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=191&products_id=5898

Nook:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/clear-as-glass-lynn-kellan/1120609312?ean=2940150494879

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iBooks:

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Sneak Peak of Her Master Match by Sandra S. Kerns

MATCH9B600x900Thanks for having me today, Cynthia. I’m really excited about my upcoming release, Her Master Match.

This is the story of Jonathan Smitt, the ‘adopted’ brother to the Masters Men trio. Their fathers were partners and Smitty, from Last Chance for Love, helped their mom after the brothers’ father was killed.

Readers will remember that Jonathan Smitt was married when he came back to Braedon in Last Chance for Love, and had three kids. Unfortunately, a lot has happened in two years. Now he has five kids, his wife has run off, he’s unemployed, and at his wits end when Ace Masters calls. Could it be the answer to Jonathan’s prayers?

The Her in Her Master Match is Nikki Bradford. Nikki is a friend of Gina Masters. They met when Gina’s aunt put her in boarding school back east after the death of Gina’s parents. Nikki’s parents put her in boarding school rather than be bothered with raising her themselves. When she was old enough, her father tried to marry her off to a business associate. Nikki had other plans, which got her kicked out of the family. If that had meant her father would leave her alone, it would have been okay. Unfortunately, he keeps causing trouble for her clients. Nikki is visiting Gina in Colorado when Jonathan Smitt and his family arrive.

Ace, helpful as always, suggests Nikki extend her vacation and help Jonathan with the kids. He’s taken the matchmaking gene seriously since marrying Gina. Now Ace wants everyone to be as happy as they are.

Her Master Match will be out the end of February. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek at the next Masters man.

Thank you for stopping by.

Sandra

 

 

Her Master Match

Jonathan closed the door to the nursery and walked downstairs to the kitchen. After starting another pot of coffee, he’d already had two; he dropped into a chair at the table. The caffeine wasn’t helping anymore. He leaned forward, rubbing his face in his hands. Today depression had dogged his every step, but there wasn’t time to worry about the emotional mess of his life. He had five kids to take care of and a house to pack. Looking over the room it was amazing one of the kids hadn’t been hurt in the maze of boxes and furniture. Their house resembled an obstacle course.

“Dad?”

He turned his head at the concerned tone of his oldest son’s voice. Looking at the carbon copy of himself trying to look strong broke Jonathan’s heart, but he smiled and pushed himself up from the chair.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Andy leaned against the kitchen counter, his gaze following Jonathan as he walked over to the coffee maker.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

Jonathan turned to face him after pouring his coffee and stalled by taking a sip. I wish to hell I knew, was on the tip of his tongue. That wasn’t what a twelve-year-old needed to hear. Lying to his son didn’t feel right either. They’d been through hell together. Andy deserved better. Motioning for his son to join him at the table, Jonathan sat back down, too.

“I’m not sure yet. Most of this stuff will have to go in storage until I can find a place to rent.” That would be a trick. Finding a place big enough for five kids, but he couldn’t let Andy see his worry. His son was already tense enough if his stiff posture was an indication. Damn you, Mary!

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll work something out,” he said with a smile despite his internal anger with his ex-wife. “It’s late. I don’t want you falling into one of the boxes tomorrow because you’re too tired. Go get some rest and we’ll talk again in the morning.”

Andy stood, nodding. “Okay.”

Hearing the sadness in Andy’s voice, Jonathan stood and pulled him into a hug before he left the room.

“I appreciate how you’ve stepped up since,” he swallowed the lump in his throat thinking about how Mary had abandoned them. “Since your mom left. I know it hasn’t been easy. I haven’t been much help.”

Jonathan almost lost it when Andy hugged him tighter.

“You’ve been great, dad.”

With a final squeeze, Jonathan released him. “Thanks. That means a lot. I’ll be up shortly. I just want to finish a few more things down here.”

When he heard the door to Andy’s room close, Jonathan blew out a long loud breath. In the past eight months, his life had gone from uncomfortable to insane. He’d found out his pregnant wife was having an affair with one of the owners of his company. A month later, she delivered twins and left them at the hospital to run off with her lover. Jonathan had filed for divorce the next day. Unfortunately, in California he had to wait six months for it to be final. The only bright spot in the entire debacle was that she had waived her parental rights so he hadn’t had to deal with a custody battle.

The day after the divorce was final Mary and Ainsley disappeared. Two weeks later, it was obvious why.

Grabbing one of the empty boxes from the floor, he set it on a chair to pack as his mind continued its rehash of events.

Jonathan had been going back and forth with a customer regarding payments for a week. When he and one of the bookkeepers started researching the issue, they found the problem. Someone had embezzled company funds. It wasn’t from just the one account, either. Granted, Jonathan believed it was Mary’s lover, but they hadn’t been able to come up with definitive proof to verify his suspicion. The managing partner had been shocked, and devastated, but unable to cover the loss. The company soon went under leaving hundreds of people unemployed. Jonathan became a single parent with five kids and no income.

Jonathan was out of options. Having a family, no spouse, no income, and about to close on the sale of the house, they had to move.

Now.

He was startled when his cell phone rang as he reached for his coffee. Only bad news came this late at night, he thought staring at it. Can I handle more bad news? Followed by, does it matter?

In the middle of the third ring, he picked it up, turning it over to see who was calling. Ace Masters? Shit!

“What’s wrong with dad?”

“Oh, crap. Sorry, Jon” Ace said. “Nothing’s wrong with your father. Smitty’s fine, Camille’s fine. Everyone is fine. I didn’t think about the time. I’m working on a closing argument for tomorrow then Dos called.”

“Jeez, Ace, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m so used to my brothers’ crazy schedules that I forgot you have a regular job. I didn’t think before calling at this hour. However, now that I have, it begs the question, why are you up at this hour?”

Not ready to share his failures with his friend, he didn’t correct him about his job status and brushed the other off. “Too long a story for over the phone. What are you calling about if not dad?”

“Work.”

Jonathan grinned as he fell into the chair. “I think you misdialed then because I’m definitely not a lawyer.”

Ace’s laughter through the phone eased a little more of the stress from Jonathan’s shoulders. Ace and his brothers were like family. He wished he could lean on them right now, but this wasn’t their problem.

“Not legal work, the security company I started a while ago and my brothers and I have been working part-time. You know Dos moved to Florida and opened a branch for us down there, right?”

“Yeah, dad mentioned something about it. Blaze is down there, too.”

“Yes she is, so it’s just as well Dos is there to keep an eye on that one,” Ace said.

Jonathan laughed. He knew how seriously the Masters brothers took their big brother duties. They had considered him their little brother since their father’s were partners on the police force. When he was in high school, they had kept a close eye on him, but had stopped when he went away to college. However, they still hadn’t stopped trying to orchestrate their sisters’ lives.

“Yeah, I know, I’m overprotective. Sue me,” Ace said laughing. “Anyway, with two offices, we could use some help on the marketing and management of the company.”

“You could leave the DA’s office,” Jonathan suggested. He knew Ace had considered it after his wife Gina’s abduction a few years ago.

“Yeah, but can you see me in management? Really? The only reason I’ve been able to handle the management side of the business is that it’s my brothers I’m dealing with and they take my less than tactful attitude with a grain of salt. If we start hiring outsiders, I doubt they’d like my bossy management style. As to marketing, I’m sure you remember my amazing lack of artistic ability.”

Jonathan’s mind called up some reminders of Ace’s artwork. They weren’t pretty. There was also the fact Ace didn’t always think before he opened his mouth unless he was in court. Family understood and called him on it. Employees might not deal with it as well.

“Okay, but what does this have to do with me?”

“I know you’re busy with work and the family, but is there anyway you could maybe take a few days of vacation in Colorado to give me some pointers on interviewing and who to hire? Soon would be good. I’m definitely out of my comfort zone here and Tres is no better.

“Our original customers were people we knew, so a sales pitch wasn’t necessary. Hell, I started the business because several people asked Tres and me for help. The rest just kind of happened. Now, we have more business than we can handle. I know it’s a lot to ask, but you know how anal I am about doing things right. If I can’t have you, I at least want someone you consider qualified.”

A Highland Pearl by Brenda B. Taylor

AHighlandPearl_HugeStop by for a visit and leave a comment. An ebook copy of a Highland Pearl will be awarded to a commenter.

A sweet romance blossoms amidst feuding and war. With her reputation at stake after being accused of practicing witchcraft and hated as a member of a rival clan, Maidie considers leaving Clan Munro and returning to the home of her birth in Clan Cameron. Fierce battles, a tragic encounter, and a handsome clan chief compel her to make crucial decisions in this haunting romance set in the16th century Highlands of Scotland.

A Highland Pearl, is the first novel in the Highland Treasures series. The story takes place in 1508 A.D. Scotland when clan chiefs ruled the highlands. Loyalty pledged to a clan chief meant provision and protection for the clansman, but in return rents were paid to support the chief and his family and service in the chief’s army was required of each able-bodied man. Within the walls of the great castles, intrigue and mystery reigned. Clans vied for land, livestock, and power. Fighting and reiving or stealing were prevalent, yet a gentler side with passion, love, romance, family and faith permeated the life of the Highlanders. A Highland Pearl tells about all aspects of life in the Highlands of Scotland.

Excerpt from A Highland Pearl

Andrew stood. He must tell Maidie how he felt. He took her chin into his hands and looked into azure eyes. First, he kissed the tip of her nose, then a freckle on both rosy cheeks, and at last he found her mouth with fervor. Maidie wrapped her arms around his neck while he embraced her, pulling her closer. She returned his kiss much to his amazement. Her moist lips pressed firmly against his. His lips left hers, planting kisses on her eyelids, around her face, down her neck, and then on her mouth once more. She tasted sweet like heather ale and smelled of roses. His heart ached with love for the lass. How could he let her go, now that he had just found her?

He lifted his head. She sank into his chest. “I love you, Maidie. With all my heart, I love you.” He said it with little difficulty, because his heart brimmed with a deep love he had never before experienced.

“I pledge my fealty and my heart to you, Laird Andrew Munro. With all my heart I love you,” she answered with her head tucked under his chin.

He pushed away to look into her eyes. “I’ll come for you. No matter where you are.”

“I will be waiting.” Her eyes reflected the deep emotions of her heart like the black water of Cromarty Firth reflected the blue sky above.

“Come on, Munro, you’ve done enough love making. Time to get on with this exchange,” the leader of the guard commanded and nudged Andrew with his mount.

Stumbling, he released Maidie. The leader kept nudging him on. He looked back, but Maidie and Sven were surrounded by MacKenzie warriors and he could not see her. He took Briana from Colin as they walked to the grove where Gavin waited. Andrew pumped his fisted right arm into the air, calling out the Munro battle cry, “Caisteal Fàrdach A Chaoidh.” An embrace from his brother with whoops, hollers, and returns of the war cry from his warriors followed.

The mounted guard left Scara and Crag then turned back to the castle. Maidie and Sven had reached the gates. His men turned to ride back, and he watched the love of his life walk into the bailey of Castle Lach. God, take care of Maidie and the lad. Help me get her back.

BrendaAbout Brenda B. Taylor

The desire to write historical fiction has long been a passion with Brenda B. Taylor. Since elementary school, she has written stories in her spare time. Brenda earned three degrees: a BSE from Henderson State University, Arkadelphia, Arkansas; a MEd from Sam Houston State University, Huntsville, Texas; and an EdD from Texas A&M University, College Station, Texas; then worked as a teacher and administrator in the Texas Public School system. Only after retirement could she fulfill the dream of publication.

Brenda and her husband make their home in beautiful East Texas where they enjoy spending time with family and friends, traveling, and working in Bethabara Faith Ministry, Inc. She crafts stories about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people in her favorite place overlooking bird feeders, bird houses, and a variety of blooming trees and flowers. She sincerely thanks all who purchase and read her books. Her desire is that the message in each book will touch the heart of the reader as it did hers in the writing.

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An Interview with Chantilly White

Readers, Chantilly is giving away an ecopy of Snow Angel via Smashwords coupon, so leave her a comment to be in the drawing..

Snow AngelHi, Cynthia, thanks so much for having me today, and for asking such fun questions! I’m thrilled to be here.

Q: If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be, and why?

A: I grew up in California, which I loved, but my husband and I moved our family to Wisconsin in 2000, sight unseen, because we had a particular idea about what the state was like (and we’re both huge Green Bay Packer fans, so there was that, too.) I absolutely loved it there. Have you ever had that sensation of really being in “your place”? That’s how Wisconsin felt for me, like I was truly home, where I was meant to be.

Unfortunately, we seriously underestimated the cost of living there—my husband took a rather large pay cut to make the move, which we thought would be no big deal. After three years, we just weren’t making it financially, so he ended up taking another job that moved us to Washington state, where we’ve lived since 2003.

Washington is beautiful, and I have so many friends here. I would miss them terribly if we moved again, but we do talk about it. The constant rain and the frequently dreary skies still get to me sometimes, even after more than ten years. I’m not a fan of the heat, but I really miss the California sun!

My easy answer used to be that I would either move back to Wisconsin, or I’d move to Ireland, which is the only other place on earth that truly calls to me the same way Wisconsin does. I was fortunate enough to visit the Emerald Isle when I was a teenager and fell in love with it. However, it occurred to me recently that the biggest problem with moving to Ireland (other than the obvious difficulties in changing countries) is that their weather is remarkably similar to what we have in Washington! Seattle isn’t called the Emerald City for nothing. And going back to Wisconsin is no longer a favorite option, since the hubby and I are thinking about places where we’d want to retire. As much as I personally love it there, neither of us wants to deal with all the snow in the winter when we’re older.

So… Where does that leave us? If we could afford to live the way we’d like to back in California, we’d most likely go back home. The cost of living there now is so high, though, I’m not sure we’d ever be able to afford it, especially since we’d want to go to San Clemente or Laguna Beach, or maybe even somewhere on the central coast, like Morro Bay or further north to Monterey.

It’s so hard to say for sure where we’ll wind up, and the decision will be based—at least in part—on where our three kids decide to settle. Luckily, we still have plenty of time to make that decision, but we’re open to recommendations, so if anyone has one, leave it in the comments!

Q: Have you had other careers before becoming a writer?

A: Oh, yes! During my school years, I worked for various retail stores, grocery stores, a pizza restaurant, the usual places. I worked at Disneyland and Knott’s Berry Farm. I was even a travel agent for a time, and a bookkeeper for The Old Spaghetti Factory. I was on the seven-year-plan for college, as my dad likes to say, and bounced around a bit before I settled into my creative writing major.

After graduation, I did what most college grads wind up doing—I looked for pretty much anyone who would hire me, regardless of the field, so I could take home a regular paycheck. Writing jobs were thin on the ground, and I already had a husband, a three-year-old, and a house to maintain, so I wasn’t looking for a major career that would require 70+ hours a week or a lot of traveling just then. I wound up managing a furniture store in the mall.

Retail was not really my thing, and when I had my second child, I was fortunate enough to be able to stay home with both girls, and then my son when he came along. While they were young, I still dabbled in other things. I was a Shaklee distributor for a while, and my hubby and I looked into all sorts of small businesses, trying to find something we could do together or that I could do on my own while still mostly being a stay-at-home mom.

I didn’t write much during that time period. Writing, for me, requires so much of my concentration and time, I didn’t feel I could manage being a good mom to three young kids and a good writer at the same time. I know a lot of women who do it very well, and who do way more in a single day than I do in a week. They are super women! I am so not! I’m not a good multi-tasker at all, or a good juggler. Plus, I’m easily distracted, and I get bored easily, too, so if there are too many things going on, I’ll just check out and go read. LOL

When we lived in Wisconsin, I started a cheerleading business in our little town. That was my favorite business of all. I taught kids from pre-school aged through junior-high students to cheer and dance, and we performed for all sorts of city events: parades, holidays, ribbon cutting ceremonies, half-time shows at the local high school. It was wonderful, and I miss it still. I still get Christmas cards from a few of my past cheerleaders, who are now in college!

Q: Tell us about your current series/WIP.

A: My current series is the High Desert Hearts series, which is set in a highly romanticized, very fictionalized, nostalgic version of the small California town in the high desert where I finished growing up after my parents moved us there from Orange County. Pasodoro sits alongside the dry bed of the Mojave River and is as perfectly maintained as a movie set.

I never intended to set a series in the high desert, but when Snow Angel barged in my writerly door, that’s where the story demanded the series had to take place. Which is sort of funny, given Snow Angel itself doesn’t spend a lot of time there, but the other books in the series will.

The series follows the lives of the Honeywell and Carlisle families and their friends, focusing mainly on the college-aged generation. This is a small town, family-saga-style series, where everyone knows everyone else, the families are tightly intertwined, and the characters from each book will weave in and out of everyone else’s lives on a regular basis.

Snow Angel is Melinda and Jacob’s love story, a friends-to-lovers tale. Because they’re juniors in college, and have big plans for post-graduation, they’re not ready for marriage and babies just yet. But it’s entirely possible we’ll see their wedding in someone else’s book several years from the “now” of their story world.

Book two in the series, Desert Damsel, will be out in spring of 2015, and is Eddie Thomas’s story. Readers met him in Snow Angel. He’s best friends with Melinda’s cousin, Rick Carlisle, but he’s going to be on his own in dealing with the female crisis that lands in his lap, at least for the first part of the book. While Snow Angel was a more relaxed story, with a slow build of passion between Melinda and Jacob, Desert Damsel starts off with a bigger bang. I’m excited to see how Eddie handles himself with his beautiful-but-challenging damsel.

Future books in the series will feature Melinda’s brother, Zach, who is currently in Japan for work; Gabe, the race-car driving bad boy of the group; as well as many of Melinda’s cousins and their other friends in their hometown of Pasodoro.

Q: All self-pubbed books are rumored to be shoddily edited. What do you say to that?

A: I say pshaw. “All” is a big word, for all that it only has three letters. Of course there are shoddily edited self-pubbed books out there. I might even go so far as to say there are many. But I’ve seen plenty of traditionally published books with serious editing failures, as well, so I don’t think that issue is necessarily specific to self-pubbed books.

Writing is an art form. It’s individual, it’s messy, and fun, and creative, and crazy. It’s not produced from a mold that can be perfected and turned out precisely the same way over and over. Each book is very individual to its writer. Every writer has different skills, a different level of craft, a different history, more or fewer years of experience than the writer on the next stool at the bar. That’s part of what makes writing (and reading!) so fantastic. Give a roomful of writers the same plot and word-count limit, and every one of them will turn in a vastly different story.

That said, is it incumbent upon every writer to polish their work to a high sheen and to publish the best, cleanest, most error-free manuscript possible? Of course. Do they all? Obviously not.

Of course, there are books out there that are technically brilliant that I still can’t get through. The Game of Thrones series contains possibly the greatest prose I have ever read. It’s like a master class in writing fiction. Those books are beyond brilliant at every level, from the big picture stuff down to the last comma. But the stories are so dark! I felt like I needed therapy by the time I got halfway through book five, and I had to stop reading.

On the other hand, I have a new favorite indie author (I won’t name names), whose books I LOVE, but which have a lot of problems. A lot. There’s the usual crop of typos or misplaced commas, but there are also synonym and homonym errors, there’s verb tense confusion. Some sentences are completely incomprehensible. Her stories wander around, they don’t conform to the expectations of her genre, and she has no control over her cast list. I thought the main character was a single mom throughout the first book in the series, only to discover that she’s happily married and has been all along. There’s a son who has almost never been seen on the page and brothers to the main character who weren’t mentioned until about book eight. Where have they been, and what have they been doing? No clue whatsoever.

To make matters even worse, she’s loosely woven two connected series together, but with no rhyme or reason, so her timelines are all screwed up. People will show up in the main series out of the blue, with no introduction or explanation, as though they’ve been there all along and the reader should know who they are, and all about their backstory, and why they’re there now. It’s very confusing.

And I. Don’t. Care.

I so intensely love her stories and characters that I am completely willing to overlook what is, in all honesty, a mess of a book and series, just for the pleasure of spending time in the world she’s created. Will I give that same consideration to just about anyone else who puts out a book in that condition? No. But it just goes to show, story ultimately trumps all. When you find one you love to that degree, it won’t matter if the book is a technical disaster, because you’ll be so entirely hooked on the story.

As authors, however, we cannot and should not count on that level of love to hook people into our books. It’s a rare series that can survive that sort of breakdown in craft and still be so incredibly awesome that people willingly overlook it. But imagine how great her books would be if she got those problems fixed!

When people talk about indie books being poorly edited, I think a decent percentage of those complaints are for—overall—fairly small potatoes. Misplaced commas and typos are annoying, for sure, but if you really love the book, they won’t keep you from enjoying it. They haven’t kept me from enjoying the many traditionally published books I’ve read where I’ve found the exact same errors. What irks me is when indie books are unfairly held to a different standard simply because they’re indie published. To those who would impose that false standard, I’d say: Find me even a small handful of traditionally published NY books with no errors at all, then we’ll talk.

On that note… here’s an excerpt from my latest release, Snow Angel, with (hopefully) no errors!

EXCERPT ~ Snow Angel

 

“Hey,” Melinda said, breaking into his thoughts. “Where’d you go?”

“What?”

“You seem a little out of it.”

“Oh,” he said, striving for normality. “Just tired. It’s been a long day.”

“That’s for sure,” she said.

Did her eyes always have to light up like that when she smiled?

Oh, God. Yeah. He was in trouble.

“Come on, roomie.” Melinda poked his shoulder playfully. “Help me make up the beds so we can crash whenever.”

Melinda jumped to her feet and held out her hand like she’d done a million times before, though he noted the slight wince when she put her weight on her left foot.

He was slow to take her hand, wondering for possibly the first time in his life what it would feel like to hold her slender fingers in his, as though he’d never held her hand before, and worrying his palm might turn sweaty, betraying the direction of his thoughts.

“Jake? You okay?”

He’d waited too long, staring at her fingers. Making it weird. It cost him some effort, but he flashed her a big everything’s-great grin.

“Yeah, sorry,” he said. “More out of it than I realized.”

Taking her hand, Jacob let her pull him up, relief crashing over him when it felt completely normal.

Following her to the winding stairs leading to the loft, he started up after her, his eyes skimming her hair where it fell in waves over her slim back, and the sway of her—

Don’t look at her ass, don’t look at her ass, what the hell is wrong with you, don’t look at her ass!

“What’s the movie for tonight, do you know?” she asked.

Pulling his head out of the fog of lust that had momentarily swamped him, Jacob cleared his throat. Then cleared it again.

“Uh, no. One of the Bourne movies, I think.”

She reached the top of the staircase and stepped into the loft. Jacob stopped on the stairs, just for a moment, to catch his breath. He renewed his vow to fix the situation and to keep her from seeing anything strange reflected in his eyes. She never needed to know he’d gone through this… thing.

When he reached the top, she was already airing the fitted sheet over the bed closest to the balcony door. He ignored the way her dark red sweater clung to her curves as she moved. She had a really small waist for a girl with such big—

“Which one do you want?” she asked.

“This one’s fine,” he said hoarsely, indicating the bed closest to the stairs. He gave himself a mental smack.

Get off it, man.

Jacob grabbed the other set of sheets and stared hard at the mattress while Melinda talked about a job she was hoping to get next term. He hoped he answered appropriately, because he had no idea what either of them actually said.

This was going to be a long week.

END EXCERPT

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Award-winning romance author Chantilly White writes lush, emotional contemporary, historical, and paranormal romances featuring characters readers love. Her works include short stories, novellas, and full-length novels from hot and sexy to scorching. Her latest release, Snow Angel—the first book in the High Desert Hearts series—released October 31, 2014. Remember Me, a paranormal romance, will release this winter, and Desert Damsel, book two in the High Desert Hearts series, will release in spring 2015. Find Chantilly around the web:

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An Interview with Alicia Dean

EndofLonelyStreet_w9180_300_(1)If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be, and why?

I would love to live somewhere cold and snowy. Maybe Wisconsin, so I would also be near the Green Bay Packers.

Are you a full time writer or do you have a “day job”?

I have a day job as a legal assistant in a family law firm. Talk about some interesting fodder for future books. People are crazy when dealing with divorce and custody. J

Tell us about your current series/WIP

I’m really, really excited about a series I’m doing in conjunction with my friends and critique partners, Amanda McCabe, Kathy L Wheeler, and Krysta Scott. It’s called the Martini Club 4 series, and the four novellas have just come out for pre-order. Each of our stories are linked, but are stand-alone. They are Vintage Romances set in 1920s New York City, and it was such a fun project.

What is your favorite part of writing?

The joy of having my work out in the world for people to read, and the thought of possibly providing someone else with the same kind of fabulous experiences I’ve had over the years. There’s nothing quite like becoming so immersed in a story, you can’t wait to get back to it.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

When I’m stuck and I feel like the story isn’t interesting or going well.

How does your family feel about your writing career?

My sisters, nieces, and cousins are my biggest fans. My children are extremely supportive, although they don’t really read my stuff. My mother, bless her heart, is in a nursing home and has extreme memory problems, but she reads my work, then later asks us to bring her some of my books, because she sure would like to read them. J She’s currently reading my vampire novels, and that’s true love, because she can’t stand anything remotely connected to monsters or the paranormal. LOL. I am very, very blessed to have such a devoted, loving family.

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

If they are interesting, in a negative OR positive way, very likely. J I often make mental notes of actions or quirks in the people I meet and store them away for later use.

What did you want to be when you were a child? Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?

Yes, even as a child, I wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first romance at age eleven.

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

Keep writing, keep improving your craft, and don’t be afraid of constructive criticism. Develop a thick skin, because you’ll need it. Between rejections and bad reviews, your ego will be sorely battered. But, you have to remember not everyone loves the same things, and even the most successful and talented people have critics. No matter what, keep going. The only way to fail is to stop trying.

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Blurb:

 Can she let go of the past, before it destroys her future?

All Toby Lawson wanted was to go to college to pursue her dream of becoming a teacher and to be free of her alcoholic mother and the painful memories of finding her and the guy Toby loved kissing. But when her mother nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her dreams on hold and return home to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely and miserable is when she’s listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His music takes her away, helps her escape from everything wrong in her life.

Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but no matter what he says, and even though she knows her mother initiated the kiss, and that he didn’t kiss her back, she can‘t seem to get past what happened. He soon realizes that the true problem lies in Toby’s belief that she’s not good enough for him and in her fear that she will be just like her mother.

What will it take to prove to her that she deserves to be happy, and that he would give anything to be the man to make her dreams come true?

 Excerpt:

“What’s going on, Toby?” He slowly walked toward her, arms crossed, his handsome face drawn into a scowl.

“Your father is a stubborn bully, and I’m protesting.

I would think it’s pretty obvious.”

“Yes, I know what you’re doing, what I want to know is why?”

“Why? Because, he’s got no good reason to forbid us from playing rock and roll. Not only do the kids deserve to have fun at the dance, Miss Murdock—” Her throat clogged  and  she  swallowed  back  tears.  “–deserves a memorial. Your father doesn’t even care. Apparently, neither do you.”

Noah blew a breath out and rested his hands on his belt. “I do care, but this isn’t the way to go about it.”

“No? Then maybe you can tell me what is.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know exactly, but you’re causing a disturbance, and I have to stop you.”

“Stop me?” She halted and crossed her arms, the sign dangling from one hand. “Are you going to arrest me, Noah Rivers?”

He looked away, then at the ground and back up at her. “I don’t think it will come to that. Just be a good girl and head on home.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to arrest me.” She met his gaze in challenge.

His golden brown eyes flickered with uncertainty, then with resolve that should have warned her. He took the sign from her hand and looped his arm around her waist, lifting her off the ground. She was pressed against his warm, strong body, and lost her breath. Tingly sensations moved through her lower belly.

“Noah! You put me down this instant. What do you think you’re doing?”

He ignored her and carried her to his car. He opened the back door with the hand that held the sign and plopped her down on the back seat.

“You can’t do this to me.” She scrambled to get out, but he blocked her way. “I didn’t break a law.”

“We’ll come get your car tomorrow when you’ve had a chance to come to your senses. I’m not taking you to jail, I’m taking you home.”

“Then I’ll call Daisy to pick me up, and we’ll come back here and protest again.”

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, shaking his head. “Damn, stubborn…”

“That’s right. I’m not giving up, so you can either arrest me, or leave me be. You’re just like your father, thinking you can bully—”

With a growl of frustration, he took hold of her shoulders and hauled her from the car. His lips landed on hers, cutting off her gasp. He cupped a hand behind her head and pulled her to him. She went willingly, swept away in a fog of yearning.

 

Alicia_Dean_Tin_Man_Color_(2)Bio and Contact Info:

Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.

She is a freelance editor in addition to being an editor for The Wild Rose Press.

Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

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Winter Wonderlands can KILL by Nancy Lee Badger

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWith my history as an EMT and volunteer firefighter is a small New Hampshire community, SHIVER is a story that was easy to write. Living in the White Mountains of New Hampshire nears rivers, granite cliffs, hunting trails, and waterfalls, my setting just popped into my head. We have even had a few murders in the area, since the woods are a great dumping ground, so writing a thriller was a natural choice. Setting it in a town with a college similar to where I went to school was also a blast.

I was a 911 Emergency Medical Dispatcher before I ‘retired’ in order to write full time. My medical knowledge, especially about winter emergencies, has also come in handy while writing SHIVER, and I would like to share some information. Winter is upon us, and if you live where the temperature drops below freezing, these tips could help.

Let’s talk about Hypothermia, a condition in which the body’s core temperature drops below that required for normal metabolism and body functions. Symptoms include shivering and mental confusion, which I mention in my story. In severe hypothermia, there may be paradoxical undressing, where a person removes their clothing. A victim’s heart could stop, as well.

So what can you to help a victim, as my character, Jacob, helps Destiny? If possible, give the person warm drinks. In an ambulance or in a hospital setting, heat packs and warm IV fluids are used. Warm DRY clothing is important, and the victim should stay active, even if they want to lie down and sleep. If a victim goes into cardiac arrest, CPR is advised until the patient is warm. There is a saying among rescue workers that a winter weather victim is not considered dead until they are WARM AND DEAD. Morbid, but true. Is it any wonder hubby and I moved to the South?

SHIVER-medSHIVER Book Blurb

In a quirky college town surrounded by the mountains of New Hampshire new art history professor, Jacob Oliver, hikes a trail on a crisp September morning. He contemplates his life. Divorced and forced out of his job with the Boston Police due to a horrific accident, he spots a naked woman beneath a majestic waterfall. Escaping, he falls and reinjures his knee.

Destiny Blake hears a noise. Someone is on her mountain. She finds a handsome man sitting in the mud. Love blooms and lust consumes them after she helps him to the safety of her cabin. Soon, assumptions pull them apart, leaving her vulnerable to the unwanted attentions of other men.

When Jacob decides he cannot live without her, he must save her from a madman who chases her up her mountain through the cold, snowy darkness of a November night. Ghostly voices push Jacob onward, and urge Destiny to fight back. Pain, hypothermia, and death threaten before the sun rises. Can Destiny and Jacob make it off Destiny’s mountain…alive?

 An Excerpt from SHIVER

If I can’t see my stalker coming, then the jerk can’t see me.

Holding her breath, Destiny cocked her head and listened to the dark, filled with the crackling of snapping twigs amid something shuffling through dead leaves.

A light blanket of crunchy snow coated the trail, which added to the bitter cold of a moonless sky. At least a partial moon would have given her a chance to see the man chasing her. Her only advantage over her hunter was that she knew this mountain better. Every twist and turn, every rock and gorge was imprinted in her brain. This was her home, not his.

Gathering her wits, she was sure she had not yet passed her favorite waterfall. Opportunity Falls lay off a side trail, near the top, but offered no caves or overhangs in its cliffs, in which to hide.

If it wasn’t winter, she’d be able to hide inside the pool or even behind the foaming falling waters, but its water would have slowed to a trickle, and the pool was either dangerously cold or frozen over. The last thing she needed was to get any wetter.

Falling snow saturated her jeans even though she continued to brush it off. Her palms were damp from wiping snow from her bare head and face. She was freezing up fast.

 Where Can Readers Buy SHIVER?

Print ISBN-13: 978-1502558725

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMore About Nancy Lee Badger

After growing up in Huntington, New York, this Award-winning author attended college, married, and raised two sons in a small town in the shadow of the White Mountains of New Hampshire. She was an EMT and volunteer firefighter for a small NH town. After nearly a decade as an Emergency Medical Dispatcher for the State of NH 9-1-1 service, Nancy moved to North Carolina where she writes full-time. She still heads to the white Mountains each fall to volunteer at the NH Highland Games & Scottish Festival.  She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, the Celtic Heart Romance Writers, and the Triangle Area Freelancers.

 

 

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Holiday Traditions and RECLAIMED LOVE by Ramona Flightner

Thank you, Cynthia, for sharing your blog with me today!

reclaimedbold1-2While I conducted research for the books in the Banished Saga, I learned that the Christmas traditions celebrated in America today were firmly established by 1900. The Industrial Revolution and Civil War wrought enormous changes and provoked a desire for a family holiday harkening back to a simpler time.

The traditions of sending holiday cards, gifting wrapped presents, and decorating the house with holly and evergreen were common in 1900 America. Children eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus and Christmas trees had become commonplace. The trees were trimmed with increasingly elaborate decorations, including lit candles.

As I celebrate my holiday traditions of trimming the tree, mailing Christmas cards, feeling joy at the cards I receive, and singing Christmas songs, I’ve come to realize how many of these traditions began in the Victorian Era. It’s part of the reason I love research: understanding when the traditions began and why. I hope you are enjoying your favorite holiday traditions!

Ramona Flightner

RECLAIMED LOVE

Committed…

To living a life she desires with the man she loves, Clarissa Sullivan continues to teach poor, immigrant children and to agitate for the vote for women as she awaits Gabriel’s return to Boston. Will her stepmother leave her in peace or is her life about to change again in unforeseen ways?

Convinced….

Clarissa is the woman he now wants to marry, Cameron Wright renews his pursuit of her. Charming, wealthy and well-bred, he is perceived as the ideal gentleman for a blacksmith’s daughter. With Gabriel far from Boston and his return uncertain, why should Clarissa continue to reject Cameron?

 Devastated…

After his banishment from Boston, Gabriel McLeod forges a new life in a remarkable city. Will the memories of the love he shared with Clarissa sustain him?

Will Clarissa overcome deceit and treachery and reclaim her love?

An Excerpt from Reclaimed Love, Book Two in the Banished Saga

Gabriel lay on his cot rereading Clarissa’s recent letter.

December 17, 1900

My darling Gabriel,

Merry Christmas, dearest! I wish you were here to celebrate the holiday with me. We could go for long walks, warm up with hot chocolate and finish the perfect day of my imaginings with a kiss (or two!) under the mistletoe. Know that you are never far from my thoughts.

We have begun to decorate the house. There is beautiful holly this year, and I have placed it in lovely vases throughout the family parlor. I have also strung boughs of evergreen around the fireplace. The stockings have been hung, and we now await the arrival of St. Nicholas. The decorations are rather simple, but I enjoy them.

My baby sister, Melinda, will be one month old on Christmas day and gives us something more to celebrate. It is a marvel to watch her grow and change every day.

Thank you for your letters. I would be lost without them. Never fear that the sweet talkings of those present would ever cause me to forget you. I simply act as I know is expected of me, smile when I should, think my own thoughts and dream of you.

Enclosed you will find something that I labored to make for you. Hopefully you will find it useful during the next few months. My darling Gabriel, I wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May this be the last holiday that we spend apart.

Your Clarissa

If you enjoyed excerpt, below are the links  for RECLAIMED LOVE, Book Two in the Banished Saga

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img_1259crAbout Ramona Flightner:

Ramona Flightner is an avid reader, writer, and traveler. By day, she practices the healing arts as a nurse practitioner. Every other moment, she’s researching and writing her next novel. LOVE’S FIRST FLAMES, BANISHED LOVE and RECLAIMED LOVE are the first novels in her Banished Saga.

Ramona is from Missoula, Montana. She currently resides in Boston, Massachusetts. Her favorite pastimes are fly fishing the cool, clear streams of a Montana river, hiking in the mountains, and spending time with family and friends.

Connect with Ramona:

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She loves to hear from fans!

 

Why is it that ghosts are linked with Christmas? by Jessica Aspen

Why is it that ghosts are linked with Christmas? Is it because confrontGhostsofChristmasPast_432ing our past is part of the spirit of the holidays? Or is it just because we love a little spooky thrown in with the mistletoe? Personally, I’ve always loved watching Scrooge confront his own ghosts and when I looked at writing a Christmas story, ghosts are what emerged. It didn’t hurt that I write paranormal romance and have always loved ghosts, creepy music, and hauntings.

That’s why I chose to write HAUNTED HOLIDAYS, a holiday themed series about ghosts and sexy romance, combining several of my favs. And I decided to start with Christmas, one of my favorite holidays. It’s got so many things I love. Christmas trees, the warmth of fires on a chilly day, snow. I love them all and had fun making sure all of the elements of Christmas are wrapped up in Jen and Nate’s romance. With a spooky twist.

Jen MacNamara’s story is totally different from poor Mr. Scrooge’s story, but one element is the same. The past does come back to haunt her, but you’ll have to decide if it’s her past or someone else’s she’s simply re-living. Other than that, their stories are completely different. Jen’s real life becomes complicated by the entry of one Nate Pierce, her temporary landlord and a man way too good-looking for Jen to ignore. As the ghost ups the ante, things between Nate and Jen get heated.

Nate has his own past, and his own troubles and doesn’t believe in the supernatural, even though his renters think his house is haunted. Keeping the  house rented is just the beginning of his problems when the ghost decides that Jen is someone she knew from before and goes after her with a vengeance.

Do you like a little spooky thrown into your romances? What about your holidays? Do you love A CHRISTMAS STORY by Charles Dickens? Do you love the themes of redemption, or do you just love being scared?

Let me know the answer to one of these questions and I’ll send you a free e-copy of GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST.

HAPPY HAUNTED HOLIDAYS!

Jessica Aspen

 

Ghosts of Christmas Past

 Jen MacNamara flees the Christmas wedding of her best friend and cheating fiancé and runs to the country to spend the holiday alone. It’s the perfect plan, until her unexpectedly sexy neighbor and landlord, Nate Pierce, insists on bringing the holiday to her—complete with a Christmas tree, hot chocolate, and an unexpected kiss.

 And that’s not Jen’s only problem.

 The cozy country farmhouse is already occupied by something evil. Now Jen’s nights are spent wrapped in sensual dreams of a past life, and her days growing closer to Nate as they solve the mystery of the malevolent ghost that haunts not only the house, but also wants Jen dead.

 Dare to discover Jessica Aspen’s sexy, new adult, contemporary, Gothic romance, today.

 Available at:  Amazon

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 Excerpt:

Jen turned, gazing over the bare winter fields to the tangle of trees. No explanations, no obligations, no complications. For two whole weeks she could just hide here, and write.

The first genuine smile she could remember since April spread her face wide.

Then the pickup arrived.

Black, large, and full of male attitude it parked right next to her vacation house, dwarfing her small car and taking up the entire drive.

“Oh, there’s Nate now.” Mrs. Castlebury waved at the man pushing an eager black Labrador back into the cab while trying to exit the vehicle.

He got the door shut, faced them, and grinned. Dressed in New England casual of laced-up work boots, jeans, and plaid shirt under a denim jacket, Nate Pierce, striding across the snow, hand out in welcome, was a commercial for settling down. Tall. Good-looking in a rugged, works-for-a-living kind of way. And he had a dog. A big, sloppy, super-cute dog, wagging its tail and drooling on the driver’s side window.

For one impulsive moment Jen wished this was her life. She loved big dogs, the country, and secretly, men in plaid shirts, but she hadn’t had the opportunity for any of it since her dad’s death. Their daddy-daughter fishing trips, where he’d gotten to get out of his suit and she’d gotten to be free of her school uniform, had stopped cold the year she’d turned twelve.

This was the first time since then she’d ventured outside of somewhere hot and warm with a very clean, very controlled hotel. Her mom’s idea of a vacation. Of course, neither her mom nor her ex, Jason, tolerated dogs of any size. And as for living outside of the Boston city limits?

Neither of them would consider the horror.

She squashed the sudden surge of loneliness and desire for something she’d probably never have, and pasted on a smile.

Mr. Good-Looking Country Boy tramped through the snow to the porch, pushed his overlong forelock of sandy brown hair off his face, and held out a hand. “Hi, I’m Nate Pierce, your landlord.”

“My what?” She shot a quick look at Mrs. Castlebury.

“Your landlord, dear. I’m just the listing agent. Nate owns the house and he’ll see to any upkeep you need.”

“In fact, I’ll be back in an hour or so after you’ve gotten settled and bring the Christmas tree.”

“The Christmas tree?” She’d forgotten. She’d purchased the Christmas in New England package because it had been cheaper than renting by the day. “That’s not necessary,” she said, her voice chillier than she’d intended.

“I’ve already cut the tree down.” Nate’s friendly grin wavered as did his hand hovering in the air between them. “It would be a shame to waste.”

She didn’t want to be friendly with the neighbors. She wanted to hide out and recuperate. Make up her mind as to what in the world she was going to do next. But good manners won out.

Jen repressed a sigh, reached out, and slid her bare hand into his. As it disappeared into his tan callused grip, her hand seemed slim and small. He squeezed gently and a tingling warmth spread across her skin.

Hot caramel sensation slid from the connection between them, up her palm, along her arm, and through her entire body. Her hand tightened automatically, and a responding spark lit in his eyes.

Jen swallowed. Shoot! She wasn’t ready for this. She was here to lick her wounds, not some guy’s abs. And given the strength in his hand and his wide shoulders, she’d bet he had some killer abs.

She gazed up into Nate’s warm chocolate brown eyes and his face blurred. For a moment she saw another face superimposed over his. Same brown eyes, same tanned, rugged New England skin, but more boyish, broad-boned and black haired.

Every hair on her scalp tried to climb out of its slicked back, ponytailed restriction.

Then her new neighbor’s sharper, more intense features came into focus. Jen panicked and jerked her hand away. Wiping her buzzing palm on her long red wool coat she backed up, nearly running into Mrs. Castlebury.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Pardon me.” She circled around, putting the older woman between herself and Nate Pierce.

What the hell just happened?

Jen tucked her hands into the safety of her coat pockets, surreptitiously rubbing her tingling right palm along the silk inside her pocket. Trying to get rid of the strange feeling spreading along her skin and telling her pounding heart that everything was fine. That something bizarre hadn’t just happened to her. And that life was safe and normal.

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Jessica_Aspen_NanoPicAuthor Bio:

Jessica Aspen has always wanted to be spirited away to a world inhabited by elves, were-wolves and sexy men who walk on the dark side of the knife. Luckily, she’s able to explore her fantasy side and delve into new worlds by writing paranormal romance. She loves indulging in dark chocolate, reading eclectic novels, and dreaming of ocean vacations. Instead, she spends most of her time, writing, walking the dog, and hiking in the Colorado Rockies. You can find out more information and read about Jessica’s paranormal romances at http://JessicaAspen.com

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Q&A with Sara Ramsey and excerpt from Duke of Thorns

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000039_00003]Tell us about your latest release!

My latest book, Duke of Thorns, came out in November. It’s the start of a new Regency historical series (The Heiress Games), which features three female cousins who are competing for Maidenstone Abbey, a grand inheritance that only one of them can win. The first book is about Callista (Callie) Briarley, the American cousin with a secret background as a privateer. She meets her match with Gavin, the Duke of Thorington, who wants to secure her fortune for his brother – never expecting to fall in love with her himself.

What was your favorite part about writing Duke of Thorns?

I had two favorite parts. The first was learning more about privateering during the War of 1812, because I’m a huge history dork. The story is set entirely in Britain (with a prologue on the high seas), but reading about the naval history of the War of 1812 was really interesting to me.

And the second part was watching the chemistry develop between Callie and Thorington. I had more fun writing their dialogue than anything I’ve ever written before – they definitely surprised me with how witty (and sometimes warm) they could be with each other.

The Duke of Thorington was the villain in the last book of your previous series (The Earl Who Played With Fire, Muses of Mayfair #4). How did you turn him into a hero?

Sometime, somewhere, I read that every villain is the hero of his own story. Thorington was definitely a villain in Earl, and he did some despicable things. But his motives were perhaps more pure than the characters in that book imagined. It was really fun (albeit difficult and nervewracking) to figure out his character and how to redeem him without losing all the dark edges that made him such an interesting secondary character. You’ll have to tell me whether I succeeded!

 

And now, an excerpt from Duke of Thorns:

When she heard the scratching, she thought it was a rat.

“Of course there would be rats,” she muttered to herself. Lucretia had probably instructed the servants to release a plague ship’s worth of rats into the Tudor wing — it seemed like something her cousin would do.

But Callie had seen enough rats in the dockyards to be unconcerned. And anyway, it hadn’t awoken her. Despite her exhaustion, her cot wasn’t comfortable enough to lull her racing mind into sleep. Still, she turned toward the wall and tried to think of something else.

There wasn’t anything better to think of than the rat. What else should she think about? Whether her ships had been captured yet? Why Lucretia seemed to hate her? Why Thorington was so intriguing?

Definitely not Thorington. Never mind that she’d sensed him watching her throughout dinner.

Never mind that some perverse part of her wished she’d been seated next to him.

It was good that she hadn’t been. She might have tried to catch his gaze, to see if she could surprise a laugh out of him. She might have hung on his words, waiting to see whether he said something titillating. He was the most aggravating man at the party — but he was also the most interesting.

She was being a ninnyhammer. Thorington was the devil. And Ferguson had made it clear that she couldn’t win Maidenstone with him at her side.

She punched her pillow and vowed to sleep.

The scratching stopped — to be followed, a moment later, by the door handle turning. Only a servant would enter like that. “Did you bring me a warming pan, Mrs. Jennings?” she asked, still facing the wall.

Compared to the sweltering heat of Baltimore, Devonshire was frigid. But it wasn’t Mrs. Jennings who answered. “If it’s warmth you need, I might be of service.”

Thorington. His voice, dark and commanding, was already something she recognized instinctively, different as it was from all the hesitant second sons and half-grown whelps she’d met that night.

He stepped inside and shut the door before she could gather her thoughts. “Why are you here?” she asked, sitting up and pulling the covers around her.

“Still not willing to call me ‘your grace’?” he responded.

That winnowed out the pleasant feelings and brought her anger to the fore. “I’d sooner toss you into the harbor and declare independence again than do so,” she said.

He smiled. “Willful wench. Your strength might be commendable were it not set against me.”

She wasn’t frightened — in fact, if she were being honest, she was vastly intrigued — but she knew better than to encourage him. “My strength will remain set against you. Now take your leave before we’re ruined.”

Thorington placed his candle on the table and pulled the rickety chair forward. “I do not plan to ruin you at the moment. I came with a business proposition.”

Callie knew enough of the world to guess what he meant. A business proposition from a man of his status could only mean one thing. “I won’t be your mistress, no matter how much you offer.”

His frown was visible even in the shifting darkness. “I wouldn’t dishonor you like that.”

“What else would you offer?” she asked. “I can’t think of any other business between us. And Ferguson made it clear you’re not to be trusted. So you must be here to ruin me.”

Thorington sighed. “I am disappointed to find you have the morality of the middle classes. But you’re not screaming yet, so there’s that. I may be able to make an aristocrat of you after all.”

She gaped at him. Why had she wanted to sit by him at dinner? The man was mad. No, he was worse than mad. He was entirely amoral. And she was even more so — she was too wrapped up in delicious anticipation of his next move to be offended.

“Of course, I cannot make an aristocrat of you if you’re incapable of speech,” he said, examining his cuticles.

She couldn’t let him know how much he intrigued her. “I find I dislike you too much to speak to you.”

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About the author:

Sara Ramsey writes fun, feisty Regency historical romances. She has great taste in Champagne, bad taste in movies, and a penchant for tiaras. She also believes in taking naps, wearing sunglasses at night, and using Oxford commas. Sara currently lives in San Francisco, California, where she can be found drinking overly-artistic lattes and working on her next Regency historical romance. You can find out more about her books at www.sararamsey.com.

 

 

Q & A with Skye Genaro, Author of Echo Across Time

Final_Echo_Cover_200x300_72dpi__2Who did you write this book for?

I write all my teen paranormal stories with two audiences in mind:

One is the young paranormal community. There are gifted girls out there who have strong intuitive, psychic or medium abilities, but our society hasn’t readily accepted these gifts. Often times, kids hide these odd experiences in an effort to fit in.

In the Echo Saga readers see Echo evolve from a girl whose telekinesis makes her a neurotic mess, to a young woman who is a leader and positive example of personal power. She goes through some hard internal and external battles to get there, but those are the things that ultimately define her.

I also wrote Echo Across Time for girls and women who love a good paranormal story woven with romance. The teenage years are full of firsts—first loves, first big public failures, first great accomplishments. I like the backdrop that this kind of environment offers. Just being a teenager, trying to hold your own in the world, takes a lot of heart and courage. Many of my adult readers remember and relate to this time in their lives.

Is there a central theme to your series?

There is. The overall theme of the Echo Saga is personal power—how we repress it, learning to recognize it, embrace it and choosing how to use it.

When I set out to write the series I thought it would be fun to take a look at the dynamics of personal power, but through a supernatural lens. I chose to use teen characters because those years are so important in defining our individuality and identity.

Often times, I think one of two things happens when you repress and hold back who you really are. You either get sucked into someone else’s identity, like pop culture icons, or a clique, and then you sacrifice your individuality. Or the real “you” comes screaming out in unacceptable ways, such as rebellion or passive aggressive behavior. These are some of the ideas I explore in the series.

 If you could compare this book with any book or movie out there that we might already be familiar with, which book would it be and why?

I’d say Echo Across Time is best described as a cross between the book Evermore  and the movie Chronicle.

Evermore is the first book in the Immortal Series (Alysson Noel). Like Echo, the main character in Evermore deals with a paranormal gift that she does not want yet must learn to live with. And at the same time, she has to sort out the intent of a mysterious boy in her life. Is he there to help or hurt her?

Chronicle is one of my favorite movies about everyday people who suddenly are “gifted” with paranormal powers.

 

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Fall in love with the achingly beautiful story of Echo and Connor, supernaturally gifted teens, as they fight to live out their destiny together.

 Echo Across Time, Book 1 in The Echo Saga

By Skye Genaro

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Echo had it all—she lived in a mansion in the wealthiest neighborhood and was a member of the Partychicks, the elite high school clique. But her enviable life was ripped apart when a bullying incident put her in a coma. When Echo wakes up, she’s gained paranormal powers that she can’t control.

Telekinesis. Aura sensing. These abilities wreak havoc on Echo’s life, and she will do just about anything to get rid of them. Even if it means sharing her secret with Connor, the gorgeous, frightening stranger who appears out of thin air and possesses shocking supernatural abilities. He promises to teach her things beyond her wildest imagination—if Echo has the courage to trust him.

Soon, she is pulled into a world of mystical possibility and starts falling hard for the enigmatic Connor. As Echo uncovers the truth about him, she discovers a dark secret brewing within her city: people with paranormal gifts are being kidnapped and murdered. Escaping with Connor would keep Echo alive, but at a high cost to Connor and to the future they both believe in. Echo must choose between her love for Connor and her own safety, but she can’t have both.

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EXCERPT

Chapter 1

Mr. King slapped my physics test face down on my desk. I didn’t need to flip it over to know that studying had been a waste of time. I sensed, from the surge of disappointment coming off my teacher’s aura, that my grade was awful.

I kept my head down, letting my long chestnut hair fall around my face, and debated whether it was safe to look at the test result.

All around me, my classmates were having normal reactions to their grades. They winced and slumped or smiled and fist pumped. Others sat quiet and smug. I knew all of this without looking because I felt each of their emotions just as surely as if they’d blasted me with a fire hose.

“What’d you get?” Becca nudged my elbow and stuffed her test into her backpack. She’d done well, I could tell.

“I’m afraid to look.” My forehead just above my eyebrows started to tingle, and the tips of my fingers prickled. Not a good sign.

“Come on, Echo, don’t be shy,” a voice taunted me from behind. A smooth hand adorned with a diamond ring reached over my shoulder and grabbed my test.

“Back off, Raquelle,” I hissed. I tried to swat her away, but I was too slow.

Raquelle flipped the pages over. My test had so much red on it, it looked like a victim of a violent crime.

“Oooo, you got a C minus. Aren’t you a smarty,” Raquelle mocked. Her snotty laughter rippled through my aura and landed hot and sticky, on my skin.

 I wanted to make a snappy comeback, but Mr. King started talking. Instead, I lashed my arms across my chest, crossed my legs, and wished that my ability to feel other people’s auras was the worst of my problems. As my irritation rose, the air in the room grew dense.

Mr. King pulled down the projector screen and turned off the lights. Raquelle unwrapped a piece of gum and threw the crumpled wrapper at the back of my head.

I clenched my fists, and the tingling on my forehead intensified. If I squeezed my eyes closed and stayed calm, maybe I could hold this in until the end of class. Maybe if I just—

The screen at the front of the room rolled up with a loud snap. The fluorescent lights flickered, and the projector light bulb broke.

“The ghost returns!” some kid yelled.

Another kid hummed a creepy tune.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened, and more than one person had suggested that the room was haunted. It’s not, though. It’s me. Not only do I feel others’ emotions, mine cause objects to move.

I took a few deep breaths, and the room returned to normal.

“Everybody calm down,” said Mr. King.

He turned on the lights and right away, the kids around me giggled. The contents of my book bag were strewn across the floor. Notebooks, pencils, and some personal items I’d just as soon not mention, had all gotten caught in my energetic outburst.

The bell rang, and Becca helped me clean up the mess. Side by side, we don’t look much alike except we’re both small and lacking in curves. We used to raid each other’s closets before she took to wearing all black. Becca kept her fawn-colored hair short and spikey. My chestnut hair grew well past my shoulders. Her natural, year-round tan made my fair skin appear washed out.

“This room is seriously possessed,” she said.

“Right? It’s like the second time this week.” A third eruption was boiling up. I had to get out of there, soon.

“And the weird thing is this stuff always happens when you and I are in the same room,” she said.

“I accidentally kicked my bag over,” I lied as I zipped it closed. “I’ve got to pee. I’ll meet you in the lunchroom, ‘kay?”

I raced past the bathroom and out the nearest exit. I skirted around the corner and pressed my back against the brick building. Out here, under Oregon’s stormy October sky, I could relax. Wind whipped through the courtyard. Gray clouds billowed over Portland’s skyline. This was the perfect cover for what I was about to do.

The insistent buzzing that I loathed pulsed in the center of my forehead. A prickly sensation ran up the backs of my legs and spine.

“Just breathe through it,” I coached myself.

I inhaled, and let the air out slowly. Energy exploded from my aura and into the courtyard. It scattered garbage and leaves and ricocheted off the building. It upended one of the wooden benches and sent it tumbling toward the parking lot. A loud snap punctuated the air. Above me, a fresh crack cut through a window on the second floor.

My buildup had been worse than I thought. Now, though, the tension left my body and my near-constant headache was gone. The next few minutes were precious ones, when I felt like my normal self again.

Skye_Genaro_Author_photo_72dpi_2 BIO

Skye Genaro’s fascination with psychics and other gifted individuals sparked when her own clairvoyant and clairaudient abilities began to grow. As a young girl, she experienced flashes of “knowing”, but she didn’t recognize her intuitive insight until many years into adulthood.

Skye writes short stories and novels featuring characters with paranormal gifts.

Echo Across Time is currently being considered for film adaptation by three production companies.

 

Connect with Skye:

Website: http://skyegenaro.com/

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