An Interview with Patricia Ann Preston

Welcome to my blog Patricia. I hope you have a good time today.

YardSale_1a_2Tell us about yourself

You might not want to know. But here goes. I love chocolate. I get ill if I don’t have chocolate. I never miss The Walking Dead. Team Daryl Rules! I’ve always been interested in history. I’m an old soul. Love taking pictures and doing anything creative. Especially writing.

Was your road to publication a delightful stroll in the park or a tiring jog over hot coals?

Let me change the word, tiring, to painful and I’ll go with that. Or maybe that should be infuriating jog…or even laborious jog…how about nerve-wracking…I could go on all day.

Where is your favorite place to write?

In my writing cave. It is the only place where I am surrounded by all my stuff. Research books, music, plot boards, corkboard with notes pinned all over it. And, a magnolia coaster for my glass of iced tea.

Do you have a day job?

Unfortunately. The most boring place on earth. But I hope to get out of there soon or find a straightjacket on sale.

What is your favorite part of writing?

Getting lost in the story world with the characters.

What music are you listening to lately?

I listen to a lot of soundtracks. It depends on the story I’m writing. It is mostly always instrumental.

If you could switch places with one of your characters, would you?

Yeah. I’d switch places with the heroine in the book I just finished. Why? Because Elise is living in the French Quarters and she has a rugged army captain infatuated with her. Of course, living in 1814 would have its drawbacks like no shampoo, no deodorant, no penicillin.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

Wonderful! The first story I published was The Yard Sale. I had no expectations. I just wanted to see what it would be like. It turned out to provide me with one of my best writing moments ever. The first day of its release, it made the top ten in comedy and for a while, it was in the number 1 spot on Amazon’s Best Seller list in Comedy. I almost passed out!

What was the deciding factor in self-publishing your work?

I was beyond needing validation as a writer. I had already sold work and seen it print. So, I looked at it as a way to write the stories I want to write and make them available to readers. There was no publisher out there for The Yard Sale. No where to submit it. I think that is what is so great about the e-market. Stories that would have never seen the light of day have a chance to reach readers.

What advice do you have for new writers?

Work at the craft. Never stop learning or trying new things. Write what you love. This is a new era. It is the best time ever to be a writer.

What’s next?

I am in the process of having a historical romance edited and the cover designed. I hope to have it up on Amazon in January. It is one of those books with no market. It is not set in England, but rather the city of my heart, New Orleans and the title is To Save A Lady. It is Book One of the Ladies of Louisiana series.

Where can readers find you?

I have a webpage that has links to my blog and social media accounts. Go to http://www.patriciapreston.blogspot.com/. I’d love to have you follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/pat_preston and stop by my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Patricia-Preston-Author-Page/127261867330755

BIO

Patricia Preston is a Southern author who writes historical and contemporary romance as well as humorous Southern fiction. Her publishers include New Love Stories, True Romance, Affaire de Coeur, Cloverdale Press, The Blue and Gray Magazine, Sea Oats Review, and Carina Press. She won William Faulkner Award for Short Fiction, the Lone Star Writing Competition for Historical Romance, and Harlequin’s World’s Best Romances Short Story Competition. Her short stories have been best sellers on Amazon and listed on Amazon’s Top 100 in comedy. She is currently working on a historical romance series.

Thanks for having me, Cindy! I hope everyone has a terrific Thanksgiving holiday!

BLURB for YARD SALE

Looking for a quick, fun read?

Then, come on down to Clayburn, Mississippi, where Jennifer Riley is having a yard sale. She needs cash fast. She’s lost her job, her house, and her husband has run off with another woman. From Early Birds to Prince Charming, Jennifer meets a host of quirky customers, and by the close of her sale, her life has been changed forever.

Jennifer’s tips for having an extraordinary yard sale:

* Early Birds do arrive at dawn, so be ready.
* Stand up to Tightwads. How can someone ask you if you’ll take less than a quarter? Seriously.
* Show some love for Packrats because they’ll buy anything.
* Try not to make a fool of yourself when Prince Charming arrives.
* Most importantly, realize some things have a value greater than money.

Buy link for The Yard Sale: http://amzn.com/B007W7QHAQ

An Interview with Lynda Bailey

HUGE thanks to Cynthia for letting me hang out on her blog today! You gave me some tough questions. (grrr ) Hope I did them – and you – justice…

Oh! And Happy-almost-Thanksgiving to everyone! Here’s to a safe and joyous Turkey Day – without a bellyache! LOL. And to kick start the holiday season, I’m giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter.

Okay, enough stalling. On to the questions…

Xmas_Kobo_2Tell us about yourself.

I was born and raised in the Midwest (Iowa to be specific) and moved to the high, dry desert a year after graduating college. (I have a Liberal Arts degree in technical theatre.)
I now live in Reno with my awesomely supportive husband of thirty years. We’re “empty nesters” as our one and only “Man Child” moved to the L.A. area with his fiancée almost two years ago.

Have you had other careers before becoming a writer?

I’ve been a stagehand (see tech theatre above), welder, mom, janitor, substitute teacher and fitness instructor.

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

Right now all my eggs are in the author basket.

What genre(s) do you write and why?

I write mostly contemporary, erotic romance. I have one book, Wildflower, a western historical romance that’s also erotic. I write erotic romance because I like to READ erotic romance, and I stick with contemporary because I truly don’t like to do the research that goes into writing historical…I’m actually quite the lazy author…

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

I just uploaded my twelfth title to Amazon.com and B&N.com!
As far as a favorite…hmmm…that’s like asking which of your children is your fave – good thing I’ve only got one human kiddo! Guess it’s safe to say my “favorite” story is the one I’m presently working on.

What’s your current project and/or series?

I just released Xmas Unwrapped, the first in my *Holiday Hunks* anthology. I think Xmas is a fun, sexy romp. The next story in the series will be released around Valentine’s Day and will the epilogue to Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple. It’ll tied up the Deana, Grif, Vance story with a nice, neat bow – or at least I hope it will!

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

Over-all, being an indie author is great, when you’re not stressing over your sales or banging your head against the monitor because your characters are being stubborn sh*ts or spending the bulk of your day promoting only to not have your sales numbers remain frozen…
Honestly, I love my job. Yes, it’s frustrating and time-consuming and I thank the stars everyday that my hubby is as wonderful as he is – and he’s pretty darn fantastic! Being an indie author allows me to get my books out to readers and not have them collecting dust bunnies under my bed while waiting for an agent/editor’s approval…

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

I’d say that rumor can also true for traditionally published books. I’ve read books by “Big 6” publishers that are not only badly edited, but the books also have plot holes, tell verses show, head hopping – the works. It isn’t fair to lump all indie authors into the category of “shoddy editing” or “shoddy writing.” Yes, some don’t do their due diligence with their craft, but most are conscientious writers who put out some damn fine books.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Total, complete, unabashed plotter.

What do you have planned for the future?

As I said, around Valentine’s Day, 2014 I’ll release Erotic Escapades Continues… Then in June, I hope to release Shattered Trust, the first in my *Trustworthy Texas Trilogy.* This’ll be a BDSM cougar story set in Texas – a tri-vector in romance. 

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Don’t stop – don’t ever stop. Learn your craft and don’t allow anyone to stand in the way of your dream of being published.

Where can readers find you? Your books? Print/Ebook?

Readers can stop by my website, www.lyndabailey.net, check out my Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/LyndaBaileyRomanceAuthor or follow me on Twitter, https://twitter.com/authorlyndab. I also recently just set up a Pinterest account: http://www.pinterest.com/baileylynda.
All my titles are available digitally through both Amazon ( author page: http://www.amazon.com/Lynda-Bailey/e/B007UQHW9E ) and B&N. I also have five print books available through Create Space – see my Amazon page for those.

Thanks again to Cynthia for hosting me today! Remember to leave your email in your response for the chance to win the $10 gift card. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!

EXCERPT from XMAX UNWRAPPED

In a daze, Allegra watched him go.

Aftershocks buzzed her body, making her lethargic. It wasn’t until the bright hallway light slashed across her body that she realized anyone in the hall would see her sprawled on the bed. She jerk to a sitting position, crossed her arms to hold her blouse shut and stood in the attempt to look unruffled—which was the very last thing she felt at the moment. Murmured, incoherent words met her ears as she looked around the room.

There was a dresser across from the bed with a large flat screen TV on the wall above it. A table and chairs sat next to a mini-bar. On legs that were the consistency of mashed potatoes, she walked to the enormous window and looked at the city lights of downtown.

The door closed with a quiet snick. Mace placed a wine bottle on the bar, opened the mini-fridge underneath, slipping their boxed dessert inside.

He stepped toward her. “Now, where were we?”

Where indeed? She stared at the floor as warmth infused her cheeks.

“Ah…” He tucked his finger under her chin and gently tipped up her head. “We’ll have none of that.”

“None of what?”

“Of you thinking too much.” His hand dropped to his side. “Unless, of course, you’ve changed your mind.”

“You’d still be willing to let me walk away? Even now?”

“Even now.”

This man was a complete bafflement. She uncrossed her arms and took hold of his hands. The strong, comforting feel of his fingers expunged any lingering doubt. “I haven’t changed my mind.”

“Thank God.” He leaned close. His musky scent filled her senses. “I’d hate to think I ordered a box of Trojans for no reason.”

LindaEnos-011 (1)_2BIO

I’ve always loved stories, especially romances. For me the only thing better than reading a romance is writing one. That and drinking red wine while eating dark chocolate. My manuscripts have been finalists in major writing contests, including the 2010 RWA Golden Heart®.

Becoming independently published in March of 2012 was probably the single best decision I could have made regarding to my career. While my sales aren’t as fantastic as a lot of other writers, the saying is true: This is a marathon and not a sprint.

Excerpt from GNOME ON THE RANGE

Check out the great new covers for Jennifer Zane’s romantic comedies! To share the love with all my fans, Gnome On The Range is free 11/20-11/24. I love to hear from readers, so please read, review and comment!

gnome_on_the_range_72dpi_200x300_2AWARDS:
Winner- Readers’ Crown- Best Contemporary Romance
Winner- Readers’ Crown- Best First Book

Available in e-book from Amazon and All Romance eBooks
Paperbacks available just about everywhere, online.

BLURB:
Once you get the zing you can’t go back.

Jane West has everything a woman could want. A job in a small Montana town’s only adult store, two busy young boys and one dead husband. Everything except a little excitement–a little zing. But that changes one summer morning at a garage sale when her kids buy some garden gnomes.

Now someone wants those gnomes and will let nothing get in their way. Including Jane. This new excitement for Jane spells trouble for a relationship with new neighbor–and hot fireman–Ty Strickland. Can Jane and Ty handle a relationship meddling mother-in-law, crazy kids, and stay alive while trying to solve the mystery of the garden gnomes?

EXCERPT:

Gnome On The Range
RomCon 2012′s Readers Crown Award Winner for
Best Contemporary and Best First Book!
©Copyright 2011 by Jennifer Zane

Excerpt: Chapter One
“I’m not sure which one I want. I didn’t realize there were so many choices!”
The woman wasn’t on the hunt for a new car or juice boxes at the grocery store. Nope. She wanted a dildo. I called her type a Waffler. Someone who contemplated all options before even attempting to make a choice. Because of Miss Waffler, I had ten different dildo models spread out across the counter. Glass, silicone, jelly and battery powered. She needed help.
That’s where I came in. My name is Jane West and I run Goldilocks, the adult store my mother-in-law opened back in the seventies. Story goes she named it after the fairytale character when plumb_crazy_72dpi_200x300_2a mother bear and her two cubs walked down Willson right in front of the store the week before it opened. She called it fate. Or it could have been because her name is Goldie, so it made sense. I started working for her when my husband died, a temporary arrangement that helped her out. Three years later, things had turned long-term temporary.
The store was tasteful considering the offerings. The walls were a fresh white, shelves and displays just like you’d find at the typical department store. Then tasteful made way for tacky. Gold toned industrial carpet like you’d see in Vegas, a photo of a naked woman sprawled artfully across a bearskin rug over the counter. A sixties chandelier graced the meager entry. Goldie had to put her unique stamp on things somehow.
It wasn’t a big store, just one room with a storage area and bathroom in back. Whatever she didn’t have in stock—although you’d be amazed at the selection Goldie offered in such a small space—we ordered in. Montanans were patient shoppers. With few options store-wise inBozeman, most people ordered everything but the basics from the Internet. There’s one Walmart, one Target, one Old Navy. Only one of everything. In a big city, if you drove two miles you came across a repeat store. Urban sprawl at its finest. Not here, although there were two sets of Golden Arches. One in town and one off the highway for the tourists who needed a Big Mac on the way toYellowstone. The anchor store of the town’s only mall was a chain bookstore. No Nordstrom or Bass Pro Shop out here. You shopped local or you went home.
In the case of the woman in front of me, I wished she’d just go home.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked helping people and I’m comfortable talking sex toys with anyone. But this time was definitely different. Big time.
Behind Miss Waffler stood a fireman. A really attractive, tall, well muscled one wearing a Bozeman Fire T-shirt and navy pants. Can you say hot? A hot man in uniform? Yup, it was a cliché, but this one was dead-on accurate. He’d come in while I was comparing the various dildo models before I went into the perks of having rotation for best female stimulation. The first time.
“Can you explain the features of each one again?” Miss Waffler had her fingers on the edge of the glass counter as if she were afraid to touch them. Petite, she was slim to the point of anorexic. Her rough voice said smoker, at least a pack a day. Her skin was weathered, either from cigarettes or the Montana weather, and wrinkles had taken over her face. She’d be pretty if she ate something and kicked the habit.
I gave her my best fake smile. “Sure.”
I darted a glance at the fireman over the woman’s shoulder. Sandy hair trimmed military short, blue eyes, strong features. Thirties. A great smile. He seemed perfectly content to wait his turn. If the humorous glint in his eye and the way he bit his lip, most likely to keep from smiling, was any indication, he was clearly enjoying himself. A radio squawked on his belt and he turned it down. Obviously my lesson on sexual aids was more important than a five-alarm fire.
Miss Waffler was completely oblivious of, and unaffected by, the fireman. I now knew why she wanted a dildo.
I picked up a bright blue model. “This one is battery powered and vibrates. Three settings. Good for clitoral stimulation.” I put it down and picked up another. “This one is glass. No batteries, so it’s meant for penetration. The best thing about it is you can put it in the freezer or warm it and it provides a varied experience.”
The woman made some ah sounds as I gave the details. I went through all the possibilities with her one at a time. I got to the tenth and final model. “This one is obviously realistic. It’s actually molded from the erect penis of a porn star. It’s made of silicone and has suction cups on the base.”
Fireman peered over the woman’s shoulder as I suction cupped the dildo to the glass counter. Thwap.
“You can attach it to a piece of furniture if you want to keep your hands free.”
Both fireman and Miss Waffler nodded their heads as if they could picture what I was talking about.
“I’ll take that one,” she said as she pointed to number ten. The eight inch Whopper Dong.
“Good choice.”
mishief_under_the_mistletoe_72dpi_200x300_2I rang up Miss Waffler’s purchase and she happily went off to take care of business.
And there he was. Mr. Fireman. And me. And dildo display made three.
“Um…thanks for waiting.” I tucked my curly hair behind an ear.
“Sure. You learn something new every day.” He smiled. Not just with his mouth, but with his eyes. Very blue eyes.
Right there, in the middle of my mother-in-law’s sex store, dildos and all, there was a spring thaw in my libido. It had long since gone as cold as Montanain January. Who could have blamed it with all of my dead husband’s shenanigans? But right then I felt my heart rate go up, my palms sweat from nerves. The fireman didn’t seem the least bit phased by my little sex toy talk. I, on the other hand, was having a hot flash like a menopausal woman just looking at him.
“I’m Jane. What can I help you with today?” Hi, I’m Jane. I’m thirty-three. I like hiking in the mountains, cross-country skiing, I’m a Scorpio, and I want to rip that uniform off your hot body. I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts.
He laughed and held out his hand. His grip was firm, his skin warm and a little rough. “Ty. Thanks, but no toys for me.” A pager beeped. He looked at it briefly and ignored it.
“Don’t you need to answer that? A fire or something?” I asked.
“Cat up a tree,” he joked.
I laughed, and heard my nerves in it. I took a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart. It didn’t work. All it did was make me discover how good he smelled. It wasn’t heavy cologne. Soap maybe. I didn’t really care if it was deodorant. He smelled fabulous.
“Actually, it was for station two. I’m here for your fire safety inspection.” He placed papers on the counter. Had he been holding them all this time? I hadn’t noticed. For the next fifteen minutes we went over fire inspection paperwork with an elephant in the room the shape of a dildo.

Twisting Fairytales by Jessica Aspen

Please help me welcome Jessica Aspen, author of the The Dark Huntsman to my blog today. Jessica will be offering an ecopy of her book The Dark Huntsman to one lucky commentor so be sure and leave her a comment.

Hi, Cynthia, thanks for having me again! I’m excited to share The Dark Huntsman, A fantasy romance of the Black Court with your readers and to be a guest on your blog.

dark_huntsman_jessica_aspen_kindle_embed_2When I first conceived of twisting fairy tales, few people were doing it. Shows like Once Upon a Time and Grimm were far off and everything was about vampires. Much as I like vampires, I wanted to do something different, so I decided to write a story that combined all the things I love: fairy tales, tall sexy elves, and real heroines.

I say tall elves, because my elves are like those hot, strong, Tolkien elves we saw in the Lord of the Rings movies. Yes, they have pointy ears, but they are also fearsome warriors and amazing men. That’s my kind of elf! I’ve read fantasy for as long as I can remember and back in the day I read books where the land of the fae intruded on our lands. Evil crept in and with it the amazing white knights to fight it. That’s why I wanted to incorporate a fae note into my fairy tale twists.

Of course if you are going to have supernatural men who are strong and fight evil, you should have romance. And I love romance. It’s another of those genres I’ve read for years. Combine fantasy with romance and you have my favorite kind of read; hot, dark, and intriguing.

If you like fantasy romance, are willing to take a risk on an adult fairy tale, and enjoy sexy men who walk on the dark side of the knife, you’ll enjoy The Dark Huntsman. Dare to discover your imagination.

The Dark Huntsman:
A fantasy romance of the Black Court

An evil queen, a dangerous man, and a witch, tangled together in a tale of Snow White…

Desperate to save the last of her family from the murderous Faery Queen, Trina Mac Elvy weaves a spell of entrapment. But instead of a common soldier, the queen has released the Dark Huntsman, a full blooded fae with lethal powers.

Caged for treason, Logan Ni Brennan, is ready to do anything to win free of the manipulative queen, even if it includes running a last errand for her…murdering a witch. The sight of Trina, ready to fight despite the odds, gives him another option: use the witch as a chess piece, put the queen’s son on the throne, and bring down the queen forever.

As the queen slides into insanity and her closest advisor makes plans to succeed to the throne, Logan secrets Trina away in the enchanted forest and makes a decisive move in his dangerous game of manipulation. But the gaming tables of fate turn on him, and when Trina’s life is threatened he discovers he risks more than his freedom…he risks his heart.

Dare to enter Jessica Aspen’s world of steamy, fantasy romance in her new twisted fairy tale trilogy: Tales of the Black Court…

Excerpt:

Sudden light burned into Logan’s face and his eyes flinched shut. He forced his shaking arm up and hid behind it as he tried to remember where he was. Cold seeped into his aching body from the uneven stone floor. He stayed under his arm and hid from the torchlight, staggered at the realization that he was alive. Weak, wobbly, and defenseless. But alive.

A heavy hobnailed boot kicked him in the side. “Here ‘e is sir.”

He groaned and curled into a ball, peering up through long matted and tangled hair at a heavyset chuckling troll with only one working eye. “I got ‘im out of the hole yesterday, but ‘e’s still not in good shape.” Another rusty laugh came from the troll. “But I guess that’s to be expected after fifteen year’n the hole.”

Fifteen years. Had it been so long?

Logan barely heard the troll’s dissertation on oubliettes, prisoners, and rates of death. Had he been in hibernieth, the Elvetian form of stasis, for fifteen years? What had happened to his friends and family? What had happened to the prince between now and the day their world had collapsed? The day he’d been stuffed into his tiny damp prison?

He pushed up on burning arms, collapsing in a panting heap. The troll laughed and kicked him again. Logan lay on the hard stone mentally apologizing to his clan and liege for his weaknesses. He had no strength to face whatever death was to come. His fate was sealed.

“Is this the best you could do?” A sharp male voice cut into Logan’s ears, too used to the sound of silence. “He doesn’t even look like a lord, let an alone the murderous Huntsman. The queen thinks he’s a fricking miracle worker.”

“Nope. No way.” Another chuckle wheezed out. “If you send me down a healer, might be we could get ‘im fixed up by afternoon, good as new. Then the queen can do with ‘im as she likes.”

“Hmph” came from beyond the glare of the torches. Then a sigh. “All right. I’ll send someone. Fix him up.” The voice curled in disgust. “And be sure to wash him. He reeks.”

“Yes sir.” The troll dragged Logan across the floor by one arm. He hummed a tuneless something that screeched into Logan’s ears but couldn’t cover the sound of Logan’s shoulder joint popping out of place.

Pain ripped through him. He struggled to stay conscious and ignore the excruciating messages shrieking in his arm from being hauled like a sack of grain along the rough floor. The troll dropped him on the stones, paused and opened an iron bound door. Logan tried to make his stiff muscles work, managing only to scrape and bang his limbs on the doorframe as the troll seized him and shoved him into the cell. He landed hard, his face grinding into the slimy stones. Curling instinctively into a ball, he managed to protect his gut from the last hard kick of the troll’s boot landing on his dislocated shoulder. His lungs seized up, his vision went black, and his head exploded into bright white stars.

The cell door clanged shut.

He sucked in slow aching breaths as the heavy footsteps receded down the corridor and reminded himself that he’d be out soon. And then he’d face the queen.

Fifteen years in this hell hole and the bitch thought he’d bow to her wishes.

He worked at unclenching his muscles. First his fists, then his jaw. Then each sore and aching muscle until he could sit up, his left arm hanging at an awkward angle. He guessed he wasn’t as ready to die as he’d thought. His body might be in terrible shape, but his mind was still sharp. He’d do what he had to do. Kill, cheat, steal. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t crossed lines before. But this time…

This time he would take down the Faerie Queen of the Black Court. No matter the price he paid. He reached up with his right arm, got a good grip on his left triceps and pulled. The shoulder ground and popped back into place, and Logan passed out from the pain.

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Author 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, but instead spends most of her time, writing, walking the dog, and hiking in the Colorado Rockies.

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Autumn As It Morphs To Winter

Welcome Gemma! Glad to have you here today.

Thanks for having me today, Cindy!

Autumn_Masquerade_2Where does autumn end and winter begin? When all the leaves have fallen, I usually consider it winter, even if the calendar hasn’t made it to the winter solstice yet. How about you?
This is my favorite time of year, as I know it is for many people. It’s the season of reminiscence and reflection. Not only are we in the month of giving thanks for all the people and good things in our lives, but we are planning family get-togethers and wondering what gifts will give joy to our loved ones. A gift can be a very expensive trinket or a batch of homemade bath salts or favorite cookies.

At this time of year, walking or driving by a copse of trees and viewing the colors of fall as they blend in a pattern all their own, is a feast for my eyes. I can liken it to a spiritual experience. My other great delight now is the kitchen, and all the tastes and smells of autumn – pumpkins, sweet potatoes, cranberries, gingerbread and apples. I’m more inclined to bake at this time of year than any other.

What is your favorite aspect of autumn?

I thought I’d share an unusual dessert recipe I came across that works well at this time of year. Warning: it contains alcohol. I got it from an Irish American e-newsletter and have altered it slightly. It makes enough for 6 servings.

Irish Whiskey Jelly

Ingredients:
1 tbsp. unflavored gelatin
2 cups water
1 1/2 tbsp. instant coffee (if you love hazelnut coffee this works well)
4 tbsp. sugar
3 ounces Irish whiskey
Whipped cream sweetened with Stevia and with pumpkin spice added

Instructions:

In a small saucepan over medium high heat, soften gelatin in 1/2 cup of water and heat the remaining water. Stir sugar and instant coffee into the softened gelatin and keep stirring until the gelatin dissolves. Add whiskey and remove the pan from the heat. Pour evenly into small bowls or demitasse cups and chill until the blend is firm. Serve with whipped cream over top.

Christmas_Spirits (1)_2I recently wrote a holiday novella for this time of year called Autumn Masquerade. When I began planning the story I thought it would just be a Halloween story, but it quickly became clear it encompassed a theme of gratitude as well. That meant it could also be a Thanksgiving story. Once that became clear, it made a lot of sense to broaden the scope and make it a tribute to the glorious colors of foliage at this time of year. I’ve had more compliments on the cover of this story than on any other cover so far.

Here’s a little bit about Autumn Masquerade:

Anna Spencer is a smart young woman with a corporate career that is moving in the right direction. She’s also very psychic and has the gift of being able to communicate with the dead, but she learned at a very young age that she needed to hide this gift, as it brought rejection and sadness into her life, and the fear of losing those she loved. Richard Bentley, her boss, is a wealthy widow with an international chain of hotels. The burden of guilt he has carried since his wife’s death two years earlier has weighed heavily on his shoulders. Can Anna successfully hide the fact she is the exotically dressed psychic at the Autumn Masquerade ball thrown by their client? Especially since she has a message for him from his deceased wife…

If you are so inclined, please tell us what kind of personalized gifts you plan to make for your family this year.

Wishing you all the very best of the season!

GEMMA JULIANA is a multi-published author who lives in an enchanted cottage in north Texas with her handsome hero, teen son and a comical dog. She loves making new friends and hearing from readers. Exotic coffee and chocolate fuel her creativity.

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An Interview with Susan R. Hughes

Please help me welcome Susan R. Hughes to my blog today.

untitledHow did you get started writing?

As a teenager I started out writing young adult novels, but I never finished any. About 10 years ago I decided to try romance and really clicked with the genre. I wasn’t a big romance reader before but I fell in love with love stories.

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

I have a day job as an editor. I have always enjoyed helping other writers smooth out the rough spots in their work.

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

I have published eight titles and I’m working on two more. It’s hard to pick a favorite, but my first historical, Sense of Touch, stands out for me. It was the hardest to write because of the research I needed to do, but at times the words just flowed because it was so close to my heart.

Tell us about your current series/WIP.

My historical Music Box Series follows several generations of a family from the 1920s onward. Sense of Touch is the first book, followed by Someone Like You. I have two more in the works.

What inspired your latest book?

For a while I’d been thinking of writing a Christmas romance but couldn’t come up with a plot. Then I decided an idea I’d been working on about a single pregnant woman in need of a place to stay would make an ideal holiday story.

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

Generally, I first come up with a conflict – an obstacle for the couple to overcome in order to be together – then create the characters and choose a setting, and the story seems to build naturally from there.

What is your favorite part of writing?

When I have the storyline worked out and get to know the characters’ personalities and motivations, the writing starts to flow. That’s the fun part.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

The final editing stages – trying to fix all those little things I don’t quite like, proofreading, making sure it’s all perfect.

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

Join a community of writers. Feedback, advice and encouragement from fellow writers can be invaluable. Also, develop a thick skin. Some people will try to tear you down, no matter how good you are. Last but not least, believe in yourself and persevere.

A0MSboxedset800x500_2Do you prefer to read in the same genres you write in or do you avoid reading that genre? Why?

I read a lot of romance, but I like to read all genres. Good writing is enjoyable in any genre and stimulates my urge to write something new.

EXCERPT:
A Baby for Christmas

Turning her shoulders to face the TV, Paige shifted a little closer to Ryan. After a moment she settled against his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for tonight. You’ve helped me almost forget the situation I’ve gotten myself into.”

Ryan felt all the blood in his body pulse toward his right side, warming every point of contact between them. He sat very still, trying not to show either his surprise or the effect her touch had on him. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ll be settled soon, and everything will fall back into place.”

“I don’t know, Ryan. I’m starting to wonder if I did the right thing leaving Matt. I’m not used to being alone.” She titled her face up to him, her gaze open and direct as it fixed onto his. Ryan’s heart lurched hard against his breastbone. The vulnerability in her hazel eyes stirred a swell of compassion in him—as the nearness of her enticing mouth stirred something more primal.

“It’s not so bad being single,” he said. “Anyway, you won’t need to be alone for long. As soon as you’re ready to dip your toe back into the dating pool, I’m willing to bet there’ll be men lined up for miles hoping for a chance.” Without forethought he brushed a loose wisp of hair from her face, letting his fingertips linger a moment on the curve of her cheek but resisting an impulse to let his thumb trace the soft, full contours of her lips.

“Would you be in that line?” Paige asked tentatively—then winced. “Sorry, there I go again saying more than I should. I’ve put you on the spot.”

“No.” Ryan shifted his body to face her. “Paige, I think you’re beautiful, and so sweet, and to be perfectly honest I’m actually dying to kiss you right now. But you know I’m moving across the country pretty soon.”

A slow, beguiling smile curved her mouth. “I know. But you’re here now.”

Catching him by surprise, she rose to brush her lips against his. Her mouth was supple and warm, and it tasted of sweet coffee.

Any restraint Ryan had imposed on himself dissolved rapidly, and he pressed his hand to her back to urge her closer. What began as a gentle, tender kiss deepened as Paige looped her arms over his shoulders, fitting the soft curves of her body against his chest. She parted her lips, inviting his tongue to glide over hers. A low moan eased from her throat, sending a warm ripple down his spine that stoked the fire flaring in his belly.

She surprised him again by abruptly pulling away, bowing her head to hide her face. “I’m sorry. I don’t feel very well.”

Ryan blew out a breath to steady his throbbing nerves. “I thought you were better.”

“I felt fine all day. I’m just suddenly nauseous.”

“I’ll try not to take that personally,” he said, attempting a joke that fell flat.

“It’s not you.” When Paige looked up, the tears glimmering in her eyes sobered him at once. “I think it might not be a virus after all. There’s a remote possibility I could be pregnant.”

Sue (1)_2BIO:

Nothing gets my heart pumping like a good love story with absorbing emotion, plenty of passion, and an old-fashioned happy ending. That’s why I started writing romance novels, and I’m excited to share these stories with you. Set mainly in Canada, my contemporary and historical novels explore the extraordinary thrill of finding that special someone and falling head over heels in love. I hope you’ll enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them. I live in Ottawa, Ontario, with my husband and three children.

My books are available at Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Sony Reader Store and Diesel.

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An Interview with Paty Jager

Thank you for having me on your blog, Cynthia.

Laying_Claim_Cover (1)_2Giveaway
This post is part of a week-long blog tour. I love to give and you could be the winner! I will be giving away an e-copy of my Christmas novella, Christmas Redemption, to one commenter at each blog stop where there are at least ten commenters. You can find the blog tour hosts at my blog: http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com or my website: http://www.patyjager.net

Have you had other careers before becoming a writer?
Oh yes! I took the long and winding road to becoming a writer. After one year of college and before I married, I worked as: a receptionist at a doctor’s office; a waitress; I stocked shelves in the toy department at a chain store during the holidays; a sales clerk at a cosmetics counter at a chain store; and made sandwiches in a sandwich shop. After marriage, I worked as an Avon Representative and a clerk in a stationary store. Then I literally forced the editor of a local paper to read a story I wrote and I worked as a freelance reporter for the two local newspapers for a few years. Before I became a published author, I worked 10 years as a 4-H Program Assistant.

What genre(s) do you write in and why?
I tend to wander with my genres. I have historical western romance, contemporary western romance, historical paranormal romance, and action adventure romance genres published. My problem is when a really great idea strikes for a story it doesn’t always fit the genre I’m already writing. But the one constant in all my stories are cowboys/western lifestyle or Native American elements. I started out writing the historical westerns because I am intrigued by Western U.S. history. I enjoy the research writing a historical book entails. The historical paranormal came about from a conversation with an editor looking for historical paranormal and the only thing I could wrap my mind around that would be considered paranormal was Indian Spirits. That is the paranormal element in my historical paranormal trilogy. When I was moaning about historical westerns having fallen off in sales, I was dared to write a contemporary western, that’s when I ventured into that genre. The action adventure came from once again, saying something and being dared to write what I thought an action adventure should be. And stay tuned because my next genre venture is into mystery. That series will roll out in late 2014.

Tell us about your current series/WIP.
My current series is actually a follow up trilogy from a five-book series called The Halsey Brothers Series. The first five books, Marshal in Petticoats, Outlaw in Petticoats, Miner in Petticoats, Doctor in Petticoats, and Logger in Petticoats were books about the five Halsey brothers and how they found their feisty, unorthodox wives. When readers wanted more with the Halseys I decided to make a Halsey Homecoming trilogy with the three boys who entered the Halsey family via the marriages. The hero in the first book and the current release, Laying Claim, is Jeremy Duncan, the brother of Darcy Duncan the heroine in Marshal in Petticoats. Jeremy has strong feelings for the Halsey family, but as a young man he sets out for the gold fields of Alaska and the Yukon to make his fortune. Five years later he’s accumulate money through packing, and not mining, and is ready to head home. This is where the book starts. He’s ready to do one last run and head home. But a strong-willed, fragile young woman arrives in Skagway and his protective instincts kick in. He ends up agreeing to take her to the Yukon Territory to find her brother.
I enjoyed the research on this book because I’ve been to Skagway and was interested in the history of the Chilkoot and White Pass trails. Reading personal accounts of the Gold Rush and the seeing the photographs gave me a pretty good visual of what my characters had to face on their journey.

What is your next project and when will it be released?
My next project is the third book in the action adventure or Isabella Mumphrey series. Secrets of a Hopi Blue Star. This will be Isabella’s third adventure. This time she doesn’t leave the United States. Her adventure will take place in Arizona along the Mexico border. There will be unveilings of human trafficking and her own family mysteries. My goal is to release this book January 2014.

What is your favorite part of writing?
My favorite part of writing is the initial idea taking root and growing into the story I start to see forming in my mind. I call that part of the process stewing and brewing. This is before anything gets put on the paper. It’s when the characters start evolving in my mind, I do research to see where the story can go and what real things I can incorporate into the story.

What is your least favorite part of writing?
My least favorite part, but the most essential part of writing, is the revisions or second, third, fourth, fifth drafts. It’s when you have to change something or add stuff to make the story stronger and enhance the writing. I like to be done when I write the last sentence of a story, but I know most times that is just the beginning of the process.

What advice can you offer to anyone deciding to self-publish?
If you do plan to self-publish, get books on the subject and learn all the stages: writing, editing, proofing, formatting, and how to upload to the various vendors. Get a good book cover. Send your book off to critique partners, go through the editing process, and then have a proof reader do a final read through. Don’t just throw a first-draft up for sale. If you have lots of mistakes, or a poorly written book, you’ll have a harder time selling the next book. Readers want a good story that is well written and edited. Don’t lessen your chance of more sales by getting in a hurry to publish.

All self-pubbed books are rumoured to be shoddily edited. What do you say to that?
Not all self-pubbed are shoddily edited, BUT if you read the previous question the problem is there are too many writers who either think their writing doesn’t need edited, so go ahead and put it up, or pay a vanity press that doesn’t edit well, and then believe their book has been edited, or they don’t want to pay an editor, or any number of reasons a writer doesn’t get their work edited. Those are the writers who are giving all self-published authors a bad rap.

What advice can you offer readers of self-pubbed books in making a decision on what to read?
My best advice is use the ability to read the first chapter or 20% of a book before you buy. Especially, if it is an author you don’t know. When you see a book that looks interesting check their back list, see if they appear to be a seasoned author. Read some reviews. Were typos and such mentioned in the reviews? But don’t ignore a book because it is self-published. Do a little homework and then decide. If you do get a book that is poorly edited or written leave a constructive not critical review and let the author know. Chances are the 4 and 5 star reviews are from friends and relatives and the author needs to know the truth.

Do you have critique partners?
Yes, I do have critique partners. I couldn’t write without them! When I’m stuck they help me brainstorm, when a book is done they help me find the weak points and straighten out my characters if I’ve gone wrong. They help me make my book the best it can be and I do the same for their books. I’ve been lucky that I’ve had some excellent CPs over the years.

What do you have planned for the future?
My future is starting a mystery series and finishing the Halsey Homecoming trilogy.
You can also find a Christmas Short story by me in Sweetwater Springs Christmas Anthology by Debra Holland and Friends. (I’m one of the friends. 😉 )

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?
As a reader, I’ll read just about anything but thrillers and paranormal with werewolves, vampires, and demons. I don’t read or watch anything scary.

Blurb
Jeremy Duncan commits to haul one last load of supplies across the great interior of the Yukon before heading home. But, he has to trade his pack animals for sled dogs and leave Skagway in the middle of a blizzard due to one strong-willed, business-minded beauty.

Determined to find her older brother, Clara Bixbee doesn’t care how she gets across the pass, as long as she does, and soon. Hiring handsome pack guide Jeremy Duncan seems to be her best choice. Especially after she saves a young girl being beaten by the local gang leader and needs to escape Skagway fast.
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Excerpt:
“Excuse me.”

The words were spoken so quietly he almost didn’t hear them. But when he turned around, standing in the doorway was the woman who had kept him up half the night. Miss Bixbee.

“Miss.” He tipped his hat and waited.

Her gaze flicked around the building’s interior, and she walked three more feet into the building. She cleared her throat. “I’ve been discussing the prospect of procuring a guide to take me to Forty Mile with Mrs. Eiderly. She suggested you would be the least likely to knock me over the head and take my money.”

How had she said that with a straight face? Jeremy peered through the dim lighting at the woman. Cuz she was dead serious. Knowing it would only provoke the prim and proper woman, he laughed. Couldn’t help himself. The way she’d come out and said it, just tickled.

“Mr. Duncan, I don’t see anything funny about my trying to find a guide I can trust.”

“That’s not what’s funny. It’s the way you said it.” Jeremy dried the tears streaming down his face and walked closer to the woman. “Why do you need to go to Forty Mile? The gold there is starting to peter out and so are the jobs.”

“I’m not here for a job or to waste time looking for gold. I’m here to tell my brother our father has passed and the family needs him to return home and run the business.” She stood still, her intent gaze on his face.

There wasn’t a flicker of sorrow in her eyes. No, it looked more like smoldering fury. Her gloved hand gripped a black umbrella, making an indention in the middle of the fabric.

“Why didn’t you just send him a letter? Or send a male relative to collect him?”

She inhaled deep and let it out slow. “We have sent letters, but he hasn’t responded. We didn’t have a relative to send.” Her gaze flashed with annoyance. “We believe he may have moved on from Forty Mile and did not wish to send someone else on a goose chase.”

“Then why are you going there?”

“Because it is the last place we know he resided. When I arrive there, I’ll ask questions and find someone who can point me to his new claim.” Her chin pointed up at him, and she peered down her pert nose.

He laughed, this time not from merriment but from the foolhardiness of this woman. “You think you’ll get some old sourdoughs to tell you where your brother is? You’ll either end up dead or working in one of the camps as who knows what.”

PJ_Promo_shot_(232x300)_2Bio: With sixteen published books, three novellas, and an anthology, award-winning author, Paty Jager is never at a loss for story ideas and characters in her head. Her rural life in central and eastern Oregon, and interests in local history and the world around her, keeps the mystery and romance ideas flowing. She not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

You can learn more about Paty at her blog; www.patyjager.blogspot.com her website; http://www.patyjager.net or on Facebook; https://www.facebook.com/#!/paty.jager and twitter; @patyjag.

Train Travel in the Old West by Linda McLaughlin

Please help me welcome one of my SWEETWATER SPRINGS CHRISTMAS co-authors Linda McLaughlin to my blog today. Our book SWEETWATER SPRINGS CHRISTMAS will be release on November 18th.

old farm in the mountains at winterWhen I conceived the idea for The Best Present, my story in the Sweetwater Springs Christmas: A Montana Sky Short Story Anthology, I knew my story would start on a train. My character, ten-year-old Allison Harcourt, is in transit from Pittsburgh to Spokane with her parents. She doesn’t know they will soon take a side trip to Sweetwater Springs.

RESEARCH IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE WRITING PROCESS. (I’M NOT A LIBRARIAN FOR NOTHING!) SO I SET OUT TO LEARN ABOUT TRAIN TRAVEL IN THE 1890’S. SOME OF THE THINGS I LEARNED ARE:

By the time our stories take place, in 1895, the transcontinental railroad was a fait accompli. Montana had the distinction of have two railways traversing the state from east to west. The newest, the Great Northern Rail Road, traversed the northern part of the state, at times close the the Canadian border. Farther south, the Northern Pacific Railway (later the Burlington Northern) was the gateway to Yellowstone.

WE HAVE THE TRANSCONTINENTAL RAILROAD TO THANK FOR OUR PRESENT SYSTEM OF TIME ZONES. PRIOR TO 1883, ALL TIME WAS LOCAL, BASED ON THE POSITION OF THE SUN. HOWEVER, THAT MADE IT DIFFICULT TO RUN AN EFFICIENT RAILROAD. IN 1883 CONGRESS PASSED A LAW SETTING UP THE STANDARD TIME ZONES, ALLOWING THE RAILROADS TO SYNCHRONIZE TIME KEEPING THROUGHOUT THEIR ROUTES. EACH DEPOT HAD A CLOCK, AND EVERY CONDUCTOR HAD A RAILROAD WATCH, OPEN FACE WITH LARGE BLACK NUMERALS SO IT COULD BE SEEN EASILY, EVEN IN DIM LIGHT. RAILROADS PUBLISHED DETAILED SCHEDULES, AND BY GOLLY, THE TRAINS RAN ON TIME!

As an aside, I’d always wondered why some time zones were so wide and others so narrow, but when I realized it was done to accommodate the railroads, I understood why. The Central time zone is so wide because trains traveled quickly over the plains. Climbing over the Rockies and other western mountain ranges took longer, which explains why the Mountain and Pacific time zones are relatively narrow.

SOME OTHER BITS OF RAILROAD TRIVIA:

Railroads published travel brochures to attract tourists to visit scenic areas along their routes. For instance, the Northern Pacific advertised “The Wonderland Route to the Pacific Coast” to lure Eastern tourists to Yellowstone National Park. They also had their own playing cards to keep passengers amused.

FIRST CLASS CARS HAD PULLMAN COMPARTMENTS AND DINING CARS. IT WAS THE LUXURY TRAVEL OF THE DAY.

My characters travel in coach, or second class. Coach passengers packed own lunches or stopped at depot restaurants for the “20-minute gulp stop”. Passengers paid first and may or may not have finished eating before time to get back on train. Someone in the party had to keep an eye on the conductor “who, watch in hand, paced impatiently up and down the depot platform.”*

* THE COLLECTORS BOOK OF RAILROADIANA BY STANLEY L. BAKER & VIRGINIA BRAINARD KUNZ

No wonder my characters are glad to get off the train for a night, even if it means staying with the Widow Murphy, one of the most cantankerous residents of Sweetwater Springs.

THE BEST PRESENT
by Linda McLaughlin

Ten-year-old Allison Harcourt’s life has been turned upside down since her father lost his job and her beloved grandmother died. She’s not looking forward to Christmas, especially since she can’t figure out how to finish the scarf she’s making for her mother. An unexpected stop in Sweetwater Springs brings her and her parents to the boarding house of the widow Murphy. Sometimes sweet things can be found in the most unexpected places.

SWEETWATER SPRINGS CHRISTMAS: A MONTANA SKY SHORT STORY ANTHOLOGY BY DEBRA HOLLAND AND FRIENDS WILL BE RELEASED NOVEMBER 18 AT AMAZON, BUT IS AVAILABLE NOW FOR PRE-ORDER AT HTTP://AMZN.COM/B00G06W3SA>

Don’t miss our Facebook launch party on Nov. 18, from 9AM-6PM. https://www.facebook.com/events/628356887207612/

LINDA MCLAUGHLIN GREW UP WITH A LOVE OF BOOKS AND HISTORY, SO IT’S ONLY NATURAL SHE PREFERS WRITING HISTORICAL ROMANCE. SHE LOVES TRANSPORTING HER READERS INTO THE PAST WHERE HER CHARACTERS LEARN THAT, IN THE JOURNEY OF LIFE, LOVE IS THE SWEETEST REWARD.

Connect with her online at:

WEBSITE: HTTP://WWW.LINDAMCLAUGHLIN.COM
Flights of Fancy blog: http://flightsafancy.blogspot.com
FACEBOOK: HTTP://WWW.FACEBOOK.COM/LINDAMCLAUGHLINAUTHOR
Google+ https://google.com/+LindaMcLaughlin
TWITTER: @LYNDILAMONT

Getting Into The Holiday Spirit With Debora Dennis!

Hi everyone! First I want to thank Cynthia for having me here today as a guest on the blog. I know it’s only early November and Thanksgiving is still weeks away, but I’ve been deep in holiday mode since I decided to write a Christmas novella…which was at the end of August! So, here I am today, ready to spread a little holiday cheer.

MuffinsandMistletoe_200x300_2While the rest of my family spent their days jumping in pools and wearing shorts, I was sitting at my computer imagining heavy winter coats, cold mountain air, and Christmas carols. Turning up the A/C in my house helped get me in the right frame of mind too.

Muffins & Mistletoe was simply a story that spoke to me on a hot summer day and wiggled its way into my thoughts, so I let the muse have her way. I cranked up the A/C, made some hot chocolate and listened to the characters. It was only when I started baking gingerbread muffins on hot summer mornings that the kids began to question my sanity.

Such is the life of a writer on a mission, and I think most of us will go to great lengths in the name of research!

Starlight Hills is a fictional small town in the Adirondack Mountains of New York. As with any small town, this town is filled with a quirky cast of secondary characters—each with their own ideas on whether the hero and heroine should be together at all. Add in one muffin-making matchmaker to the mix and the fun began.

From the smell of Christmas cookies to fresh cuts pine, the holiday is a magical time of year for me. Everything seems to sparkle, everyone seems a little nicer, our hopes and dreams seem more within reach. My husband and I got married the week before Thanksgiving many years ago expecting every year to be filled with family and friends from mid-November through the New Year, and we’ve never been disappointed.

Those were the feelings that inspired me to write Muffins & Mistletoe. Today, in celebration of the release of my holiday novella, I’m offering an eCopy (ePub or Mobi) copy of Muffins & Mistletoe to one lucky commenter, so don’t be shy, tell me what inspires you around this time of you?

BLURB:

Welcome to Starlight Hills! Mountain views, small town charm, and one little bake shop, where romance is always on the menu.

Christmas is the best time of year to be in love in Starlight Hills. Cold nights perfect for snuggling, plenty of mistletoe to be caught kissing under, and an abundance of gingerbread muffins for sharing under the stars. But when Corinne Mackenzie turns down a proposal from the man she loves at the Thanksgiving table, it could be the worst time of year instead. Convinced the only way to fix the biggest mistake of her life is to enlist the help of the town’s resident matchmaker, she’s got a plan to make this the best Christmas ever.

After his proposal is rejected in front of family and friends, Jimmy Crane knows his only chance of surviving the holiday is to avoid the woman who stomped on his heart. The only obstacle to his plan is his matchmaking mother and Corinne’s knack for getting him under the mistletoe.

EXCERPT:

Corinne walked inside the Itty Bitty Bake Shop while Jimmy held the door open. She brushed past him and inhaled the clean smell of his soap mingling with the coffee and fresh muffins from the shop. Home. That was what it smelled like, what it felt like, to walk through a door with him on the other side. She’d always known in her heart that this man meant everything to her, that walking through any door and into his arms was all she would ever need.

Yet at that table last week she’d let her head convince her she needed more time. She’d looked over at her brother, alone and divorced after less than a year of marriage. Then she’d thought about their parents and the years of fighting after they split up when she was five. Instead of comparing their relationships to hers, she should have been looking in the eyes of the man she loved and let her heart do the thinking. What she wouldn’t give to be able to go back and do it all over again. The right way this time.

The tiny bell over the entry jingled as the bake-shop door closed behind her and forced her thoughts back to the present. She scanned the deserted shop, each table with a small potted poinsettia in the center. Soon the regular morning crowd would bring the little shop to life. She tried not to look into Jimmy’s eyes, not wanting to see the hurt she caused, but she couldn’t help herself. For a second, their gazes locked, and then he quickly turned his head. She couldn’t blame him, but she wasn’t ready to give up.

She’d hoped for a few minutes alone with his mother to go over their plan for tonight. Catching him here now was an added bonus.

She removed her gloves, shoved them in her pockets and swallowed the nervous lump in her throat, knowing she had to say something. “Thanks for letting me in. It’s freezing out there this morning.” She tugged on the red and green scarf looped around her neck as she stood there, hoping he’d stay and not rush out the door.

“Supposed to be below freezing all week, I hear.” He shrugged and reached to retrieve the bag off the table by the window where he’d left it before opening the door for her. “I guess you’re here for the gala committee meeting.”

“Yes. Perfect timing to catch a ride into town with Dalton, too.”

“Speaking of your patient brother, he’s waiting for me. I should go.” He was eager to escape, but also too polite to grab his muffins and run. No matter how angry or upset he was with anyone, his character would never allow him to be rude. It was one of the many qualities she loved about him. She’d latch on to any opportunity that might enable her to get back into his good graces. If he wanted her to run barefoot and naked out into Triangle Park and dance around the Christmas tree proclaiming she was as idiot, she’d probably do that too.

She decided not to suggest that.

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DebPhoto1.bw.2013_2BIO:
Debora Dennis is a native New Yorker and has been an avid romance reader since she first discovered Barbara Cartland on the shelves of her Junior High School library. A true believer in second chances and that it’s always the right time to fall in love, she writes spicy time travel romances. She never leaves home without her NOOK and always has a book on the table beside her bed. An eternal optimist and firm believer that love really can conquer all, every story she writes celebrates romance (and her love of chocolate…you’ll find her heroines usually share her love of the confection!)
Most days you’ll find her at the computer early in the morning and late at night with a mug of coffee and a bag of Lindt chocolate truffles keeping her sane.
Visit Debora online at:

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Who’s Afraid of the Dark? by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

Hello readers, writers, and every combination. Thanks for joining me today on Cynthia’s blog to chat about the DARK, and how darkness has always been an inspiration for writers.

TrappedInStone_400x600_2Are you afraid of the dark?
Does it scare you when the sun goes down?
How about when you turn the lights off?

Check this out: There’s even a clinical name for this fear. Achluophobia. (Fear of darkness)

This fear, even in part, is what causes an adrenaline rush and raises the hair little hairs on our arms. It also brings in big bucks to Hollywood movie and television producers with creepy supernatural based shows. And we eat it right up, don’t we? Confess, do you watch Grimm, Supernatural, Ghost Hunters, and all the rest? At least two of shows based on the supernatural?

As a child, I was afraid of the night as much as any kid is. But then a funny thing happened. My family started having a ghost story night on Halloween, where we listened to scary tales and made some up of our own. Each family member had to write one, and read theirs. And guess what happened? I started writing about darkness way back then, and about the things that go bump inside it . . . and I still do. 🙂

Did I lose that little fear of complete darkness? Heck no. But I explored that fear and became well acquainted with it. I wrote gothics and fairy tales and fantasies about roads and roadside attractions that never die. Eventually, that desire to explore flowed into writing paranormal romance and urban fantasy for New York publishers.

Next step in the process of exploration: darkness has an opposite. Light.

The difference is always blatant. It’s light or it’s dark. Black or white. A person is good, or they’re bad. Right? Good versus Evil? Heaven versus Hell. The list goes on of what we accord to darkness and light, and even includes genre markers like dark stories versus light stories . . .

I have always written two kinds of paranormal romance – dark and deep for Kensington Brava and Harlequin Nocturne (the Wolf Moons series, Vampire Moon series, etc), and light and fluffy for Dorchester, Amazon Montlake and indie (Barbie and the Beast, Veronica and the Vampire). The differences are incredibly unique to each style. But again . . . the middle ground began to fascinate me. The neither this or that.

So, I started a new series based on the grey zone between the two opposites, and what happens there. The place where two sides meet up by accident and have to deal on a plane that neither side is completely comfortable with. This is where my current inspiration thrives.

The new stuff is a series of Urban Fantasy novellas under the heading of what else but Dark vs Light.
I have two stories out so far. “Trapped in Stone” came out in September, and this month’s release is “Hot Holiday.” Both take place in the grey zone in more ways than just utilizing night and day as settings. These stories explore both sides of the coin in as many ways as possible, even the concepts of Good vs Evil, and what happens when those concepts are questioned by rebellious characters from each side who find themselves in foreign territory and conflicted.
You know . . . the dark character that has to step into the light on an assignment, or vice versa. The light character willing to sell her soul in order to help someone she loves.

Heavy stuff? Don’t you believe it. Doesn’t have to be so very angsty. My exploration is done with a neutral hand, and the result is slightly quirky urban fantasy romance.

Here’s the briefest blurb for this month’s release, “Hot Holiday,” to show you what I mean:

The Dark Side has put out a hit on Santa Claus and sent a Recruiter named Wanda to seal the deal. But Wanda has to first get past Santa’s hot, heavenly bodyguard . . .

Imagine the fun (and okay, a little soul-searching), that goes on with an outline like that. And the bliss of writing about it. I felt like I’d hit the jackpot in terms of storylines and inspiration. My Muse sag 24/7, and continues to do so, though I have other deadlines to meet before writing a third story in this series.

I’m really excited about it, and penning some Urban Fantasy, where the ending doesn’t have to be assured as an HEA, but just might end in a similar, satisfactory fashion. The possibilities are endless… and I am on it!

Well, I hope you’ll come on this exploration with me, and visit the grey zone that is not composed of fifty shades, but is gravel-grey, with splashes of color coming in from above and below. Fast-paced, good-sized novellas that might (or night not) cause a smile. But in any case, it’s fresh ground, which I believe makes these stories unique.

So ——– dark versus light? Which kind of reading do you prefer?
And are you willing to try out something different – in books, movies, and TV?

I’m here today to listen and answer questions. So please do leave a wave and let me know you were here. Communicating is what life is all about, and I’d love to meet YOU.

Oh, and by the way, one luck commenter will receive a backlist book. Win-win! An early holiday gift from me to you. After all, who doesn’t love presents!

Waving to you first . . . and waiting for you to find me.
Cheers-
Linda

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HotHoliday_400x600_2“Hot Holiday” link to Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hot-Holiday-Dark-vs-Light-ebook/dp/B00GD2LVGG/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1383320940&sr=1-2&keywords=linda+thomas+sundstrom

Excerpt: “Hot Holiday”

Cameron reached for Wanda the same instant she spread her red wings. With her back to him, she looked like a butterfly with its back ablaze.

He caught the edge of the underside of one of her wings as they beat the air, pinning her in place as she leaned over the edge of the rooftop. “Come with me,” he said.

She wriggled slightly. Her voice was throaty. “In case you don’t know it, they’ve sent backup. Maybe even a replacement.”

“I saw the thing in the hallway.”

“That was kid’s stuff.”

She whirled around, nearly tearing the wing he held onto. Her face was white and trapped in a frown. Her eyes were darkened by the starless night. “I will get Santa Claus,” she said. “It’s what I do. The only thing I do.”

He had grown increasingly warmer with her nearness. Now that he’d been intimate with her, Cameron’s temperature soared. He couldn’t have been hotter if he’d been standing on a floor heater.

Her feathers were incredibly soft, a pure tactile delight. But something else kept him riveted. Though Wanda had tried hard to hide it, he heard the faint hiccup of vulnerability in her voice. Maybe that small hint of vulnerability didn’t suit her, but it affected him. It made him wonder what was going on behind those hypnotic eyes and why this infamous Recruiter would take him on. Why hadn’t she made any real play for his client when it was obvious by her appearance at his door that that’s what she’d originally had in mind.

The black mass in the hallway had angered and upset her. The voice calling to her from the street had doubled that anger. If the Underworld had sent backup, shouldn’t she have welcomed the help?

As he observed the ongoing quiver of the wicked, colorful aura that made Wanda seem immensely touchable and fragile, he also understood that as a Recruiter, Wanda’s acting skills would necessarily be well-honed. There was a possibility that this flirty little escapade had been part of her plan to separate him from Santa, while creating an atmosphere of empathy for one of the damned.

Beautifully erotic Wanda could, at that very moment, be thinking him a sucker.