An Interview with Debra Holland

Please help me welcome Debra Holland to my blog today. Debra is giving one lucky commentor a Smashwords coupon for her book Sower of Dreams.

sowerofdreams_750_2If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be, and why?

I’d live in Great Britain in a big old manor house. I feel an affinity for the country, as if I’ve lived many lifetimes there. Since I’d also want a sunny climate, I’d have a house in Hawaii as well. I love the ocean and being able to swim every day.

I live in Southern California and could swim in the ocean every day, but much of the year it’s too cold. And our beaches aren’t as pretty as Hawaii.

Have you had other careers before becoming a writer?

I have other careers WHILE I’m a writer.  I’m a psychotherapist and a corporate crisis/grief counselor. I also teach martial arts. However, due to the success of my books, I’ve cut back on my psychotherapy practice and the crisis counseling so I have more time to write.

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

I write in several different genres because I like reading romance, fantasy, and science fiction. So I write sweet Western historical romance, fantasy romance, and science fiction romance.

I also write nonfiction. I have a book on grief—The Essential Guide to Grief and Grieving—and am working on a book on boundary setting with difficult people.

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

I have six fiction books, one novella, and one collection of short Christmas stories. I also have one nonfiction book.

Tell us about your current series/WIP.

I’m finishing up Harvest of Dreams, which is the third book in The Gods’ Dream Trilogy. It has a lot of characters, including the heroes and heroines from the first books, and Gods and Goddesses. It’s proving to be a long and complicated (and thus frustrating) book to write. Sometimes I want to throw it out the window (which would probably destroy my laptop.) But I have fans who are eagerly waiting for the book, so I can’t give up on them. The thought of them keeps me going.

What inspired your latest book?

The Gods’ Dream Trilogy started out as a short story that I wrote to submit to Andre Norton’s Witch World anthologies. But she wasn’t doing them any more. So I changed the details of the story to make it my own world. Then I made the story into a novella, expanded it to a short book, then into a longer book, then to a trilogy. It’s the story that never stopped growing! (Still hasn’t. Harvest of Dreams is getting longer and longer…) The first book is Sower of Dreams, and Andre read it and gave me a critique. Then she endorsed the book. It was probably one of the last endorsements she gave before she died.

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

I’m writing some Montana Sky novellas with Caroline Fyffe. We’re doing a mail order bride series, and my brides go to my Western town of Sweetwater Springs, and her brides go to the towns from her books. We hope to have them out by the end of April.

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

I will read, hear, or see something that will spark an idea. Then I keep playing with it until I have characters and a story. For example, while writing Montana Sky Christmas, my collection of Christmas stories, I was on a trail run through the hills with some friends. We jogged by an elderly man, and one woman said, “That man is known for always wearing red socks.”

We ran on, and I kept thinking, red socks, red socks…perfect for a Christmas story. By the halfway point, I figured out my hero was a cowboy who always wore red socks and why. On the way back, I figured out the heroine and the plot. Sure made that four-mile run much easier when I had my mind on the story! That idea became, Red Stockings for Christmas.

Something wonderful and unexpected about self-publishing is how it has opened up my creativity. I had a long stretch where my agent couldn’t sell my novels (they weren’t sexy enough.) Discouraged, I switched to writing nonfiction. I’d get ideas for stories and think, “It takes too long to write a book that doesn’t sell.” So I’d squash the idea. Now I have so many ideas, I’ll be writing for years.

What is your typical day like?

I don’t have a typical day, although I have typical weeks. Monday, Wednesday, Friday I take a women’s fitness bootcamp in the mornings. Tuesday and Thursday, I teach karate in the mornings. I write with a friend at her house on Monday and Wednesday afternoons for two and a half hours. I see counseling clients in my office on Tuesdays until late at night. I take a nap every day because I have hypothyroidism and my brain shuts off until I rest. I’ll usually work on the books in the evening.

Of course the schedule explodes when a crisis job occurs. I drop everything to drive to the company that has had a death, accident, robbery, or anything that upsets the employees.

How does your family feel about your writing career?

I’m not married and don’t have children. The rest of my family is thrilled. My mom is my best sales person. She carries around postcards of my books and tells everyone about them.

Of course, my family is benefiting from my extra income. I have three lovely nieces, and I love taking them shopping or out for a special event like going to the theatre. I’ll be able to help with my oldest niece’s college tuition when she goes to school next year. We’ll know in a few weeks if she gets into USC, my alma mater. I can also help other family members when there is a need. What a blessing!

How much time do you spend promoting your books? What works best for you?

I do very little promotion. Sometime I’ll write a blog or guest blog. But I’ve found if I’m doing promotion, I’m not writing. I’ve also found that the very best promotion I can do is publish another book.

In the last four months, I’ve become more active on Facebook, but mostly because it’s sort of fun. 

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

Don’t give up!!! Keep learning your craft. Keep writing. Enter contests for feedback, so you can see what you still need to work on.

Rejection is very discouraging. Believe me, I have a stack of rejection letters. However, it’s a whole new world of publishing, and writers have some amazing opportunities.

My one mistake was to let discouragement stop me from writing fiction for about four years. I would have had more books to self-publish if I’d kept writing stories as well as work on the nonfiction.

I NEVER dreamed I’d have the success I do today, that I’d make a USA Today list, have a book designated by Amazon as a Top 50 Greatest Love Story, that I’d make three times as much as a writer than I do as a psychotherapist. Wow!

EXCERPT

Dream threads wrapped around Daria, tugging her away from Seagem to an unfamiliar place.

She stood on a hilly desert, gritty beige sand under her bare feet. Overhead, a yellow sun blazed in an arching azure sky. The starkness of the color dried the air from her lungs, making her lightheaded.

Daria fought the dizziness. Where is this place? What am I doing here?

She’d curbed herself of dream walking without the presence of Yadarius, ever since Indaran’s death. Somehow, her blocks must have slipped.

Trepidation, like cold fingers, clutched her stomach, chilling her in spite of the blistering heat.

She shaded her eyes with one hand, staring at the vast blueness. She wasn’t in Seagem anymore; she doubted a sky of such a hue existed anywhere on her world. Was this Yadarius’ doing? Had He sent her somewhere? For what purpose?

Turning in a small circle, she scanned her surroundings, searching for signs of the SeaGod’s presence.

Nothing. Not even a hint of brine in the parched air.

She took deep breaths, striving for calm. To break her paralysis, she forced herself to take a step. The hot sand slithered under her feet. At least being in a dream protected the soles of her feet from burning.

The act of moving freed her from the bonds of her childhood fears. I’m a woman grown. A warrior. This is an entirely different dream walk than my last meeting with Indaran. She tried to believe her words.

Trudging to the top of the hill, Daria looked around. Sand dunes ringed this barren, rocky outcropping, scarce of vegetation. A sense of purpose unfurled tendrils of knowingness. There must be a reason for her being here, and she needed to find out what.
Her ears caught a rhythmic sound, and then the scrape of a shod hoof on a stone.
More curious than apprehensive, she waited.

A rider on an ebony stallion, leading a pack mare, appeared between two ridges, The man wore a loose, light-colored garment over trews, and a head-covering that looked like a cap with a long cloth shielding the back of his neck. She noted the bow hooked close to his hand on the saddle and the fletches of what must be a quiver of arrows on his back. No sword, though.

He turned his head. A strong face, unlike any she’d ever seen. Hawk-like features. Dark skin. Penetrating brown eyes.

His gaze shot to hers, like an arrow through her heart.

Daria felt the impact and stumbled back, her hand flying to cover her chest. Beneath her palm, her heartbeat stuttered, then quickened, like a horse kicked into a canter. Warmth spread under her fingers, racing throughout her body. Her knees weakened.

The man reined in his stallion, watching her, his eyes narrowed. Slowly, he extended his hand to her, palm up, a clear invitation to come to him.

She reached out her hand.

A chain of connection forged across the distance between them.

Then she saw darkness stain the horizon behind him. A clear warning of danger swept through her othersense. She lowered her hand and backed away.

Then the dream threads unraveled. Daria slept on, dreamless.

Sower Amazon buylink: http://amzn.com/B005FA30V6

BIO

Dr._Debra_Holland_2USA Today Bestselling author Debra Holland is a three-time Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist and one time winner. She’s the author of The Montana Sky Series, sweet historical Western romance, which she self-published as ebooks. In her first year, she had 97,000 sales, made the USA Today list with Wild Montana Sky, and sold Wild Montana Sky and Starry Montana Sky to Amazon Montlake. In February of 2013, Amazon selected Starry Montana Sky as one of the Top 50 Greatest Love Stories.

Debra is also the author of The Gods’ Dream Trilogy (fantasy romance.) She has a nonfiction book, The Essential Guide to Grief and Grieving from Alpha Books (a subsidiary of Penguin).

She has a free ebooklet available on her website, http://drdebraholland.com: 58 Tips for Getting What You Want From a Difficult Conversation.

Painted Montana Sky is her latest novella.

Interview with Jill James

Please help me welcome Jill James to my blog today. Jill has a new book, Love in the Time of Zombies, coming out soon and you get to see the cover here first. Also, Jill will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one lucky commentor, so be sure to leave a comment to be entered to win.

LoveintheTimeofZombies_500x750_2Tell us about yourself. I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. In the fifth grade we were given titles and had to write short stories. I still remember The Runaway Chevrolet and The Peanut Butter Airplane. LOL I hope my titles are a little better these days. I write under the pseudonym, Jill James because my husband is a cop and we like to protect our safety. I live in beautiful Northern California with my husband, two grown children with significant others, and one Brainy Grandson.

Have you had other careers before becoming a writer? Yes, I was a junior accountant with a tax firm and Accounts Receivable with a trucking company until I was rescued by my future husband to be a stay-at-home mom, wife, and writer.

What genre(s) do you write in and why? I have learned to never say never in regards to my writing. I used to say I would never write contemporary romance. Oops! I have a novel and a series in that subgenre. I used to say I would never write in first person. Oops again! I’m writing an urban fantasy in first person right now. I write contemporary and paranormal romance. It will probably always be romance, my favorite. I’m a sap for a happily ever after.

How many books have you written? Do you have a favorite? I have five published books. 1 almost at the publishing stage. And one under the bed never to be seen completed manuscript. My favorite is Dangerous Shift. That is truly the book of my heart. It wrote itself. I wrote 50,000 of its 76,000 words in two weeks.

Tell us about your current series/WIP. My current WIP is a soon to be published urban fantasy; Love in the Time of Zombies. Emily Gray is a rich, neglected wife in San Francisco until the day the Z virus took away all she knew and loved. She discovers her purpose, her power, her strength in the days that follow. She also learns of what love really is with Seth Ripley, a truck-driving poet. Love in the Time of Zombies should be out by the end of March.

What inspired your latest book? I’ve been on a zombie reading/watching kick for about 18 months. I seen good and I’ve seen bad. I believe if you can have zombies after your flesh, baddies after your limited resources, and living with just your wits and skills, and you can find love, how hard can it be in the normal world. Your own someone special is out there, go find them.

Where do you get the ideas for your stories? Most of my stories start as dreams. My dreams are mostly like films that run all night long. When I wake up I have a whole story ready to be on paper or computer screen, as it may be.

How has your experience with self-publishing been? As a whole, it has been great. I love getting the book covers I want, writing the story the way I want it told, and knowing that I have control of my future.

author_avator_2What advice do you have for other authors wanting to self-publish? It will be a roller-coaster ride. Some days you will dance with happiness over 1 sale and some days you will bang head to desk because of some mix-up that made your book unavailable during a massive promotion.

What was the hardest thing you’ve found in the process of self-publishing? What was the easiest part of self-publishing? The hardest part has been making my own deadlines. It is too easy to say “Oh, I’ll just add another week, even though I told everyone it would be out this week.” The easiest part has been learning formatting (I do my own. Print and eBook). It started out hard but I did computer programming in college and although none of those programs are used any longer, the skills are still there.

What advice can you offer to anyone deciding to self-publish? Learn. Learn. Learn. Listen to anyone who is already doing it. Try doing it yourself. Learn what you can and can not do. Learn what you want and don’t want to do.

How likely are people you meet to end up in your next book? Very likely. I will use friends’ last names or first if I really like the name, but not their personalities. I will use conversations I overhear at Panera Bread or Starbuck’s where I write. If you tell me a funny story, be warned: it could end up in a book.

What is most difficult for you to write? Characters, conflict or emotions? Why? Hands down, conflict. I live in a family with an abundance of alpha males. I hate conflict. So it is really hard for me to add that element to my stories. I have to really work to have conflict and to resolve it realistically. Because my answer is to cry and walk away. 🙂

Are you a plotter or a pantser? A total anal-retentive, plotlines, plotting charts, white boards, index cards, plotter. The more, the better.

How far do you plan ahead? I usually plot out the planned books for the coming years. It can change from time to time if some opportunity comes up. But toward the end of one year I will plan the next.

Website: http://www.jilljameswrites.com
Blog: http://jilljames.wordpress.com/blog
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/jill_james
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Jill.James.author

An Interview with Terry Blain

Please help me welcome Terry Blain to my blog today. Terry is generously giving a $10 Amazon ebook certificate to one lucky commentor, so be sure and leave a comment to be entered into the drawing.

full-sarahs-cowboy_2What is your favorite part of writing?

The best part of writing? When you feel the story coming together, you really know your characters, and the story seems easy to write. I like writing the first draft, but I do a lot of character studies and storyboarding/plotting before I start the ms.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Actually getting my butt in the chair and my fingers on the key board. I really like the writing process once I get there, but getting there? Just getting started each day can be a pain. I remember when I first started writing, one of the published authors said she knew she was avoiding getting started when she decided to pluck her eyebrows instead. So guess it not such an odd thing to have getting started the hardest part. Weird, huh?

What does your space look like?

I have an office and when I sold my first book, I bought a desk and several book cases. I don’t have a view from my office (so I don’t spend time looking and not writing). I’m surrounded by books, a big shelf of romance, several book cases full of research books for stories I’ve written and for stories I’d like to write. Collages for the historicals, and a bulletin board with anything I find interesting. Of course the computer and printer. Sorta an organized clutter.

What are you currently working on?

I’m currently working on another contemporary western.

Do you have any rejection stories to share?

My first rejection was for a historical romance (later published as Kentucky Green). The editor said “Your writing took me to another time and another place, I found you hero and heroine realistic and sympathic,” (and by this time I’m hearing the ‘but’ coming) so the editor continued “I took it to the senior editor (another ‘but’ coming?) and the senior editor liked it”, BUT (knew it was coming) “Marketing said ‘no’”’ as Kentucky Green is set in 1794, and marketing didn’t know what to do with it.
So I did write down the good things she said – to remind me that I should keep writing. Then the next historical ms. (Colorado Silver, Colorado Gold set in 1880s) I wrote was in a more ‘market friendly’ era. There is something to learn from every rejection, so now I write in both historical and contemporary setting.

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

My local San Diego chapter of RWA has been a big help and I’ve been a member for over twenty years. Those early years gave me a foundation in craft through workshops as well information on the business of writing. The actual writing, learning the craft came from my critique groups. In my first one, none of us were published, but we wrote and the critiqued each other every week. Then one of our long time published authors gave an eight week workshop attended by ten to twelve of us. Out of that class, we formed a new critique group, at that time all of us unpublished. Now that we’re all published, we morphed into a plotting group – which is where the New Year’s Eve Club novellas came from. If you’re in the right critique group, you’ve got the best learning tool and the best support group you can have.

Tell us a little about yourself and your latest book

I was fortunate enough to grow up in a large Midwestern family with a rich oral tradition hearing stories of ancestor s adventures with Indians, wild life, weather and frontier life in general. This gave me a love history leading to a BA and MA in History and teaching American History and Western Civilization at the community college. So the first books I wrote were historical. However, my latest novella, Sarah’s Cowboy, is a contemporary romance, part of The New Year’s Eve Club.

What inspired your latest book?

Remember when you were young and single and had an idea of that perfect guy you were looking for? Then life happens. The idea for The New Year’s Club series came from a friend of Jill’s and Teresa suggested we do a series of novellas. Our brainstorming/plotting group gets together one or two times a year to work on individual stories, but last year on one of our weekends we plotted all five stories, making sure they mashed and how they would overlap while keeping each story unique. My novella, Sarah’s Cowboy is about a practical school teacher who decides she wants a little adventure. She gets more than she bargained for when she falls for a stuntman on a western film set.

Pub_photo_wKG_2BIO

Terry Irene Blain was lucky enough to grow up in a large Midwestern family with a rich oral tradition. As a child she heard stories of ancestors’ adventures with Indians, wildlife, weather and frontier life in general, so she naturally gravitated to the study of history and completed a BA and MA then taught the subject at the college level. Married to a sailor, now retired, she’s had the chance to live in various parts of the United States as well as travel to foreign places such as Hong Kong, Australia, England and Scotland. She currently writes historical and contemporary romance novels set in the American West.

This novella, Sarah’s Cowboy is part of The New Year’s Eve Club series, https://www.facebook.com/TheNewYearsEveClub

An Interview with Devon Ellington

Please help me welcome Devon Ellington to my blog today. She will be giving away a copy of the book, and also a copy of her short romantic comedy/fantasy “Just Jump in and Fly” (under the Ava Dunne name). So be sure and leave her a comment.

Tell us about your current series.
Old-FashionedDetectiveWork_HiRes_2The book releasing today is OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK, the second Jain Lazarus Adventure. HEX-BREAKER, the first book in the series, introduced Jain Lazarus, a hex breaker, who arrives on the set of an indie film to help out some friends having a problem with odd things happening. As the events escalate, Wyatt East, a local detective, steps in. When Jain decapitates a marauding zombie — who used to be a crew member — things get tense between them, but their attraction to each other and affinity for each other just keep growing.

OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK is told from Wyatt’s POV. It takes place a few months after HEX BREAKER, and the events of the short stories “The Possession of Nattie Filmore” and “First Feet” happen in between the two books. Jain disappears after a romantic weekend away with Wyatt, and he becomes the prime suspect in her disappearance — especially since he was the prime suspect in his family’s deaths years before. In spite of that, one of Jain’s employers hires Wyatt to bypass the paranormal investigative techniques that haven’t found her, and locate her via good, old-fashioned detective work. Along the way there are shape-shifting wolf and coyote packs, a pair of paranormally talented runaways teens, a cantankerous mermaid, and we find out a lot more about both their pasts.

Billy Root, who was a minor character in HEX BREAKER and turned out to be fan favorite with his own fan base (and now, his own blog), is not in this book, but the third book in the series, CRAVE THE HUNT, is mostly from his POV, so his fans have something to look forward to!

How likely are people you meet to end up in your next book?
I often joke that people who annoy me wind up meeting interesting ends in my books! 😉 Seriously, though, as a writer, everything we experience on any level is inspiration, so anyone who crosses our path fits the bill. However, when I do my job properly as a writer, the character evolves away from the inspiration and becomes a unique individual. By the time the book is done, there’s very little of the original person left, and the character is viable on his/her own.

Do you prefer to read in the same genres you write in or do you avoid reading that genre? Why?
I write in several genres. When I’m working on, say, urban fantasy, I read in mystery or non-fiction. If I’m writing a mystery, I’ll read fantasy. I prefer not to read in the genre I’m writing in at the moment. I like to be able to step away from the work and take a breath by reading. Since I’m a paid reviewer, that doesn’t always work — I have to read what I’m assigned. But I like to read as kind of a palette cleanser, so the reading and the writing genres are separate.

I like to read outstanding authors across genre lines and break down how they use structure, revealing character detail, etc., because one never stops learning, and one always strives to make the next book better than the previous one.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?
Sit your butt in that chair every day and write. Don’t make excuses. There’s no such thing as “no time to write”. If you have “no time” to write, it means you don’t WANT to write. Writing is a choice. Not writing is a choice. Both have consequences, and you are responsible for either choice.

Do you or have you belonged to a writing organization? Which one? Have the helped you with your writing? How?
I’ve belonged to several organizations over the years, some useful, some not. For me, the most life-changing is PEN — the international work they do to make the world a better place is amazing, and their World Voices Festival has changed my life for the better every time I’ve attended. As writers, it is our responsibility to entertain and to sow the seeds of positive change. In other countries, the power of the word is either revered or feared, and there are huge consequences to using words. We need to remember and honor that. Genre fiction is a wonderful place to explore social issues and imbalances, when it’s done well.

I was recently named to the Board of Directors of one of my other favorite organizations, the Cape Cod Writers Center. That’s a truly amazing place, and the way it supports and encourages writers at all stages of their careers is really beautiful. I’m excited to be a part of their growth. Their August conference is the best I’ve ever attended.

A good writing organization will offer a supportive environment that gives tough love when necessary, but doesn’t leave any participant as though they’re not “enough” of anything. A good organization has networking and promotional opportunities, but more than that, the best organizations show you new ways to view the world and communicate it effectively to your readership. They encourage growth in community.

What is your writing routine like?
Every day is different, thank goodness, or I’d be in a different line of work!

Mornings are fairly regulated. Up early, yoga, meditation, feed the cats, make the coffee, write my first 1000 words of the day. After that, I blog, check email, and switch back and forth on the contracted, deadlined projects, and work with my students. Since I make my living writing — it IS my day job — I can’t afford, on any level, not to show up and do the work every day, just like anyone else with a job. I’m lucky that I love my job.

I usually run errands and/or have client meetings in the late morning, early afternoon, then go back and do another writing or editing session in the afternoon. I’m getting better about logging off at a reasonable hour and keeping evenings for families and friends.

Of course, if there’s a tight deadline, you do whatever it takes to get it done. If it means getting up earlier or pulling an all-nighter, that’s what you do. I try to stay on top of everything so those are rare, but sometimes several good opportunities land in your lap at once, and you can’t drop any of the balls. So, I’m tired for a few days. But it’s all worth it in the end.

What’s next for you?
Working on the third book in the Jain Lazarus series, CRAVE THE HUNT. HEX BREAKER, the first book, was entirely from Jain’s POV. OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK, the second book in the series that released today, is in Wyatt’s POV. CRAVE THE HUNT alternates between Billy’s POV and Jain’s. The fourth book in the series, LOVE AND FURY, will either be entirely in Jain’s POV, or alternate Jain and Wyatt. I’m also working on an aviation mystery set in the 1940s, and a mystery set in a marine life hospital. I work with the National Marine Life Center in Buzzards Bay, and they’re so inspiring I wanted to set something in that environment. I’ve got several short pieces out under various names, and a couple of novels out in the pipeline — I’ll be sure to let you know what hits and where it lands!

Bio:
Devon_Ellington_icon_2Devon Ellington is a full-time writer, who publishes under a half a dozen names in both fiction and non-fiction, and teaches writing all over the world. Her Jain Lazarus Adventures are handled by Solstice Publishing (http://hexbreaker.devonellingtonwork.com) and her romantic suspense novel, ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT (as Annabel Aidan) is out with Champagne Books. “Sea Diamond”, featuring Fiona Steele, is included in the DEATH SPARKLES anthology, released in Fall 2012. She’s published hundreds of stories, articles, speeches, and scripts throughout her career. Visit her blog on the writing life, Ink in My Coffee (http://devonellington.wordpress.com) and her website, http://www.devonellingtonwork.com.

OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK
A Jain Lazarus Adventure
By Devon Ellington

Detective Wyatt East finds himself the primary suspect when hex breaker Jain Lazarus disappears after their romantic weekend in Vermont. In spite of the suspicions, Jain’s boss, Maitland Stiles, hires Wyatt to track her down, forcing him to face aspects of his own painful past and revealing more about hers.
Saddled with two rebellious runaway paranormal teens, he’s embroiled in a shapeshifter pack disagreement, and must learn to work with both a caustic dragon and a cantankerous mermaid to not only find Jain, but help her help an old friend who’s in over his head. Wyatt learns he is not without psychic abilities of his own, although he prefers old-fashioned detective work.

Excerpt:

“Again, Mr. Collins,” said Wyatt. “What can I do for you?”

“When did you last see Jain Lazarus?”

“We spent a four day weekend together about six weeks ago in Vermont.”

“Have you spoken to her since?”

“I left a few messages on her voice mail, but I haven’t heard back.”

“Yes, we know that. We have her phone.”

Wyatt felt a chill run down his spine. “Why would you have her phone?”

“Was she in good health when you parted?”

“We went skiing in the morning. We went back to change. She got a phone call – on the landline, not her cell, and said she had to go. She left before I did.”

“Interesting.”

“Why?”

“No one’s seen or heard from her since that weekend in Vermont.”

“Are you looking for her?”

“Yes. She was due in our office the very next morning to get briefed on a new assignment. The proprietor of the inn tells a different story.”

“What do you mean?”

“He says the two of you left in the morning, but you came back alone.”

“That’s not true.”

“And there’s no record of a call going through to your room.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Did you argue with Jain that weekend?’

“No. We had a great time.”

“Don’t lie to me, Detective. I’m every bit as capable of discerning a liar as you are.”

“Then you know I’m telling the truth.”

“Either that or you’re even more talented than Jain believed. You are the last person we know who saw Jain before her disappearance.”

OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK available from Solstice Publishing on March 4, 2012:
http://www.solsticepublshing.com

Excerpts, buy links, and information for the series on the Jain Lazarus Site:
http://hexbreaker.devonellingtonwork.com

Interview with Kristen Beairsto

Please help me welcome Kristen Beairsto to my blog today. Kristen will be giving away a ecopy of her book Going After the Heart to one lucky commentor, so be sure and leave a comment.

LeavesWhat is your favorite part of writing?

My favorite part is creating that first rough draft of the story. It’s amazing to see a story pulled out of my mind and take shape on the page. No matter how horrible the rough draft is (hey that’s what editing is for, right? 😉 ) crafting a story and getting it all down on paper is incredible.

What is your typical day like?

In a word: crazy! LOL! During the week, I spend 9 hours each day at a day job. I’m married and have two kids, so there’s usually a softball practice, Girl Scout meeting, homework, or any other of the million things that happen with kids after I get home. I also try to fit in some gym time. Then somewhere between all of that, I try to fit in as much writing, editing, and marketing as I can. So it’s not glamorous but I love it. 

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

In May, I’ll hit my one year mark of being self-published and it’s been a roller coaster so far. Incredibly fun, but crazy. I’ve learned a tremendous amount about the industry and myself, so even if I don’t sell another book, I’ll still consider this adventure a success.
What advice do you have for other authors wanting to self-publish?
Cultivate patience and don’t give up! It takes time, tenacity, and tolerance to be successful in this business. And success isn’t always measured in monetary values. This industry isn’t about overnight success, so keep writing, editing, and publishing and you’ll eventually get to where you want to be.
What is your favorite dessert/food?
At the moment, my favorite food is hummus. (I’m trying to focus on being healthier and I’m silently telling myself as I write this answer that my favorite food is no longer mint chocolate chip ice cream LOL!)

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

I find the most difficult thing to write is realistic character reactions. I know how I’d like them to react in certain situations, but what I want and what’s realistic for that character based on their personality could be two different things. This is especially true in really tense, emotional situations. I always obsess over whether or not a character is acting appropriately for their personality.

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

Gavin is my hero in Going After the Heart. He’s a guy who’s biggest strength is that he knows what is important in life and tries to do what he thinks is right. Gavin’s biggest weakness is not handling emotional situations very well.
Tell us about your heroine. Give us one of her strengths and one of her weaknesses.
Lizzy, Gavin’s wife, is my heroine in Going After the Heart. Her biggest strength is being able to accept that she’s made mistakes. And one of her weaknesses is how easily she seems to get wrapped in her work.

Going After the Heart Blurb

Lizzy Bergstrum thought she finally reached a point in her life when she could honestly say she had it all. A thriving writing career. A wonderful daughter. And a marriage to the love of her life. But looks can apparently be deceiving because her husband just walked out on her and their eight year old daughter hates her.

Gavin Bergstrum can’t handle the direction his life has taken. Not only did he get laid off from his job, but his wife seems to barely remember he exists. Convinced he’s tried his best to change things, he begins to wrestle with the possibility of divorce. But he can’t think straight in the same house as Lizzy. Hating to leave his daughter, but needing time to think and come to terms with what he feels he needs to do, Gavin decides to return to his small home town in Oregon and stay at his family ranch with his father and brothers.

In shock, Lizzy gives Gavin his space. But as time passes and he doesn’t say a word about their marriage, Lizzy decides it’s past time she takes matters into her own hands. Without a word, she follows Gavin to Oregon.

Now facing a daughter who blames her for everything, an irritated husband, and a small town that feeds on the drama, Lizzy finds herself trying to figure out how to convince Gavin to give her another chance, teach her daughter it takes two to make a successful marriage, and overcome her own insecurities – all without compromising who she is.

Going After the Heart Excerpt

“Here’s the keys to the cabin. The round one is to the front and back doors and the square one is for the shed.” Ray’s voice sounded clear and even behind him.
Turning, Gavin watched his father hand Lizzy a small set of keys.
“I had Clare clean it up for you. Like I said on the phone, it’s not the newest place in the world, but it’s still in pretty good shape considering its age.”
Lizzy gave his father a small smile as she took the keys from him. “I’m sure it’s great.”
Her gaze moved to him and resentment swelled watching her smile fade. Although, what did he expect, she hadn’t smiled at him for months prior to him leaving. Why would she start now?
But the indiscernible look settling on Lizzy’s features startled him. After ten years of marriage and five years together before getting married, Gavin would have bet big money he knew every single one of his wife’s expressions. But this one, he realized dumbfounded, he didn’t recognize.
Her gaze dropped down to Sky. “Come on, Sky, we’ve got to go up to the cabin to settle in.”
Beside him, Gavin felt Sky’s shoulders tense.
“No!” She shouted the word venomously. “I don’t want to go with you,” she spat before turning pleading blue eyes up at him. “Dad, can’t I stay here with you and Papa? I don’t want to go with her.”
Apparently he missed the memo about today being Surprise Day, Gavin realized, as he could only stare at his daughter for a moment, never having seen this side of her before.
“I tell you what, little missy, no little girl is welcome in my house that sasses her mama the way you just did. No matter what injustice you think she’s handed you, a child never speaks to their parent that way.” Ray delivered his little speech with an even look and matching tone.
Sky’s cheeks turned bright red. Gavin frowned down at her. “Your grandfather’s right, you know better than to talk to your mom that way.”
Looking up to his wife, he arched a brow. Apparently the statute of limitations for surprises for the day hadn’t been reached yet, he thought silently in disbelief when Lizzy didn’t scold, or even comment on, Sky’s behavior.
Rather than say anything, Lizzy looked away and her back stiffened so much he thought her spine would snap.
What the hell is going on? His bewilderment bothered him.
Seeing Lizzy wouldn’t say anything, Gavin looked back down at Sky. “Honey, since I didn’t know you were coming, I don’t have anywhere set up for you to sleep. I’m sleeping on a cot in one of the extra rooms. I’ll try to look at setting something up tomorrow so you can stay a few nights with me. How does that sound?”
A stubborn look Gavin recognized all too easily surfaced on Sky’s face, but she remained silent, temporarily mollified and nodded. Turning away from him, Sky made her way back to the car and climbed in without so much as a single glance in her mother’s direction.
Gavin returned his gaze back to Lizzy, but she completely ignored him as she turned to climb back in the car.
That, at least, he’d grown used to.

Author3_2Kristen Beairsto

In between her to-be-read pile and trying to bring the characters in her head alive, Kristen spends as much time as she can with family and friends. Much to her husband’s dismay, she enjoys collecting purses, shoes, and jewelry. During those rare times she’s not working at her day job, rushing her daughters somewhere, watching movies with her husband, and trying to meet a deadline, she can usually be found energetically cheering for one of her favorite New York sports teams.

As with just about every other writer on the planet, Kristen grew up an avid reader. She started with young adult before she technically hit the age range and moved on to sci-fi classics by Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury. At fifteen, her best friend gave her a book she just had to read! The book was Honest Illusions by Nora Roberts. Always a sucker for a happy ending, she was a goner and fell in love with the romance genre. Having started writing novel length stories at the age of eleven, Kristen’s stories all took a romantic turn from that point on.

You can connect with Kristen through her website www.KristenBeairsto.com, Facebook www.facebook.com/AuthorKristenBeairsto, or Twitter www.twitter.com/AuthorKBeairsto.

The Heart of the Story by Edie Ramer

Please help me welcome Edie Ramer to my blog today. Edie is giving away an e-copy of one of her Miracle Interrupted books to a lucky commenter: MUST WORSHIP CATS, MIRACLE LANE and MIRACLE PIE. (MUST WORSHIP CATS, which introduces the series, is a novella, and STARDUST MIRACLE, the first novel, is free at most places for now.)

The Heart of the Story

Stardust_Miracle_232x347_72dpi_2I love a love story. Two of my favorite TV shows are Bones and Castle. I enjoy their mix of seriousness and humor, but other shows have that mix and they aren’t my favorites. What the other shows don’t have is what’s at the center of both shows: a love story.

In my magical realism series, Miracle Interrupted, people have problems, families, pets, goals, nosy neighbors—but while all this life stuff happens, so does love. Though it’s a series, the plot for each book is different from the others. What’s the same is that each story has attitude, magic and love.

In STARDUST MIRACLE, the heroine finds out her husband is cheating early in the story and has to restart her life. MIRACLE LANE is about a woman whose memory was wiped out after someone tried to kill her. The hero was in the Afghanistan war and suffers from PTSD. That book has a mystery/suspense element. MIRACLE PIE is the closest to a classic romance, with a heroine who cherishes her home and her pie making career, and a filmmaker hero whose career choice leads him away from the heroine. MO’S HEART, which will be out in early April, has a Mafia element, though this love story, like all the stories, takes place in the Wisconsin village of Miracle with a population of 634. A place where miracles happen…and so does love.

Miracle_Pie_246x360_2Here’s an excerpt from MIRACLE PIE:

“Hey, wake up.” A hand touched Katie’s shoulder, and she jerked her chin and her eyelids up. “Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

Staring into Gabe’s eyes, so close to hers, she felt herself drowning in his bright blue gaze. She started to raise her hand to his face, but it was too much effort. In her head, words formed. Are you an angel?

“How did you know?” she asked instead, the words slow and kind of slurred as she talked around her tongue that felt too big for her mouth.

The soft pad of his thumb brushed her cheek. He laughed softly. “Because you were sleeping. We’re taking a break. Why don’t you take a nap?”

Another thought drifted into her mind. I’ll take a nap with you.

“Katie?” Rosa’s voice colored with concern.

Miracle_Lane_225x329_2Katie blinked, the cloud disappeared and she thumped down to earth. Rosa stepped next to Gabe, a frown worrying her forehead.

“I’m awake.” Katie straightened her spine. “I’m fine. I don’t need a nap.”

Gabe smiled, as if he’d read her thoughts. “Take all the time you need. I won’t rush you.”

Delicious. He was pure deliciousness.

“You’re very comforting,” she said. “I suppose you have a girlfriend or wife.”

His smile deepened, the blue in his eyes shining brighter. “Not anymore.”

A choked laugh came from Taz, and Katie stood, her face heating. She told them she’d be back in a moment then stepped over her snoring Beagle to hurry to the bathroom. Luckily her hair didn’t need much more than a fluffing and her makeup was still intact. When her cheeks cooled, she took a deep breath and headed back to the kitchen.

MWCs_200x300_300_dpi_127_KB_2She’d made up her mind.

He didn’t have a girlfriend. He was planning to stick around for at least another day to make a rough edit for Rosa before leaving.

Why not take advantage of it? Why not have a fling? A one-night stand? He hadn’t said anything to show he was attracted to her, but she’d noticed the way his gaze lingered on her, the heat in his eyes and the caress in his voice.

She didn’t normally do flings, but why not now? He seemed…safe. And he for sure was seductive. The next day he would leave, and her life with her pies and her kitchen, with her dad and her friends nearby wouldn’t change.

And she would have something wonderful to remember. The way people told her they remembered her pies. As if her pies made their lives happier.

Edie_2Bio:
Edie Ramer is funnier on the page than in real life. A multiple award-winning writer, she writes stories with heart, attitude, and magic. She lives in southeastern Wisconsin with her husband, one dog, and one important cat.

In addition to her Miracle Interrupted series, she’s published in paranormal and scifi romance, plus a humorous mystery. She co-edited ENTANGLED, A PARANORMAL ANTHOLOGY, with all the proceeds going to cancer research.

Follow Edie on Twitter, Facebook and her website, http://edieramer.com.

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Glimpse into the Timewalker series by Michele Callahan

72dpi_silver_storm_cover2_2Have fun and hold on to your hats…time travel is a fast and dangerous business.

If you could travel through time, what would you go back and change? Would you assassinate a villain? Prevent disease? Stop a disaster before it happens? Invest in Google, Microsoft or Apple before anyone knew how big they would become? Or would you be afraid to alter the time line and allow events to unfold no matter how sinister? Tell me, and you could win. I’m giving away a $5 Starbucks gift card and a free copy of the first two books in the TIMEWALKER series: RED NIGHT and SILVER STORM this week!

I am honored to be here and excited to give you all a glimpse into how everything started in Book 1 of my Timewalker Series, RED NIGHT. My heroines travel through time to battle an unseen enemy and overwhelming odds. Luckily, there are some perks, such as unusual paranormal powers and one Uber-Hot man willing to fight next to her and make love to her like there’s no tomorrow (for them…there might not be.) I hope you enjoy this excerpt from the first book with Alexa, a woman who can make herself invisible, and the handsome genius she’s sent through time to assassinate…

RED_-_web_-_small_2RED NIGHT: Timewalker Chronicles – Book 1
(Just $.99 on Amazon Kindle)

Prologue
Despite years of warnings, Alexa was not prepared for the freezing shock of her journey. She wanted to scream in agony, but she had no air to breathe in this in-between dimension. Her mother had explained the frigid reality of the time strands, how her naked flesh would feel as if it were being systematically stripped to her bones by endless shards of splintering ice. This one-way trip to the past would last less than a minute. One minute in her own personal Purgatory, and her sins had been many. So, she gritted her teeth and waited. Waited for the agony to subside. Waited for the nirvana of soft green grass brushing at her skin like a thousand tickling fingertips.

Her mother had been a Timewalker, and her mother before her, and so on, since the Archivers had begun recording the Chronicles Of Time. Death or Service. That had been her ancestor’s choice, and the eldest daughter in each generation now owed the Archivers a life. The family gift — invisibility — had been handed down from mother to daughter for generations. Her heritage swelled her head and chest with pride. But the unrelenting grip of her ancestry also squeezed her with arduous pressure, demanding she not fail. She did not want to be the first of her line to bring her name dishonor. However, a far heavier burden threatened to pull her into the suffocating quicksand of fear. Billions of lives were at stake. Billions.

She would not fail. She was ready. Her mother had ensured that, taught her how to use her gift to cloak her presence, prepared her for the call of the Archivers and their freezing strands. The Timewalkers were never called upon to ride the strands of time unless the assignment was of catastrophic importance. There was no such thing as an easy task. She had also warned her daughter not to fall victim to the pounding of the blood, the passion of her Gift, until it was safe to do so. The distraction would endanger the strand of time she must now, and forever after, walk upon.
Forever. In a strange world.

Alone.

Panic rose in a crescendo to choke her. Then, as quickly as her roller coaster ride through this icy hell began, it was over. Precious air flooded her starving lungs with heat. She lay semi-conscious on the soft ground and tried to get her bearings as a torrent of warm rain crashed down upon her. A single tear escaped and mingled with the rain on her face. Reality squeezed her heart so tightly she feared it would stop beating. She had arrived, unscathed. There was no going back.
Earth 8. Midnight, May 15, 2012. Unless the Archiver had erred.
Heaven help her then. Heaven help the world.

Chapter One

Never once, in all the years of her rebellious youth, had she ever been a thief. How ironic that now, when the fate of this world hung in the balance, everything she had was contraband. She leaned back into the taxi’s sticky plastic seat and hoped the crisp white cotton Capri pants and shirt wouldn’t be ruined by the filth. A twenty-dollar bill burned in her pocket to pay the cabbie. Alexa sunk her teeth into a huge red apple and hoped the fruit would provide enough energy to keep her going for a few hours. Doom Central was calling her name.

Alexa laughed out loud at her own joke and ignored the cab driver’s questioning glance. The overworked cabbie should be used to seeing all sorts of odd things in a city the size of San Antonio. But even here, she knew she was unique. Her waist-length hair was braided and so pale it gleamed silver. Her eyes flashed a vivid blue in a heart-shaped face. Father had always said she was sixty-two inches of trouble wrapped up in a deceptively innocent looking package. The thought made her want to laugh. And cry.

Too soon the cab driver dropped her off at her destination, one of a handful of Biosafety Level 4 laboratories in the country. The lucky place which, in three days time, would be the epicenter of the end of the world. Earth 8 had died a slow and painful death. It took just under five years from the first diagnosed case of “Red Death” for ninety-five percent of the world’s population to be wiped out. And it all started here. No-Where-Ville, Texas. A party like any other…a night colored red with blood.

Yes. She had three more days to track down the two men in charge, erase every piece of data related to the virus, and break into that lab and kill every single cell of “Mutation-6 of Ebola” in existence. M-6 they called it, until it escaped. Then it became the “Red Death”, named for the hemorrhagic nature of the victim’s death. They should have called it, “stupid-what-the-hell-were-we-thinking?”

“Men.” The car stopped. Alexa slid out of the back seat of the cab, ignored the driver’s mumbling, and handed him the twenty through his open window with a bright smile pasted on her full pink lips. “Always think they can beat Mother Nature.”
Alexa turned away from the cab. The driver took off mumbling about the faults of crazy women. When she was sure he was gone, she quickly jogged to within sight of the eight hundred twenty-one acre complex.

It was still early. She stopped to lean against the fence and calm her mind. It took tremendous energy to draw the light to her body and redirect it, rendering herself invisible. Cloaking, her mother called it. The semi-dark of pre-dawn would help her avoid unwanted notice. Once she was forced to cloak her presence, she wouldn’t be able to sustain the illusion for more than a couple of hours without a break. And then she’d be so hungry, she’d probably kill for a sandwich.

She patted the protein bar and mozzarella cheese stick in her pants pocket for courage and mumbled to herself, “Such is the glamorous life of the Timewalkers.”
The building employees changed shifts at 8:00 a.m. A quick glance at her stolen Tinkerbelle watch told her she had fifteen minutes. Already, parking lot activity was picking up. Time to move in.

Alexa closed her eyes and stilled the chaos of her mind, called upon the quiet, watchful awareness within herself that allowed her to use her gift. She envisioned herself a small white crystal in a river of light, and pushed the rays out and around her until it flowed like water over a small rock. Many times she’d watched her mother, practiced, and studied the effect in a mirror. It was like looking at something you thought was there, but could never quite see. Bright light made it harder to hide the soft edges of the effect. It wasn’t perfect, but no one could see her unless they knew what to look for.

Luckily for her, no one would be looking. Besides, no one could be truly awake at this ungodly hour. She needed at least two cups of coffee to form a coherent thought before noon. This morning she’d had five.

Silent as a shadow, she crept up to the double glass doors at the entrance and scouted the parking lot for someone she could follow inside…

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Writing to the Market by Donnell Ann Bell

“Those who follow the crowd usually get lost in it.” ~ Rick Warren

Hi, Cindy: Appreciate the opportunity to spend time with you and your readers.

Deadly_Recall_-_screen_2In 2001, after working for The Colorado Springs Business Journal and Pikes Peak Parent newsmagazine, I decided to try my hand at fiction. After all, I loved to write; what’s more I loved to read. I read mostly mainstream suspense and mysteries at that time. Then I picked up authors like Sandra Brown, Suzanne Brockmann and Linda Howard, and I was hooked. After reading the romantic conflicts they put in their books, though I still enjoyed mainstream fiction, I discovered what I’d been missing. Without the emotional turmoil that came with a love interest, the story left me a little flat.

I also discovered that I am a romantic suspense author.

I proceeded to write and hone my craft. (Don’t look under my bed, it’s not pretty.) I started finaling in contests and winning a few as well. And then I started attending writing conferences and observed the darnedest thing. There were editors and agents “telling” attendees what to write. After I had discovered who I was and what I write. Stunned, I sat back and watched many writers around me scribbling down every word of what those publishing professionals wanted to see in their in-boxes.

Paranormals are popular, they would say. Historicals are in vogue, particularly Regency. BUT… don’t give us medieval and certainly not anything outside of England. Erotic is HOT, give us erotic. Young Adult, the market gurus are demanding YA. After these writing conferences, the market was flooded with these popular storylines.
Good for the authors who launched their careers this way. Ideally, they jotted down those editors’ wishes because they already had a story in mind they were passionate about.

I, on the other hand, never took notes. Whether the market craved it or not, romantic suspense made me happy. And if I wasn’t enjoying myself or loving the characters that appeared on the page, I suspected my readers could see right through me. Further, if someone had to assign me a subgenre to write, I might as well go back to my newspaper job, where it was my job to take assignments.

As a former contest coordinator I saw excellent stories not being recognized; that because their books didn’t fit into a specific marketing mold (or get this shocker, there were too many like it), many authors were shelving their work and moving on to something else. Sadly, some quit writing altogether.

Thank goodness for the explosion in the publishing industry. At last readers have myriad choices. I’m passionate about the stories I write and get a huge emotional roller coaster high in creating them.

Today, I’m giving away my newest release, DEADLY RECALL in a drawing for readers who comment. I promise you, this book was told from the heart. So, are you enjoying having more exposure to new authors or are you comfortable sticking with the tried and true?

Thanks for allowing me to visit today, Cindy!

BLURB

A terrifying memory is locked deep inside her. A killer wants to keep it that way.
Nine-year-old Eden Moran thought she was saying good-bye to her mentor that fateful day in St. Patrick’s. She had no idea she’d witness the nun’s demise, or that her child’s mind would compensate. Now seventeen years later, Albuquerque cops have unearthed human remains, and the evidence points to Eden as being the key to solving Sister Beatrice’s murder. When a hellbent cop applies pressure, Eden stands firm. She doesn’t remember the woman. Unfortunately for Eden, Sister Beatrice’s killer will do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

Excerpt from Deadly Recall

At the path to her loft, Eden froze. A pair of jean-clad legs blocked the entrance. Sidestepping the walkway into the rock, she fumbled inside her purse for her phone and her pepper spray. But before she pressed the button for emergency services, her brain clicked on. It was broad daylight. Not exactly the most sensible place for an attacker to come calling, or for a homeless person to take up residence.

Cell phone and pepper spray ready, Eden approached, only to recapture her breath as she sidled closer. She’d recognize those long legs anywhere. With his back propped against the wall, arms crossed, his baseball cap pulled low over his brow, Kevin sat under the building’s overhang―sleeping.

She stared at the man, with his impossible attitudes and confusing contradictions. Then silently she crept to the step below him and sat down.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbled.

Reaching up, she tipped his cap so she could see his eyes, immediately swept up in their deep brown depths. “For someone who doesn’t like me, you sure hang around a lot.”

“I never said I didn’t like you.”

True, he hadn’t. That didn’t make his blunt rejection of her in St. Patrick’s parking lot hurt any less, or resolve the issues between them. Even so, she’d take the comment and his presence as a positive. “Forget to pay your rent?”

“How’d you know?” He yawned. Then, stretching, he showed off some dangerously appealing biceps. “What do you think of my new set up?”

“I think I should call a cop. What are you doing here, Kevin?”

“Protecting you.”

She laughed. “What?”

“With your attack cat out of commission, I figured I was the next best thing.”

If only he knew. In truth, that’s why she’d stayed at the hospital so long. The idea of an intruder on the premises wasn’t exactly the best sleeping aid. She was infinitely grateful for his presence, not that it would do to tell him that. “I don’t need a bodyguard,” she said, her tone belying her thoughts. “Unless . . . did your guys find something?”

He tugged the cap back over his eyes. “No recognizable prints so far, no witnesses.”

Eden blinked at the cop taking up space on her doorstep. How cavalier could he be? She was tempted to go about her business and leave him where he sat. But there were laws in this city and someone might trip on him. “So what’s the plan, boy scout?”

Lifting the cap again, he returned an expression far from trustworthy. And trust him, she didn’t. This man, with his chronic five o’clock shadow, appeared white-hat-hero material one minute, Casanova-hot the next. Her gaze left his face, only to fall upon his powerful-looking hands and the strong thighs that filled out his jeans.

Damned if her stomach didn’t flip.

“Got anything to eat?” he asked.

Before her heated face gave her away, she rose from the steps. “Nope. Looks like you’re out of luck.”

He came to his feet as well. “That’s okay, we’ll order in.”

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Donnell Ann Bell is a two-time Golden Heart® finalist. Her debut novel The Past Came Hunting became an Amazon bestseller, reaching as high as #6 on the paid overall list and finaling in 2012 Gayle Wilson Award for Excellence, RWA’s® Greater Detroit Bookseller’s Best, and the 2012 Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense. Deadly Recall, brought to you by Bell Bridge Books, is her second published novel. Learn more about Donnell at www.donnellannbell.com
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Interview with Marian Lanouette

Please help me welcome Marian Lanouette to my blog today. She will be giving a copy of one of her books to a lucky commentor, so be sure and leave a comment for her.

Books:
If I Fail, A Jake Carrington Mystery September 7, 2012
Burn in Hell, A Jake Carrington Mystery January 18, 2013
As the World Ends, Novella January 2013

BurninHell_500_2Thank you so much for having me here today, Cindy. I love your blog and your guests. It’s an honor to be included among them.

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

I write mysteries with romantic elements. It’s the puzzle and the steps required to solve a mystery that intrigues me. I love reading a good mystery but I love my romance too. So, both together is a home run.

Tell us about your current series.

My current series titled A Jake Carrington Mystery is about Lieutenant Jake Carrington and his Partner Louie Romanelli. It’s set in a small city in Connecticut. Jake runs the homicide department and now as the added burden of missing persons department. Each book looks at a couple of murders as we grow to know the detectives in their personal lives.

What inspired your latest book?

Burn in Hell the second book in the Jake Carrington Mystery revolves around Kyra Russell. She and Jake meet at a party and start dating. But soon after he starts to suspect things aren’t right with Kyra. She cremates people for a living (something I used to do.) As I did it years ago, my imagination always took off in different directions with the possibilities of the job. When I created Jake, I thought I’d have to use cremation somehow.

What is your favorite part of writing?

I love the first draft. As the story flows from my mind, to fingers and then the keyboard, it’s so exciting.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Trying to sell and wade through the rejections. But I understand the need and how it makes the story stronger.

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

As_the_World_Ends_eBook_2My next project after Burn in Hell is released is As the World Ends. It also releases in January 2013. I’m working on the third book in the series, Mated for Life. I’m actually two-thirds done with the first draft.

What is your typical day like?

I get up, exercise, eat, shower and I’m at my desk for the next six hours writing, researching, marketing, blogging and/or answering emails. Then lunch and three more hours of writing or plotting.

How much time do you spend promoting your books?

It’s seems since my first book If I Fail, A Jake Carrington Mystery came out in September 2012, all my time is devoted to marketing. But in reality, I’d say I spend three to four hours a day marketing my writing.

What works best for you?

Believe it or not “Word of mouth” advertising. If one person loves your book they are going to speak it up to another and so it goes down the line. The important thing to do is write so readers love it and want to talk about. I want to stop here and offer a special thank you to all the readers that loved If I fail. You’re a great bunch. Thanks also for the wonderful reviews.

Excerpt Burn in Hell:

With her head down, she sat at her machine, waiting on the supervisor to come back—to unlock the machine so she could play again. More than anything, she needed to win. A hand landed on her shoulder, startling her. Jerking away, Kyra turned to see who belonged to the hand. Crap, not the supervisor. Joe Dillon, not exactly the person I want to see right now.

“Hi, Kyra.”

“Hey, Joe.”

“How’s it going?” Her host sat down next to her.

“Not good,” she whined.

“I’m sorry to hear it. You know you have a payment due soon?”

Double crapola. “Yes, I know.”

“Why don’t you leave the machine for a while? Come have something to eat with me?”

What could he be up to, she wonder?

“Why?”

“Why? Kyra, let’s discuss your loan payment over dinner, explore your options.”

What options? There weren’t any. All week she racked her brain trying to find a solution to the mess. Though a quiet guy, Joe scared her. Deep inside, she understood he could destroy her. Not a person she’d want to cross.

“Kyra? Please, no one’s going to touch your machine. Maybe a break will change your luck?”

“What the hell. I could eat,” Kyra hissed. Something had to change.

“How about a steak?”

“Fine.”

They got up at the same time, bumping into each other. Joe sat back down, let Kyra get up first. He followed her as she headed to the Trenton Steak House. Joe grabbed her arm and pointed to the private elevator that went directly to the entrance to the Whale Room. She looked at him. He smiled.

“What’s up, Joe?”

“I think you need a real break Kyra, so we’ll head up.”

Curiosity got the better of her, but she figured she’d find out what he was up to in good time. Then the fear hit her. Maybe she shouldn’t leave the floor with him. She owed the casino seventy-five thousand dollars. Behind on her payments, she spent three grand tonight trying to win her next payment. Stupid—how could I be so stupid? I should’ve made a partial payment with the three grand instead of gambling tonight. They wouldn’t beat up her up, would they? Tasting the bile as it violently pushed up from her stomach, scorching a path to her throat. Kyra couldn’t control the tears that flooded into her eyes when she started to choke.

“Are you all right, Kyra?”

“I don’t want to leave the public floor, Joe.” Kyra’s hands shook along with her entire body. Unable to control her voice as it cracked, her mind searching for an escape.

“I have a deal for you, but I can’t discuss it in an open area. We’ll discuss it upstairs, over dinner.” He smiled.

Oh yeah, she thought, the farmer leading the cow to the slaughter. “What kind of deal?”

“We’ll discuss it upstairs,” he repeated firmly.

“You’re not going to break my legs or anything like that. Are you?” she half-heartily joked.

“No such thing, Kyra. Relax.” Now’s the time too really worry, she thought. Just like the “trust me” phrase, it gave her the willies.

* * * *

Joe Dillon studied Kyra as they rode up in the elevator. To look at her, you’d never guess she’d lost control of her life. He liked her curves, her full lips, and the wild, curly red hair. Shorter than he, she stood about five feet four inches—he didn’t like looking up at a woman. Too many women today were taller than him. He looked into her green, green eyes, his mind taking off in all directions. Not now, Joe. Kyra’s not worth the trouble. He knew she had a son—her divorce a by-product of gambling. The boss told him this morning she was losing custody of her son. What woman gambles to the point of losing her child? Joe thought about the deal he’d be offering her, dragging her down even further. He pushed the guilt from his mind. Not my fucking problem. Kyra did this to herself. If I ever caught Camile gambling, I’d break her legs. Joe saw what gambling did to families. Too much heartache for too little reward, he mused.

Joe thought of the deal he’d lay on the table for her—two choices—wondering which one she’d choose. Neither was pleasant. I’m only the messenger. That’s how he justified his work. Blinded by greed, these people put themselves in this position with their gambling addictions.

book_(119)_book_profile_pic (1)_2Bio:
One of ten children, Marian took to writing to explore new and adventurous places. While her friends traveled on planes for vacation, Marian traveled in books. With an overactive imagination, it didn’t take long for her to start creating her own characters and stories. If I Fail, A Jake Carrington Mystery that released in 2012, is the first book in the series.

As an avid reader, she discovered mysteries by reading the Daily News as a youngster. Intrigued by the real life crimes, and how the police worked and eventually solved them, ignited her imagination beyond the ordinary.

An English professor marked her final paper with an A, but wrote a note that said, “Well done, though you’re not Virginia Woolf yet, so add a little action to the story.” That one line had her punching up the action in stories to come.

Marian has many plans (books) for Jake Carrington and his crew. She invites you to discover these wonderful characters and share your impressions at:

marian.author@gmail.com or www.marianl.com
Buy links:
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As the World Ends

A Little History with my Paranormal-Fantasy-Romance, Please by Suzanne Johnson

Please help me welcome Suzanne Johnson to my blog. Be sure and leave her a comment to be entered in the drawing for her prizes.

suzanne-johnson3 (1)_2These days, genres are blurring all over the place, especially in the paranormal arena. We have science fiction-romantic-thrillers, and historical-fantasy-romances, and Victorian-meets-wild-west steampunk and—my own personal favorite—the paranormal-fantasy-romantic-mystery.

One of the reasons for the blurring of genre is that the market has gotten oversaturated with the paranormal. The glut has on the one hand given a boost to genres such as contemporary romance and romantic suspense, as paranormal-weary readers want to take a break from even their favorite fanged or shapeshifting critters.

For those of us who write paranormal fiction and want to continue to do so, the market saturation has forced us to become super-creative. If I’m going to write a paranormal fantasy (a more accurate term for what many still call urban fantasy), I sure as heck better figure out a way to make it stand out from the crowd of other paranormal fantasies coming from both traditional and self-published authors. Here’s the method behind my own particular madness.

The wizard protagonist of my Sentinels of New Orleans paranormal fantasy series is female, kind of a geek, doesn’t own a stitch of leather clothing, and would probably shoot her own foot off (or worse) if handed a gun. She is SO not kickass. She doesn’t have a tattoo. She does have a potent weapon in the form of an elven staff she found in her mentor’s attic after Katrina, but mostly so far, she sets things on fire with it (not intentionally).

The series is set not just in New Orleans—nothing unusual about that—but in a New Orleans where Hurricane Katrina has torn down the “metaphysical levees” between our world and the world beyond. As a resident of NOLA who went through Katrina, I’ve been able to use my experiences to fuel my fiction (and also work off some post-traumatic stress).

I have shapeshifters, and some are even werewolves. But there are also loup-garou, a special rogue breed of werewolf found in Louisiana. And mermen who are aquatic shapeshifters: they can walk on two legs (in fact they mainstream in the Louisiana fishing industry, which is kind of cannibalistic), or partially shift into classic merman or mermaid form, or fully shift into a ginormous tuna. There might also be weregators. Yes, I swear it’s true. Some of these shifters have turned into love interests. In fact, one is putting some pressure on my little wizard these days, and she just might be ready to give in.

My elves bear no resemblance to the noble, pointy-eared beings of Tolkien, and my witches are so low on the magical totem pole they might as well be (gasp) human. I haven’t rolled out my vampires and fae yet…but they’re coming. I’m just figuring out how to make them different and yet consistent with the world I’ve built.

Zombies? Nope, I decided against zombies (although I reserve the right to resurrect them at some point). Instead, I wanted to use the history of New Orleans to enrich my world. So instead of zombies or ghosts, I have the Historical Undead. You’ve heard the sentiment over a loved one who’s died: She lives on in my memories. What if that were literally true? In my series, deceased humans who were famous enough to be remembered by many people are literally given immortality by the magic of human memory. Thus, famous New Orleanians such as the early 19th-century pirate Jean Lafitte, the voodoo priestess Marie Laveau, and jazz great Louis Armstrong are among the characters who fill my world. (In fact, I became so enamoured of Jean Lafitte, he became a series regular.)

And, of course, there’s a magical mystery to solve. In River Road, the merpeople are on the verge of a civil war, something has poisoned the water of the Mississippi River, and someone’s killing wizards. Parnormal-fantasy-romance-mystery. Old genres, new twists.

What are some of your favorite blended genres? I’ll choose one commenter to win your choice of Royal Street or River Road, or a $10 Amazon or Book Depository gift card/purchase. Open internationally.

River Road by Suzanne Johnson
Hurricane Katrina is long gone, but the preternatural storm rages on in New Orleans. New species from the Beyond moved into Louisiana after the hurricane destroyed the borders between worlds, and it falls to wizard sentinel Drusilla Jaco and her partner, Alex Warin, to keep the preternaturals peaceful and the humans unaware. But a war is brewing between two clans of Cajun merpeople in Plaquemines Parish, and down in the swamp, DJ learns, there’s more stirring than angry mermen and the threat of a weregator….Wizards are dying, and something—or someone—from the Beyond is poisoning the waters of the mighty Mississippi, threatening the humans who live and work along the river. DJ and Alex must figure out what unearthly source is contaminating the water and who—or what—is killing the wizards. Is it a malcontented merman, the naughty nymph, or some other critter altogether? After all, DJ’s undead suitor, the pirate Jean Lafitte, knows his way around a body or two….It’s anything but smooth sailing on the bayou as the Sentinels of New Orleans series continues

river-road_2Excerpt: River Road, by Suzanne Johnson

The minute hand of the ornate grandfather clock moved with the speed of a gator stuck in swamp mud. Determined to be late, I’d been watching it for a half hour while nursing a fizzy cocktail from my perch at the rotating Carousel Bar inside the lobby of the Hotel Monteleone. The plaque on the enormous clock claimed it had been hand-carved of mahogany in 1909, about 130 years after the birth of the undead pirate waiting for me upstairs.
They were both quite handsome, but the clock was a lot more reliable.
The infamous Jean Lafitte expected me at seven. He’d summoned me to his French Quarter hotel room by courier like I was one of his early nineteenth-century pirate wenches, and I hated to break the news to him, but the historical undead don’t summon wizards. We summon them. He’d have to wait.
I’d have blown him off if my boss on the Congress of Elders hadn’t ordered me to comply and my co-sentinel, Alex, hadn’t claimed a prior engagement.
At 7:30, I finished my drink, took a deep breath, and marched through the lobby toward the bank of elevators. My heels clicked on the marble, their sharp tap tap tap contrasting with the squeaky shuffle of the clusters of tourists around me in their clean, white tennis shoes. I dodged them as they stopped to gape at the sparkle of crystal chandeliers and brass fittings. The old wives’ tales about Jean Lafitte’s hoarde of gold and treasure must be true if he could afford a suite at the Monteleone.
On the long dead-man-walking stroll down the carpeted hallway to his door, I imagined all the horrible requests Jean might make. He’d saved my life a few years ago, after Hurricane Katrina sent the city into freefall. I’d been desperate. I might have promised him unfettered access to modern New Orleans in exchange for his assistance. I might have promised him a place to live. I might have promised him things I don’t even remember. In other words, I might be totally screwed.
I reached the door of the Eudora Welty Suite and knocked, reflecting that Jean Lafitte probably had no idea who Eudora Welty was, and wouldn’t like her if he did. Ms. Welty had been a modern sort of woman who wouldn’t hop when summoned by a scoundrel.
He didn’t answer immediately. I’d made him wait, after all. I paused a few breaths and knocked harder. Finally, he flung open the door with a flourish, waving me inside to a suite plush with tapestries of peach and royal blue, thick carpet that swallowed the narrow heels of my pumps, and a plasma TV he couldn’t possibly know how to operate. What a waste.
“You have many assets, Drusilla, but apparently a respect for time is not among them.” Deep, disapproving voice, French accent, broad shoulders encased in a red linen shirt, long dark hair pulled back into a tail, eyes such a cobalt blue they bordered on navy. And technically speaking, dead.
He looked as sexy as ever.