Write What You Know with Nina Pierce

Write What You Know

I have been blessed with a really big family. Not just the fact that I grew up in a family of five children (which trust me, was total chaos most of the time), but both my mom and dad had three siblings each, who also had a fair number of children. This meant our summer reunions were loud, rowdy affairs, full of laughter, probably too much beer and wine (or blackberry brandy in my parents’ case), practical jokes and love.

I started dating my husband when I was just a freshman in high school. His sister was my best friend. By the time we married 8 years later I’d added his Italian clan, complete with grandparents and great-aunts and uncles, second and third cousins to my family.( Because Italian families include everyone.) Now 27 years later with marriages and children, nieces, nephews and their significant others … well let me just reiterate … I come from a really big family.

And I love them. Does that mean we don’t have our fair share of skeletons in the closet? Oh, yeah, we’re a regular soap opera including affairs, divorces and babies out of wedlock. But hey, we all know there’s FUN in dysfunctional! And the truth is, through it all, good times and hard times, we have continued to love and support each other.

So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that my muse and I created a sexy romantic suspense series based on three sisters and a close knit family. The family dynamics came straight out of my life experiences. I don’t have three sisters and my dad isn’t ill, which is what brings these sisters together, but some things about families are just universal.

Deceive Her With Desire, is the second book in the Tilling Passions series. (I’m pleased to announce It has recently placed third in a book cover contest and finaled in a writing contest.) This story involves a broken hearted landscaper, a DEA agent trying to prove himself and a drug czar who wants them both dead. It is available at Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0057XV0F4) and Barnes & Noble (http://tinyurl.com/6a8fqvy )

BLURB:
A woman determined to protect her heart. An agent hell bent on proving himself. One night that will change their lives forever…

Landscaper, DEIRDRE TILLING had no way of knowing that attending her friend’s party would throw her into a dangerous world of corrupt businessmen and police stings. Of course her sexual romp with undercover DEA agent, AYDEN SCOTT only pushes her deeper into the drug smuggling ring running up the Maine coast. As the heat rises between Deirdre and Ayden, one thing becomes painfully obvious…their relationship has jeopardized his mission and now someone wants them both dead.
EXCERPT:

A familiar whistle sliced through their growing anger. Julie dropped her hand from her mouth and pinned her sisters with a hot glare. It had stopped Meghan and Deirdre’s bickering since they were teens. Damon and Peter bit back knowing smiles, their forks continuing the slow glide from plate to mouth.

Yeah, some things with the Tilling clan never changed.

Julie straightened the napkin on her lap. “Meghan, that’s enough. Deirdre’s allowed her privacy. Now can’t we just have a nice—”

“Secrets? Really? Even if it includes drug arrests and police?” Meghan asked. “Was Austin your arresting officer, Dee?”

“I’m not a cop and she wasn’t arrested,” Austin said evenly.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to them, Austin.” Deirdre stood, her bravery shattering with the tears glistening in her eyes. “And I sure as hell don’t need your shit right now, Meghan. It’s been a long couple of days.”

Peter reached across the table, taking her hand again. “Dee, I’m sure there was a mistake with the Cutler police. Meggie spoke out of turn. Sit down. Finish your breakfast.”

Deirdre fell heavily into the chair unable to carry the weight of her friend’s betrayal. “Rachel told you too?”

“Of course she didn’t tell him. I did,” said Meghan.

“Told you what?” Julie asked, her gaze bouncing across the faces of her family. “What the hell are you all talking about? Why am I always the last to know about this stuff?” She put her hands to her cheeks. “And whatever it is, please tell me you didn’t tell Mum.”

“Of course I didn’t mention it to Mum. She’s got enough to deal with,” Meghan said defensively. “Why do you think I’m asking now?” She turned back to Deirdre. “So?”

“I was arrested for drug possession yesterday on my way home from a landscaping job in Cutler.” Deirdre’s voice sounded hollow even to her own ears.

“You can’t be serious?

“How the hell?”

Her sister’s questions tumbled out over each other.

A sob escaped as Deirdre put a trembling hand to her mouth. She wanted to be brave, but Meghan’s attack brought the fear slamming right into her heart. “Heroin. Five packets under the driver’s seat of the one-ton.” Ayden wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against the solid weight of him. “Someone tipped off the police. Four cars chased down the one-ton and…” She inhaled a shaky breath. “They don’t know who called it in, but they pulled me over and surrounded me with guns.”

“Oh, honey you must have been so scared.” Julie laid her hand on Deirdre’s thigh.

“Dee, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Meghan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I thought they’d found some pot.” She shrugged. “I just assumed you were doing some partying like the old days. Really. I’m sorry.”

“Do you need to get a lawyer?” Peter asked. “I have a friend.”

Deirdre just shook her head, the hot press of dread clogging her throat and making it impossible to talk.

“The man she works for brought in a lawyer.” Austin replied. “It’s not going to go any further. Some minor red tape with the Cutler police. After talking with Mark Pearson and Rachel, Deirdre’s thinking it could have been one of the high school students who work for her.”

“It doesn’t matter how the drugs got there. Everyone in Delmont is going to assume the worst. I’m afraid when it hits the backyard fences, we’ll lose business,” she said.

“Well, we’re just going to have to set them straight, aren’t we?” Meghan said firmly. “And if they don’t believe there was some huge-ass mistake than to hell with them. We don’t want to work with them anyway.”

“We’ll get it straightened out, Dee. Don’t worry,” said Julie.

And just like that the family unit solidified as the Tilling clan circled the wagons.
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Award-winning romance author, Nina Pierce, grew up in a house full of readers. So becoming enamored with books was only natural. She discovered romance stories in her early teens, falling hopelessly in love with knights in shining armor and the damsels who saved them.

Eventually, reading about alpha males and the journey to find their happy-ever-after endings wasn’t enough. She needed to pen her own stories of fated loves and soul mates. Nina’s discovered the passionate side of romance with her sexy stories. For her, it’s all about the sweet scent of seduction mixed with the heartwarming aroma of romance.

Nina resides in the northeast with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of twenty-seven years, their three grown children and several very spoiled cats who consider her “staff”.

You can keep up with her newest releases at her website

(http://www.NinaPierce.com) or follow her on Twitter

(http://www.twitter.com/NinaPierce) and Facebook

Interview with Anna James

I’m very lucky to have Anna James on my blog today.  Please help me welcome her and leave your comments at the end for a chance to win a prize.

 

How did you get started writing?

I became a romance novel junkie in my twenties and decided I wanted to create the stories I loved to read. Fast forward a few years and I have been somewhat successful. I have 8 novel / novellas that have been published and continue to write as much as I can.

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

I write contemporary romance for the most part but have made attempts to expand. Visions – is a contemporary romance novella with paranormal elements (available from Sugar and Spice Press). I am also toying with a new romance story that will involve time travel. Stay tuned for that – it’s only in the concept phase right now which means it floating around in my head!

What is your favorite part of writing?

Creating stories that are filled with desire, passion and romance!

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

For the most part I spend about 5 hours a week promoting, unless I have a new release, then it’s a lot more!

Was your road to publication fraught with peril or a walk in the park?

Definitely not a “walk in the park”. I was rejected SEVERAL times (I have lost count on the actual number) before I finally got my first contract.

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?

  • Contemporary romance
  • Contemporary romance with paranormal elements
  • Futuristic romance
  • Historical romance
  • Time travel romance

Tell us a little about yourself and your latest book.

I’m Anna James, author of contemporary stories and I invite you to take a break from everyday life and get lost in a world filled with desire, passion, and romance!

I have been writing for years and was first published in 2010. Since then I have published eight novels / novellas (check out my website for more information www.annajamesromance.com).

I was born in Connecticut and lived there until I was nine years old. My family and I spent the next eleven years living in Williamsville, a suburb just outside of Buffalo, NY. I returned to Connecticut after receiving my Associates degree in Engineering Science and went on to receive a bachelor’s degree in Mechanical Engineering. I continue to live in Connecticut with my husband and children.

I am a romantic at heart and enjoy reading and writing romance novels

My current book, To Love and Trust Again, is the story of Molly Quin:

Three years ago Molly Quin walked out of Dan Berringer’s apartment and told him that she wanted nothing to do with him ever again. Now, after accepting a position with Bennett Engineering, she will have to see Dan every day. Fate could be so cruel! Seeing him again so unexpectedly, she discovered to her chagrin, brought back feelings she thought she’d dealt with a long time ago.

Dan Berringer made a mistake. He’d hurt Molly badly. He wants her back now and will stop at nothing to win her including letting Max McDermott get in his way.

Max McDermott wants Molly Quin. She’s smart, funny and sexy as hell, but he is reluctant to pursue her. He knows Molly is attracted to him too but what about her relationship with Dan Berringer? And is he willing to become involved with someone he works with again?

Follow Molly on her journey as she deals with hurts from the past and her feelings in the present and learns how to love and trust again.

What are you currently working on?

Right now I actually have two stories in the works. One is a traditional contemporary romance and the other contains elements of suspense and intrigue. I am hoping the latter will turn into a series.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Believe in yourself and in your writing. The road to publication is littered with rejection letters (or e-mails as the case may be). If you get rejected find another publisher and / or agent and keep at it until you have a contract!

My blog: www.annajamesromance.com

My facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Anna-James-Author-of-Contemporary-Romance-Novels/129394040447020

My Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/annajames

Twitter: @authorannajames

Happy Reading

 

A Chat with Susan Macatee

Thanks, Cynthia, for hosting me on your blog today!

In my new post Civil War romance release, Cassidy’s War, the heroine, Cassidy Stuart, aspires to attend medical school in an era where female physicians were highly discouraged.

After applying and being rejected from theUniversityofPennsylvaniainPhiladelphia, she applied to a college established just for women to study to be doctors. Although my story is fiction, the college is real and existed in the time period of the story.

Women’s Medical College of Pennsylvania was founded in 1850 inPhiladelphia. Originally, it was known as the Female Medical School of Pennsylvania. This school was the first medical school for women. The school offered its students a respected MD degree. Prior to this women practicing medicine were midwives or trained in the homeopathic methods.

At its start, the college faced much opposition, but gained respectability when a member of the first graduating class, Anne Preston, M.D. founded the Women’sHospitalofPhiladelphia.

One of the founders of Female Medical, Joseph P. Longshore, told the first eight graduating students “this day forms an eventful epoch in the history of your lives, in the history of woman, in the history of the race.”

Longshore, a Quaker, opposed slavery and was a champion of women’s rights. His sister-in-law, Hannah Longshore, was a graduate of the first class and served as a “demonstrator in anatomy.”

The Women’s Hospital of Philadelphia was founded by a group of Quaker woman in 1861, because women were denied access to most forms of hospital training, including surgery. Emeline Horton Cleveland, the first resident of Woman’s Hospital, became one of the first women surgeons in theU.S.and performed major gynecologic procedures.

ThePhiladelphiaandPennsylvaniamedical societies would not admit Women’sMedicalCollegegraduates. Those graduates were even banned from consulting with women physicians.

In 1875, graduates formed an Alumnae Association. By 1895, they had 300 members. These women supported and defended the college during a difficult period. The college expanded in laboratory offerings in the 1890s. The alumnae offered free care to poor women and children, and more “clinical material” to its present students, as well as graduates.

Despite opposition and financial problems, the historic women’s school survived the early 20th century through alumnae support. And this was in an era where other women’s medical schools were closing.

It wasn’t until 1969 that the college was forced to admit male students to ease financial pressures.

Blurb: The Civil War is over, but Cassidy’s War is just beginning.

Cassidy Stuart longs to attend medical school. Training beside her physician father and serving as a nurse during the war have only increased her desire to be a doctor with her own practice. When the man who left her at the altar returns, she’s determined not to let him upset the plans she’s set for herself.

Until his mission is accomplished, George Masters must hide his identity as a Pinkerton agent as he investigates a physician living in George’s former hometown, a short distance from Cassidy’s home. When he finds Cassidy hasn’t married, he hopes he can rekindle their love while trying to protect her and the townsfolk from the evil Dr. Madison.

Can their love be renewed despite the villain’s desire for revenge against them both?

Excerpt:

He propped her against the wall, removed his hat, and lowered his mouth to hers. Before she could utter a protest, his tongue pressed against her lips, trying to push them apart.

She shoved with all her strength. “Dr. Madison! I must insist you take me home. Now!” She struggled to keep her breath even as she watched his smoldering expression grow cold.

He leaned away from her, pushing his hand through his hair, then settled his bowler back on his head. “You must forgive me, Miss Stuart. I should never have taken such liberties. But your beauty has mesmerized me.”

“Please take me home. Now.”

Madisontightened his grip on her wrist. Movement outside the alley drew her startled gasp.

George raced to her side and yankedMadison’s hand from her arm. “Take your hands off her, you filthy scum!”

Madison’s eyes widened. “See here!”

Before he could utter another word, George raised his fist and slammed it into the doctor’s face.

“George, don’t!” Cassidy cried.

George paid no attention. Madison growled and swung at George. He ducked and the doctor swung again, this time connecting with George’s jaw and knocking them both to the ground.

The two wrestled and grunted, rolling around in the dirt.

Cassidy stepped to the edge of the alley, her heart thudding. No pedestrians strolled by. Wringing her hands, she turned back. She had to stop this herself.

“Will you please stop acting like school boys or common ruffians?” She glared at them, hands fisted on her hips.

“I won’t let you hurt Cassie, you pompous ass,” George ground out.

“Looks to me like you already have,”Madisonspat.

George swung and connected with the doctor’s nose.

A loud crunch drew a gasp from Cassidy.

George glanced up, his lip curled upward. He rose to his feet, breathing hard.

Dr. Madison lay flat on his back, cradling his bloodied nose in both hands.

“George Masters!” Cassidy glared into his dark eyes. “Just what are you doing?”

“He—I…” George arched a brow. “He had you alone in a dark alley. What am I supposed to think?”

She lifted her fisted hands to rest on her hips. “So you punched him?”

“Well…he hit me, too.” He rubbed his jaw.

Cassidy’s War available from The Wild Rose Press http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_135&products_id=4729

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Cassidys-War-ebook/dp/B006VX48FS/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1326644295&sr=1-1

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cassidys-war-susan-macatee/1108210226?ean=2940013754980&itm=1&usri=cassidy%27s+war

and All Romance Ebooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-cassidy039swar-672840-158.html

Find out  more about me, read the opening chapters of my new release and learn about my other books at my website: http://susanmacatee.com

An Interview with Jill James

I’m thrilled to have Jill James, author of Tempting Adam, Divorce, Interuppted, and Someone One to Trust.  She will be giving away 2 copies of Divorce, Interrupted Book 1, Second Chances series, so be sure to leave a comment to have a chance to win.

How did you get started writing?

I started writing short stories in the fifth grade. I had a wonderful teacher, Mrs. Whitaker. She said I would be published one day, and here I am.  Once my older daughter was grown and out of the house and my son was in junior high I knew it was my time. I joined RWA and sat down to get serious about writing.

Tell us about your current series.

My series, Second Chances, is set in the fictional town of Lake Willowbee in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. The first two are published and the last one is in the WIP stage right now. When they are done I’ll bundle them and put them into print as well.

What is your typical day like?

I get up at 7 and do email and blogs. After breakfast I write all day with breaks to do housework or errands. By 3 I’m done for the day. In the evening I play on the computer.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I’ve enjoyed it for the most part. It is fun to be in charge, but a lot of work too. Everything about writing for a living has been a learning experience.

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

Do your homework. Read blogs, read advice wherever you find. Read the guide at the publishing platforms. Know what you can do and know what you will need to outsource. I loved learning to format for myself. I hired a cover artist, art is not my forte.

Do you have critique partners?

I have one critique partner. I trust her with my story totally. She knows what I’m going for in my story and she doesn’t change my voice at all. A good CP is priceless.

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

Everyone is fair game. LOL Just kidding, kind of. I do use phrases I hear. Lots of conversations at Starbuck’s are in my books. People say the strangest things in public.

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

When I’m in the middle of a story I won’t read in my subgenre. Almost all my reading is romance. So when I write contemporary I read historical or paranormal. When I write paranormal I’ll read contemporary or even some horror.

Do you write under a pen name?   Why or why not?

Yes, my husband is a cop and he requested it for safety reasons. Kind of had to accept that. I’ve gotten used to my new name. I answer to it at RWA meetings and conferences.

What did you want to be when you were a child?

Did you always know you wanted to be a writer? Actually I wanted to be the first female astronaut. I still remember sitting on the living room floor, watching a black and white TV, and seeing Neil Armstrong step onto the surface of another world. I was hooked. It wasn’t until many years that I realized I didn’t like science enough to be an astronaut.

Please tell my readers a little bit about your book.

Someone To Trust is Book 1 in the Second Chances series. I wanted to write a story with trust, not love, being the ultimate emotion for the heroine to feel for the hero. Evie is a former emotionally abused wife and it takes a lot for Brady to break through her shell and to prove he is trustworthy with her heart, safety, and life.

BIO

Jill has loved to write since she first began putting on puppet shows in her garage for a nickel a person.  Her first love was poetry until she picked up her first romance novel, Lily of the Valley, after that it was all romance.  She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense and paranormal romance.  She is a member of RWA since 2004 and a member of the From the Heart chapter, Black Diamond chapter, Kiss of Death chapter, and ESPAN chapter.  She has been writing romance for a few years with a few poetry contest wins and a published short story, Lunch Break. She lives in Northern California with her husband, the inspiration for all her heroes.

She is a published author with The Wild Rose Press and as an Indie. Her books include Tempting Adam, Divorce, Interrupted, and Someone To Trust.

EXCERPT

Chapter One

“Honey, it’s just a stupid business trip. You would be bored in Oregon.”

“Evie, sweetie. I love you, but you know you aren’t the smartest apple in the bunch.”

“Evie, where in the hell were you? You know you’re not allowed out after dark. Only

women out after dark are whores and sluts.”

Blinking her eyes in the dark bedroom, Evie Grimes shuddered and took deep, cleansing breaths. Her ex-husband wasn’t here. He hadn’t been in her life for five, long, peaceful years now. Her heartbeat slowed, calmed, returned to a normal pace.

She turned on her side, hitting her pillow to relieve the residual tension in her shoulders.

Cold sweat pooled between her breasts. Sighing, Evie glanced at the bedside clock. She refused to get up at four in the morning just because her sadistic ex-husband had invaded her dreams again.

A car’s headlights traveled along the ceiling and she missed the lake even more than usual. Life in the little town wasn’t hectic. But the lake was so peaceful it made the town seem like a metropolis. She needed peace and quiet more and more as the nightmares returned. It was only a matter of time before the calls started up again and she’d be forced to change phone numbers yet again. A step closer to needing to find a new town again, praying it would be the last time.

Tears filled her eyes, rolling down the sides of her face and wetting her hair. He always found her and she always had to move on. Her thoughts ran in circles like a merry-go-round.

She threw off the covers and swung her legs off the bed. Even at four in the morning, the mugginess the day would later carry already filled the air. She strode down the hallway in her T-shirt and panties, all she forced herself to wear in the dog days of August in the sweltering foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

Her footsteps pitter-pattered down the oak flooring of the hallway. The beats of her still-racing  heart pounded in her ears.

She flipped the switch on the wall and the kitchen flooded with light, banishing the not-yet dawn outside and the last dregs of her nightmare. Evie shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself. Thoughts of Mark Trudeau still haunted her.

Her eye started to twitch and she cursed her ex-husband for the millionth time. Grabbing a banana off the counter, she ripped the peel off and jammed it into her mouth, biting it with a snap of her teeth.

She stood at the counter and glared outside. Too early to go open the antiques store, and too late to go back to sleep. Even if she had been able to sleep. Shaking her head, she tossed the banana peel into the garbage and headed back to her bedroom to get dressed. The day was only going to get hotter; she could take advantage of the early hour and go for a run.

Once she was outside breathing in the fresh mountain air she felt her muscles loosen up,

Evie clipped on her ear buds and pushed the volume button on her iPod. The hard rock sounds of AC/DC blared into her ears as she set off down the street leading to the running path behind the houses.

Her long strides ate up the distance. Each pounding thump of her feet on the packed dirt pushed all her troubles far away. Nothing touched her when she ran. Birds flew overhead, flitting from tree to tree. Squirrels and gophers darted across her path, just in front of her. She giggled as a pair of ground squirrels paused on the edge of the path, waiting for her to pass by. A traffic jam, Lake Willowbee-style.

Looking up, all Evie saw was dark hair and blue eyes, just before she slammed into a rock-solid chest. Her breath left in an oomph and she backpedaled to stay on her feet. It didn’t work, as she lost her balance and hit the dirt with her backside.

She glimpsed an outstretched hand as she looked up. Then looked up some more. Seeing a giant towering over her. A shiver ran down her spine. At 5 feet 2 inches, everyone towered over her, but she tried to avoid tall, large men and the one standing over her looked like Paul Bunyan.

A quick glance showed warm, blue eyes and a friendly smile. She steeled her spine and took his hand. Hers was lost in his grasp. As soon as she was back on her feet, she yanked her hand away and stopped herself a nanosecond from wiping it on her sweatpants.

He wasn’t any smaller when she was standing in front of him. Her vision was filled with a tight blue T-shirt and a chest filling every scrap of material to the bursting point. He was—just too much for her to handle. She skittered back a step.

Yanking her ear buds off, Evie became aware of the total silence in the woods. Just the call of birds and the underbrush movements of small animals filled the still air. Her head whipped around. No one but her and the giant in sight. She took another slow step backward, ready to run at the smallest sign of danger from the man in front of her.

“Hey now, it’s okay,” he spoke in a quiet tone so at odds with his size. “I was just bird watching. You came out of nowhere. I tried to say something, but I guess you didn’t hear me with the earphones and stuff.”

She knew that voice. Racking her brain, it came to her. The carpenter working on her sister’s lake-front house. Brady Jackson. A groan escaped her. Here she was acting like he was a mad stalker at her heels and she recognized this man. She’d seen him several times now at the lake house, working on the cabinets.

She glanced at him from beneath her eyelashes. He was handsome, movie star action hero handsome. Dark hair waved in the breeze and framed a strong face. His blue eyes glanced back at her. A smile cut across his face and transformed him from handsome to devastatingly handsome.

Her heart skipped a couple of beats. She hadn’t thought a man was handsome in more years than she cared to count. After Mark’s tyranny, she’d been happy to be blissfully single. As her mom had been thrilled to say, ‘handsome is as handsome does.’ Evie learned the hard way a pretty face could hide a monster.

A ‘How-To’ for Cranking up Your Romance Quotient (Success Guaranteed).

Guest Blog (Maureen Fisher at Cynthia Woolf)

 

Born inScotland, Maureen emigrated to Canada at the tender age of seven. After graduating from university, she convinced the federal government to hire a Fine Arts specialist as a computer programmer. Three years later, Maureen graduated again, this time to full-time homemaker and mom, raising two wonderful sons. Plunging back into the business world, she and her second husband started a management consulting company. This marriage survived because she and her husband pledged never to work on the same project again. Ever.

 

After a century in the consulting world, Maureen grew weary of wearing snappy power suits, squeezing into panty hose, and fighting rush hour traffic. With the help of an energy healer, she made a life-changing decision. She would write books. Not dry, boring, technical treatises, but fresh, funny romantic suspense novels. Maureen is now the author of two sassy romance novels, with a third undergoing the painful gestation process.

 

A ‘How-To’ for Cranking up Your Romance Quotient (Success Guaranteed)

 

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Cindy!  In honor of Valentine’s Day, this blog entry is my gift to all women who wish to crank up the romance quotient in their relationships. At the risk of sounding immodest, the advice I’m about to impart today is so simple, yet so brilliant, I expect to be awarded a significant humanitarian award. Like the Nobel Peace Prize. Or the Order of Canada. Or the coveted Above-and-Below-the-Sheets Romance Upgrade Award.

 

Seriously!

 

At this very moment, throngs of men are in a state of panic, not to mention despair, having left their purchase of a Valentine’s Day gift until the last possible moment. We don’t know what causes this unspeakable madness. Performance anxiety? Selective amnesia? An expectation that someone will cancel Valentine’s Day and he’ll be off the hook this year? Reasons abound. They vary from man to man, and they are irrelevant. But I digress. Whatever the cause, I’ve seen many a dude, his eyes glinting with desperation, manly brow beaded with driblets of sweat, scouring jewelery stores, candy counters, and lingerie racks in a frenzied quest for the perfect Valentine’s Day gift, one that will scream romance to his lady-love.

 

Please don’t get me wrong. I enjoy receiving diamonds, chocolate, and edible panties (‘Strawberry Passion’ rocks) as much as the next woman. Hey, I would kill for a Tanzanite pendant and matching earrings. I am not, I repeat, NOT advocating we scrap the lavish gift-giving ritual. Nevertheless, I contend that there’s more to demonstrating romance than a 20-pound Lady Godiva gift tower. To put my money where my mouth is, I will share with you the secret for injecting more romance into your relationship, both in and out of the bedroom:

 

Every man must learn what makes a woman tick.

 

Yes, folks, it really is that simple.

 

Since the beginning of time, we women have struggled, sadly with limited success, to instill more romance into our relationships. The good news is, the failure is not our fault. Seriously. The key to living the romantic dream nestles in the capable, not to mention long-fingered, sensitive, well-manicured, sinewy, and delightfully work-roughened hands of our romantically-challenged main squeeze. Think, for example, how wonderful it would be if our man grasped that overt ogling of the waitresses at Hooters was an unconditional no-no; how delightful if our man embraced our hormone-whipped mood swings with a hug, reassuring words, and an offer to clean the toilets; how glorious if our man listened with unfeigned interest to our frustrations, hurts, and complaints—without offering advice on how we should handle the situation; how totally sublime if our man memorized all our most sensitive spots and lavished attention on each and every of them. Frequently. Gently but firmly. The way we love most.

 

Okay, so I sense skepticism. How, you ask, can we impart this knowledge to our menfolk without indulging in mind-melding or nasty threats involving sharp implements? In the interest of female solidarity, I’m willing to share my mind-blowing ‘how-to’ secret:

 

Introduce the love of your life to romance fiction.

 

Okay, so I’m taking the high road and ignoring the eye-rolls. Bear with me. To achieve this goal, I have devised an Action Plan containing Tasks, Sub-Tasks, and Milestones.

 

The first task is sneaky. It exploits men’s love of logic. This is where you explain to him that romance novels provide unlimited opportunities for a man to plumb the depths (so to speak) of the mysterious world of Venus. In the process, he might even reach new insight into Martians. How, I ask you, can any man in his right mind resist unveiling the feminine mystique–what we love, what we hate, what turns us on, what turns us off, in short, what makes us tick?

 

Once you reach the first milestone (his buy-in that romance novels offer men untold benefits), it’s time to implement task two. Take a deep breath and drop a hint that, going forward (that’s man-speak, required to indicate you’re on his wave-length), his enlightenment will cause those Gates of Paradise to open more often. And bingo! He’s riveted by the bait of abundant sex. You’ve achieved the second milestone.

 

At this point, you must advance quickly to task three. Tap into his competitive streak by recounting your recurring fantasy of a man sprawled in an airport chair, legs crossed, waiting for his flight, briefcase and laptop at his feet—a manly man, a hunk who is truly comfortable in his own skin, a studmuffin who is dabbing the tears in his eyes, a hottie who has discarded his business report on financial trends in favor of the latest Nora Roberts bestseller. Assure him that at the end of the day (more man-speak), only real men read romance.

 

If you’ve done your job properly, you’ll soon hear him beg for Cynthia Woolf’s new western romance, or Maureen Fisher’s paranormal, or even romances by lesser-known authors like Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Lori Foster. Simply hand your dude the mushiest romance novel you can find, place a box of tissues within easy reach, and give him space to do the rest.

 

Mission accomplished! I offer you a transformed man who understands women inside and out. A man who knows what to do to and how to do it to crank up the romance quotient.

 

Seriously!

 

Or you can stick with the tried but true approach—a gift, dinner, mushy card, and celebratory sex. Either way is an excellent choice.

 

I wish you a fabulous Valentine’s Day, and would love for you to share the most memorable Valentine’s Day gift you received.

 

Please feel free to visit my blog for more nonsense such as ‘A Tummy-Taming Teddy and a Thigh Toner’ at http://booksbymaureen.com/?p=1449

 

Maureen Fisher’s Books

 

The Jaguar Legacy http://amzn.com/B005L40LX6  is an award-winning romance written in the tradition of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (with steamy romance), The Jaguar Legacy is strong enough for a man … but written for a woman.

 

 

Take one lost city deep in Mexican jungles, sprinkle with occult energy.
Add one sassy reporter on a quest for an exposé.
Combine with a generous helping of brilliant Scottish archaeologist who hates the press.
Throw in a dollop of vengeful ex-wife and a pinch of mysterious shaman who pursues ancient powers.
Stir until well combined, place in pressure cooker, and stand back from the fireworks.
Beware of shapeshifting and past life flashbacks.

Despite baffling panic attacks that devastated her career, journalist Charley Underhill barges in on a Mexican archaeological dig, bent on sniffing out a juicy exposé that will restore her reputation and earn enough money for her mother’s life-saving treatment. Haunted by past betrayals, Dr. Alistair Kincaid isn’t about to let a smart-mouthed reporter leak word of his latest discovery, an ancient Olmec city, to the press. A battle of wills and wits ensues. Soon, strands from a past life intertwine with the present, drawing the couple into a vortex of danger, romance, and chilling evil. Torn between redeeming her soul and betraying the man she loves, Charley faces impossible choices.

 

Fur Ball Fever http://amzn.com/B005LIALVE is a romantic crime mystery spiked with attitude (most of it warped), tons of humor, and enough steamy sex to drive those who dare read it racing for a cold shower.

 

After a lifetime of impetuous mistakes, pet spa owner Grace Donnelly outdoes herself when she loses her elderly client’s prize pooch—a shoo-in to win the annual Fur Ball. Money, careers, and lives are in jeopardy. Too bad her helpers consist of an aging hippie aunt, a renegade schnauzer, and a drag queen. Worst of all, the only man truly qualified to help is her former flame, the hunkiest bodyguard north of theMason-Dixon Line.

 

Private safety specialist Nick Jackson has his own pressing agenda: to nail the phony televangelist who pulled a retirement residence scam and whacked a witness. To salvage his case, his sanity, and his ex-lover’s velvety skin, Nick joins forces with the sassy crusader who rubs him the wrong way—and so many right ways too.

 

Hazards soon multiply like bunnies, exploding into romance, murder, and mayhem, culminating in a Fur Ball extravaganza the locals will never forget.

 

Read more about Maureen Fisher and her books at http://booksbymaureen.com

Excerpt of Kill Shot by J D Faver

Hi Cindy! Thanks so much for hosting me today. I appreciate being invited into your worlds. I write contemporary mysteries and romance. I’m sharing with your readers an excerpt from Kill Shot, one of my recent releases in romantic suspense.

I will be giving a free download of Kill Shot as well as a Bad Girls Need Love Too…tee shirt in a choice of size ( small to extra-large) to one lucky person who leaves a comment.

Kill Shot is a reunion story about two people who grew up in the same neighborhood and were sweethearts through school. But my heroine, Micki Vermillion, decided she wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps and have a career in photography instead of being the stay-at-home wife the hero expected her to be. “Oz” Osmond follows his dream and becomes a cop while Micki is following hers, but when someone shoots the windows out of her car, the first person she calls is Oz. Their reunion is not the smoothest, with both of them being cautious and reluctant to reopen old wounds.

This scene takes place after Micki has been attacked for a second time in her apartment and Oz, her ex-boyfriend, is on the scene with other police and emergency personnel.

Kill Shot excerpt:

 

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“I’m fine,” she said. “Just let me get up.”

Oz loomed over her, his brows drawn together. “You’re not fine. Shut up, lay down and let them examine you.” He looked worried as opposed to angry. He stepped away and an ambulance attendant took her blood pressure while another blinded her by shining a flashlight in her eyes.

Micki stared up at the ceiling in her entryway, following the bright haloes of light echoing off her retinas. “How did you get here? I specifically didn’t call you.”

One of the EMT’s hailed Oz. “I think she’s talking to you, Officer.”

He glowered down at her. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“You told me not to. I didn’t even have a chance to call nine-one-one.”

“I think she’s delirious, sir,” the young EMT said.

Oz grunted. “No, she’s always confusing. One of your neighbors called nine-one-one and dispatch cross-referenced your name to the shooting in the park.” He let out a sigh. “Does it make any difference how I got the call? I’m here now.”

Micki raised her hand to her throbbing head, tentatively touching the area close to her eye. “Ouch! What’s wrong with me?”

“Don’t ever give me a straight line like that.” Oz squatted down to her level. “You have what is referred to as a mouse. A real shiner.”

“A black eye! He hit me. Yes, I remember.” The tissue around her eye was swollen and tender.

“You saw your attacker?”

“Clearly.” She glimpsed movement at the periphery of her vision and swiveled her head. An officer scooped debris off her floor.  “Oh, just look at my apartment,” she wailed. “The computer! He smashed my computer.”

“It’s okay, Micki. It was just a computer.” Oz sounded reasonable, but he had no idea of the enormity of her loss.

“That computer is my business. I use it to print and store picture files.” She struggled to get up, but several pairs of hands restrained her. “Please, I…I have to see.”

Oz nodded and lifted her to her feet. She swayed dizzily for a few moments, reeling from the carousel spinning in her head and from the carnage around her.  Several people, including two uniformed officers were examining the items strewn on the floor.

“My stuff is so trashed,” she wailed. “Oh, noooo! He took the memory card out of the USB port.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Oz tried to hold her steady.

“I left the memory card from my camera in the port to the computer. It holds three hundred shots and it was full. It had the pictures I shot yesterday.”

Oz lowered her onto the gurney. “I was wrong. She’s delirious. Take her to the hospital and don’t let her walk until I have personally come to question her.”

“Oz!”

The EMTs strapped her to the gurney and raised the legs, sending a pounding pain to her head.

“Oz!”

“I can’t hear you. Go with these trained professionals and be nice.”

“My camera! That guy took my camera.”

Oz stopped the gurney. “What camera?”

“He jerked the new camera case off my shoulder. I just rented it. Oh freakin’ great! What else can happen?”

“Don’t ask.” He stared hard into her eyes and rested his hand on her forehead for a moment. “I’ll see you at the hospital.”

The problem with having a big, hunky, alpha-male ex- boyfriend is that he always thinks he knows what’s best for you and that he has the right to impose his views on you. Micki considered the pros and cons of the situation as she was being loaded into the ambulance.

Someone shot at her and now someone had broken into and trashed her apartment. Clearly, the two acts were connected and the shooting wasn’t random as she had hoped.

With the wail of a siren adding another dimension to the pain throbbing in her head, the ambulance transported Micki to Saint Andrew’s Hospital at mid-town, where radiology scanned her head as though it contained hidden treasure.

A haggard-looking young doctor came into her cubicle to examine her. He appeared to have been on duty longer than his allotted shift. A scraggly beard sprouted from his chin and the front of his scrubs had a fresh spatter of something Micki didn’t want to think about.

His smudged glasses had slipped to the end of his nose. He frowned at her over the rims. “It says here I’m not to release you until an Officer Osmond comes to pick you up. Are you under arrest?”

Micki groaned. “I need to go home. Someone broke into my place. Even now, people are tromping all over my stuff.” She was nodding her head, but each movement brought a shower of pain like mini fireworks going off behind her eyes.

The doctor nodded too, giving her a pill to calm her down and another one for pain. He instructed her to continue lying down with an icepack on her bruised face. The cubicle was curtained off from the rest of the ER and before she knew it she’d fallen asleep.

At some point during the time she slept, Oz appeared. She heard his deep voice as he talked to the doctor, although she couldn’t force her eyes to open.

“How did you get her to stay?” Oz asked.

“I gave her something to help her relax.”

“You doped her?” Oz gave a snort of laughter. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

The voices faded and she slept for several hours. When she awoke she’d been transferred to a room. Oz was sitting beside the bed.

“Where am I?” she asked.

“We’re in the observation unit. The doc didn’t want to admit you so he’s just looking at you.”

“What are you doing here?” She struggled to sit up.

A smile tweaked the corners of his mouth. “I’m looking at you too.” He raised the head of the bed with the remote.

She felt groggy and disoriented. “I feel worse than before. What was in the pills he gave me? I didn’t sign any papers for treatment.”

Dark eyes devoured her; challenged her. “I did. I told them you were my wife. Are you going to sue me?”

“Jerk.”

“Good to see you’re back to normal.”

“I need to go home.”

“I’ll take you home.” He pushed the call system and a voice asked what they needed. “She’s awake. Tell the doc to release her.”

Micki folded her arms and glared at Oz. “Do you always get everything you want?”

He shot her a dark glance as he left the cubicle. “Not everything.”

A Nurse Aide entered and helped her find her shoes.

She was forced to ride in a wheel chair to the front entrance where Oz waited for her. It was already dark.

How long was I asleep? What’s happening at my place? She squinted at Oz, still dizzy and lightheaded.

He helped her into the passenger seat and belted her in before silently easing the car into gear.

When they pulled out from under the portico, a light rain was falling. It looked golden in the street lights and made the roads appear black and oily.

Her head throbbed rhythmically in time to the windshield wipers.

Oz drove silently, glancing at her from time to time.

She pulled down the mirror behind the visor and observed her battered image. “Pretty scary.” She touched the bruised area on her cheekbone and the half-circle below her eye. “It looks like I missed with the eye shadow.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“Oh, that makes me feel so much better.” She shut the mirror with a snap. “Hey! This isn’t the way to my place.”

“I said I was taking you home. My home.”

A swarm of butterflies flew formations in her chest. “Oz, I can’t stay at your place.”

He pulled into the underground parking at his apartment and found his assigned space. He switched off the ignition and turned in his seat to face her.

“I’m only going to say this once and I don’t want any argument.” He gazed at her solemnly, letting the effects of his words sink in.

Micki bit back the retort that sprang to mind and nodded her head.

“Someone is after you. He shot at you and he punched you in the face. He ransacked your place and destroyed your property. He took your camera bag. I will not let him get to you again. Got that?”

The significance of his words caused a shiver to run down her spine. She nodded again, feeling like a king-sized bobble head. “But…” She started to protest but he laid a finger on her lips to silence her.

“You’re going to stay with me, because I’m the meanest son-of-a bitch around and I’ll take care of you. I know you don’t want to be taken care of, especially by me, but that’s the way it’s going to be.”

She swallowed the tangle of razor wire at the back of her throat.

Oz held her gaze. His face wore the ‘Take no prisoners’ expression.

She nodded silently and moistened her dry lips.

Oz seized upon her gesture. He gazed at her mouth hungrily before expelling a long breath and getting out of the car. He slammed his door a lot harder than necessary.

Where did he get off ordering her around like a child? She lolled against the headrest as Oz rounded the car and wrenched her door open.

Micki was vaguely aware that the drugs she’d been given were influencing her compliance as she allowed Oz to draw her from the vehicle and tuck her under his arm.

Being smushed against him wasn’t so bad. Her face hurt, her legs were leaden, her head pounded and she was emotionally drained from her trauma-inducing adventures. Yet, it wasn’t so bad having Oz put his arm around her.

She stumbled against him and he swept her up into his arms. Her whole body stiffened for a nanosecond. She had to protest. He was taking too much for granted. She should stop him right here and now.

She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. It felt so good to be held, to be borne like a child, like when her daddy had carried her up to her bed. She was excruciatingly tired. A little sleep would be good.

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Interview with Allison Merritt

Please welcome Allison Merritt to our blog today.  One lucky commentor will win a copy of a book, so please leave a comment..

How did you get started writing?

I’ve been writing since childhood, but in middle school I made up my mind to be a writer after one of my friends declared she was going to be a writer. She moved on, but it stuck with me. A few years ago I took a break from it, but eventually the need to tell stories came back to me and here I am.

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

I started out writing historical romances and a contemporary romance, but lately with the interest in steampunk and the glow cast by movies like Sherlock Holmes, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Jonah Hex, I really wanted to get into writing some fantasy/adventure/steampunk romances. It’s so exciting to put a different twist on the past.

  1. Tell us about your current series.

The Treasure Hunter’s Lady is an fantasy/steampunk romance about a fiery British adventurer’s daughter and a brash Texas cowboy who have to find a legendary jewel in order to save the lives of people who are dear to them. They don’t intend to fall in love because she believes he’s after the treasure to sell it to the highest bidder and he thinks she’s a giant pain in the butt, but as they face a journey to the Dakota Territories, evil henchmen, a band of Indians and a mythical serpent, they learn they can’t live without each other.

  1. What movie best describes your life?  Why?

It might sound funny, but I like to relate my life to a horse movie like Seabiscuit or Secretariat. You always see these horses that grow to be champions after they have a rough start or life throws them a curve, but they bounce back to win a race. I like to think that with the ups and downs life gives me, I’ll manage to break from the pack and win by a dozen lengths, but heck, I’ll be happy to win by a nose too.

  1. What inspired your latest book?

I was working on a historical romance set in Australia when I started researching aboriginal myths. I read one about a god called the Rainbow Serpent, who created the world and controlled the waterways. Originally The Treasure Hunter’s Lady was set in Australia, but I had a hard time selling it to agents and publishers, so I revised it to set it in America. I had to research additional myths to supplement the plot line and change so many things. It has an entirely different ending than the first draft, but every second of revisions was worth the ending it has now.

  1. What is your favorite part of writing?

The adventure of not knowing where the characters will end up. That and writing the dialogue. I like my characters with a lot of spark and clashing personalities at first, so they keep me entertained.

  1. What is your least favorite part of writing?

Editing. I’ll look at a manuscript until my eyes cross and still miss little details.

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

My next project is a novel called The Sky Pirate’s Wife. I started writing it during NaNoWriMo in 2010 and am working on a second draft of it now. I hope to have it out by fall 2012 or early 2013.

  1. What is your typical day like?

Work, work, work. I’m a full-time cataloger at my county library, so I’m always surrounded by books. There’s plenty of time at the circulation desk too, so I often take the opportunity to write—by hand, which I later type out. Then I go home and I might go out with my husband to dinner or we’ll stay in and watch a movie. I also do critiques in the evenings and work on the Sky Pirate’s Wife.

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

I always try to mention it in the afternoons on Twitter. I heard someone say more people are active in the afternoons, therefore more likely to take a chance on something they haven’t seen or read before. I keep people posted on Facebook too when I’ve just put something up and I blog two-three times a week and hopefully people are getting the message there too.

I have pretty good friends on Facebook and in my local writer’s group. They can always be counted on to buy and spread the word when I have something out. You can never have too many friends eager to pass you along. I hope some of the purchases have been made when a reader stumbled along through my blog. I’d like to think I can hook ’em that way.

  1. How has your experience with self-publishing been?

So far things have been pretty slow, though they’re starting to pick up. I have two short stories up besides The Treasure Hunter’s Lady. The contemporary one is free at Smashwords and I’m pleased with the downloads. The other is a western and I think people aren’t really into westerns these days.

I love the control self-publishing allows me. I decide what the covers look like, I decide when to publish, it’s very freeing.

 

  1. Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

I’ve loved stories about the Old West since I was a teenager, so the ideas for the steampunks sort of stem from that—making up the technology for this is much harder. The historicals are the same way, I read a lot of Louis L’Amour and Leigh Greenwood with their great tales about the men and women who forged paths and took chances on love. The contemporaries are usually spur of the moment type stories, both of the shorts I have out now that are contemporary just popped into my head.

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

I really wondered if I could do it. I’m not very tech-savvy and I’m very shy, so I worry that people think I’m cramming my stories down their throats when I advertise them on my Facebook fanpage and my Twitter account. But when I sat down to learn how to format, just out of simple curiosity more than anything else, I was amazed at how easy it was. If you have a document that you can work with as you read the instructions for formatting (I started with Mark Coker’s e-book about how to format for Smashwords), then you can work on it step-by-step. I’m very visual, so that worked well for me. I also made the cover of The Treasure Hunter’s Lady, which wasn’t too difficult, but a little more frustrating. I recommend getting someone to make a cover for you if you can afford it. I still agonize over my font colors. If you have the knowledge and a good work and the determination to put it all together, don’t hesitate. There are so many people willing to help you if you network a lot and take advantage of that. You’ll never know what you can accomplish if you hide your stories in the closet and worry that you won’t be a success.

Interview and excerpt by Linda Andrews

I’m very lucky to have science fiction writer and my friend Linda Andrews with us today.  Linda will be giving away a copy of her book to one lucky commenter, so leave a comment for a chance to win.!

How did you get started writing?

I got started in writing the same way many authors do. I read. A lot. When I’m on a break from writing, I can read two small books a day or one large book plus start another book. I would go to the library every couple of weeks and take home stacks of books. Then one day, I noticed my favorite lines were disappearing. So I made up my own stories. In my head, of course. Until one day, my husband challenged me to write them down. I hate writing. It’s hard and I knew that going in. But I love a challenge and so I wrote. That book will never see the light of day. But the next one was published.

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

I do what every smart writer should avoid. I write in multiple genres. At first, I stuck to romance. But even then I was all over the map. My first published book was an historical, Ghost of a Chance with a ghost as a secondary character. My second was a contemporary with the magic of Christmas. Then I branched out into fantasy romances which inevitably led to SciFi romances that got darker and darker, until I leapt into horror and apocalyptic fiction and receded into Urban SciFi. Because writing is still a challenge to me, I have to be really excited about the story–hence the genre jumping. The moral of the story is that I didn’t pick the genres, they picked me.

Tell us about your current series.

Blue Maneuver is the start of an Urban SciFi series. What is an Urban SciFi? Well, I did kinda make the term up, but in short it is about extraterrestrials here on Earth. Oh, it gets better. Because I love conspiracies and there are plenty of documentary series about UFOs, I incorporated much of them into the series. And did I mention that many of the extraterrestrials are human? There’s also a minimum of technology used and it’s in disguise so you won’t see a laser pistol. However, you might see a key fob that shoots lasers. I do love my tech.

What movie best describes your life?  Why?

That’s a tough one. Since I watch a lot of horror movies, I’m glad my life doesn’t resemble any of those. Or has there been any zombies… Although, I haven’t been getting much sleep lately and my kids aren’t exactly morning people. Hmm, I’d have to say Miracle on 34th Street. Sappy I know. But I can be somewhat narrow-minded but my husband keeps me grounded as do my children. They also allow me to dream and share theirs with me. But most of all, I have my personal Santa who helps me get the things that are really important, like our current house—which sold 3 times but each one fell through until we were able to make an offer on it. Of course, I do believe in Santa. My husband just tells me he loves me which is code for: I won’t have you locked up.

What inspired your latest book?

Between the overindulgence of ancient alien theories, I watched a documentary that hinted that modern humans may have been on the planet for more than a million years. That’s a long time to be pounding rock. Heck, 53,000 years is a long time to pound rocks. So I got to thinking—what if we weren’t pounding rocks and picking lice off each other for all that time. What if we had left the planet multiple times in the past before the civilizations imploded? And what if Atlantis was one of those civilizations? And what if those space-faring humans wanted to come home again? And so a story was born.

What is your favorite part of writing?

Coming up with the idea for a story. Then it’s all in the dream stage, no fumbling for words, no trying to transcribe the images inside my head.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Filling in the blank page. I love editing, hammering at those words to get them just write, but putting them on the paper with that blinking cursor taunting me, can be a bit intimidating. To overcome it, I sometimes write with my eyes closed. Which can be disastrous is my fingers are one the wrong keys.

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

Ah, I have so many. I am currently seeking an editor for two of my SciFi romance novels. They are part of a series which is set in space—sleeping beauty is awakened by a cyborg Knights Templar. I currently have to finish up a PNR comedy set around Valentine’s Day due out next year. But the next thing I’ll be writing is the second book in my apocalyptic series, Redaction—complete with nuclear meltdown.

What is your typical day like?

I roll out of bed about 4:30 to feed the cats and walk the dog. Then it’s a shower and dressing for work. I eat breakfast while checking emails and book sales/reviews. Off to twitter and FB to see if I’ve come up with something clever to say or respond to. Then I drive to work—where it’s more emails, then depending on the day I’m working on my instrument, crunching data, cleaning glassware and my labs, or performing my chemical extractions. Occasionally, I jot down ideas in a notebook for my story. During my breaks/lunch I haul out the ipad and pound out a scene. Then it’s back to reviewing data, entering data and reading journals, if there’s time. After I swing by and pick up my son, I head home where I put dinner on then make a quick walk around the park or sweep the pool and check on the plants. After dinner, I sit at the computer, check emails and sales, write some more while listening to songs on YouTube. Then if it’s Tuesdays or Thursdays, I stop at seven pull out my scrapbooking or quilting stuff and craft for an hour. At eight, I help my daughter with homework and do the dishes plus assorted chores. Then I’ll check emails or write just a smidge more before shutting down the computer and going to be at 9. Glamorous I know.

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

I spend about two hours promoting, but it’s not all about me and my works. I try to visit my favorite blogs and when an author I know is blogging on another site, I stop by and comment, sometimes even buy the book. I’ll do reviews for books that I can rate 3 stars or higher, but I won’t score lower just because I understand how much work goes into creating one. I also retweet things of interest and let my followers know if an author I love is blogging and/or offering a giveaway. As for what works, I haven’t a clue. I just decided to do a blog tour. The first couple months I set up myself. The next couple, I’m going through a service. So we’ll see how that works in spreading the word about my books.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I’ve been very fortunate to fall in with a bunch or Indie pubs that approach it with professionalism and a long term approach (Thanks Bella Streetfor the introduction). I’ve learned a lot from them and they are very supportive. Even though my husband hasn’t read my stuff, he’s extremely supportive of everything I do. My family and friends are the same, plus there’re my fellow writers through my local RWA chapter. I’m never alone which says a lot because writing is a solitary business.

Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

Everywhere! My brain is one giant index file that is constantly cross referencing things and spitting out ideas. I faithfully record them in a notebook. Most I won’t get back to but a few have actually seen the light of day—Redaction was a story 10 years in the making.

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

Know your craft, thicken your skin and find others like you. Plus, my favorite, never stop learning.

Do you have critique partners?

I used to have 9. Now I’m down to 3. That’s not counting family who also critique my works but they’re more beta readers.

What is your favorite dessert/food?

Red Devil pepperoni pizza. It’s thin crust with a tangy tomato sauce, just enough cheese and pepperoni so no one has to fight over it. Okay, now I’m starting to drool.

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

Pretty likely. My characters are a bit like Frankenstein’s monsters. They’re pieces kulled from many people. Rae, my heroine in Blue Maneuver, started with my critique partner Kim—she’s an accountant and doesn’t really like scifi. From that, she grew piece by piece until she became the character she is now.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

The extraterrestrials have landed, and they’re human. The only thing preventing Earth from becoming a battlefield is an unemployed accountant and her Smartphone.

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

Rae doesn’t believe in aliens nor is she tech savvy. The perfect heroine for a scifi novel, wouldn’t you say?  Her compassion is her strength—she does genuinely care from those around her, even the icky looking aliens. But the compassion also makes her weak as she wants everyone to be happy. Except those trying to kill her, of courseJ

Here is the blurb:

The extraterrestrials have landed and they’re human.

Rae Hemplewhite didn’t believe in aliens until a close encounter with out-of-this-world technology drags her into the extraterrestrial security program. Helping alien refugees adjust to life on Earth is difficult enough, but her first clients have a price on their heads. Plus, her new partner seems torn between the urge to kiss her or kill her.

And that’s the good news.

The bad news: Alliances are forming in deep space. If Rae doesn’t keep her witnesses alive long enough to transfer their top secret information to the right faction of humanity, Earth will become a battlefield.

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For those who would like to follow my tour, I’ll be at Sapphire Phelan‘s talking about Rae’s vow not to swear on Monday and talking about the two men in Rae’s life on Tracy Sumner’s blog, Friday the 10th .

 

Interview with Margaret Daley

I’m very pleased to have Margaret Daley with me today.  She will be giving away a copy of her book to one lucky commentor, so please leave a comment for a chance to win.

1.    How did you get started writing?

I have been writing for over thirty years. I was an avid reader of romances, especially historical ones, years ago and decided to see if I could put a story down on paper. This was before the computer was popular. I wrote my first books by longhand then typed them. So different from today.

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

I started out in the secular market writing romances, mostly contemporary with a couple of historical ones. Then in 2000 I sold my first book to Harlequin’s inspirational line (Love Inspired) and made the shift to writing Christian romances (and romantic suspense books). I love writing for that market, but I have decided to re-release some of my older books as ebooks. I’m updating them and making a few changes then self-publishing them.

3.    Tell us about your current series.

My first out of print I’m reissuing is Deadly Race, a romance with a suspense/adventure element to it. The next one is Love Gone to the Dogs, a light contemporary romance with a zany cast of characters. I have several more after that.

4.   What movie best describes your life?  Why?

The movies I watch are usually suspense/thrillers. Thankfully my life does not reflect those movies. Truthfully I can think of one.

5.    What inspired your latest book?

My latest book is Deadly Race. It was written originally years ago, but what inspired the story are movies like Romancing the Stone. Fun, suspenseful, romantic.

6.    What is your favorite part of writing?

Coming up with the story and putting it all together.

7.    What is your least favorite part of writing?

Rewriting and rewriting.

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

My next self-published work is Love Gone to the Dogs which I hope will be out by the time this blog goes up. Then I will be working on the book, The Lady and the Cop.

9.    What is your typical day like?

I write most of the day, especially when I’m under contract. I do a lot of my interviews, answering emails, etc at night.

10.    How much time do you spend promoting your books?

What works best for you? I’m spending more and more time on promoting and I don’t know what works best for me. I suppose the most important thing an author can do is write the best book she can. I answer emails and letters sent to me and try to have a presence on several social media places.

11.  How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I’ve just started and have a lot to learn.

12.  Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

From everywhere. A lot of time I don’t really know. They just occur.

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

Learn the craft, write the best book you can and then learn how to promote yourself. I wish you all good luck

Excerpt:

When you’re desperate, you do things you’d never do otherwise, Ellie Winters thought as she spied the neon sign that might possibly lead to her salvation. American Bar, Hotel Grande Costa.

Dressed in a blue satin jump suit, she paused in the doorway to the bar and glanced over her shoulder to see if those two goons—King Kong and Godzilla—were still following her. They were. Her heart beat faster. Her throat went dry. This wasn’t turning out the way it was supposed to.

Her new job was supposed to be an adventure in a country she’d never been to. Instead, she felt trapped and that frightened her enough to seek help from a total stranger. Now all she had to do was find that stranger.

Ellie moved farther into the room, scanning the dimly lit bar. She had to come up with a way out of this mess. Calling the police was out of the question, since her employer was best friends with the chief of police, and frankly right now she didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself than she already had. That was what got her into this mess in the first place. That, and the fact she was too curious for her own good.

When she heard a deep male voice, low and gruff, but definitely speaking English, her gaze fixed on a fellow American sitting at a table with another man, talking earnestly to his companion. The second man rose, said something she couldn’t hear to the American and left.

Her hand came up to touch the brooch she wore for good luck. For just a few seconds she allowed herself to feel relieved and thought finally things would work out for her. But when she saw the two goons enter the bar, her newfound optimism faltered. With a quick glance around the place, she drew in a deep breath and made her move toward the American.

“Finally I’ve found someone who speaks English,” Ellie said in a breathless voice. “You know everyone around Bella Isla speaks Spanish.”

Surprised, the man just looked at her.

* * *

Slade Calvert glanced about him, wondering if this woman had mistaken him for someone else, and noticed more than one man in the bar was covetously staring at her. Her startling beauty commanded men’s attention when she entered a room.

The woman sat in the vacant chair at his table. “You don’t mind if I join you?” Her big, blue eyes appealed to him as she leaned forward and extended her hand to him. “I’m Eleanor Winters, fellow American. But you can call me Ellie. Everyone does. I’ve just been away from home too long and I hardly speak the local language. Of course, not from want of trying, but I just don’t have an ear for foreign languages. Next time I’m going to a place where they speak English. Although that was exactly why I was hired to teach English, not Spanish. I have a friend who is a travel agent, and she said I wouldn’t have any problem getting my ideas across.”

Probably her friend was banking on some man not caring what she said, Slade thought as he took in the woman sitting across from him at the suddenly very small table. The soft scent of vanilla wafted to him. “I’m Slade Calvert.” A few minutes’ diversion wouldn’t harm him, and he could appreciate a beautiful woman as much as the next man. Like any healthy, red-blooded male it was hard to resist one when she practically sat in his lap.

The waitress appeared at her side, and Ellie immediately said, “I’ll take a rum punch with a little umbrella and a pineapple slice in it.” She indicated an umbrella and pineapple slice with her fingers. “It’s so …” she waved her hand in the air as though searching for the right word, “so tropical. I feel when you go to a foreign country you should do what the locals do. Don’t you think?” She didn’t give him time to answer but continued her chatter, bending even closer as though to impart a secret. “I think you should blend in when you’re traveling abroad.”

This woman would blend in about as well as a neon light in the dead of night, Slade thought, and gave their order to the waitress in Spanish.

When he returned his appraising gaze to the woman sitting next to him, he was struck again with the one fact that overrode all others: she was drop-dead gorgeous. A mass of silver-blonde curls framed her delicately featured face. Her sky blue eyes were fringed in dark lashes that made her eyes appear large. Her figure was voluptuous, not disguised one bit in her satiny jump suit.

* * *

Ellie shifted beneath this man’s suddenly sharp, probing gaze, crossing her legs then uncrossing them. She had latched onto the nearest American male, praying he would be easy to manage; she was definitely having second thoughts about this one. Even though he was sitting down, she could tell he was over six feet tall and his body was in superb physical condition, as revealed by the white short sleeve shirt that didn’t conceal his muscles. But what arrested her the most about this stranger was his hard, rugged features, a firm jaw line, piercing, jade green eyes, a nose that had been broken at least once, and a tiny scar beneath his left eye. She wondered how he had acquired it.

Inwardly she shivered. “I just love those little drinks with all the fruit in them. If you’re going to drink, you might as well get some nutritional value, don’t you think?” Why she ordered a rum punch was beyond her. She didn’t drink alcohol, but then she’d been so nervous when she’d spied the two men making their way into the bar right behind her, she hadn’t thought about what she was saying.

“If you want nutrition, drink milk.”

“Milk is good, too, and definitely nutritional. After all, that’s what babies are raised on the first months of their lives, but I doubt they have milk in here.” She always chattered when she was nervous and boy, was she nervous. Slanting a look over her shoulder at King Kong and Godzilla, Ellie noticed the two goons had taken a table near her. Her heart slammed against her chest. Why had she accepted the governess job? Look where it had gotten her. All she had wanted to do was see the world. Ellie leaned even closer to the American, keeping her voice pitched low so the two goons couldn’t hear. “Why are you in Bella Isla?”

“Business.”

“Oh, what kind?” Bodyguard would be good.

“I work for a computer company. Why are you in Bella Isla? You said something about teaching English to two children.”

A computer nerd? How was that going to help her? “Yes, I took a governess job here because I heard the beaches were great here. But there are so many soldiers around you can’t even get to them. What a disappointment. I should have tanned by now and just look at me. Pale as a ghost.” She didn’t add that the real reason she hadn’t tanned was that she had been a virtual prisoner at her employer’s villa. She needed this man’s help, and she didn’t want to scare him away, even if he sat in front of a computer all day. At least he was American.

“Lady, do you know a revolution is about to break loose here?”

“I’m sure they’ll get everything straightened out. Fighting is such a waste of time.” And right now she couldn’t deal with a revolution when she was sure her employer had sent two men to find her and follow her. She wondered when Godzilla and King Kong would make their move and seize her. The feeling of being trapped escalated.

The Nerdy Hero by Tracy Sumner

I’m the chick who loved the smartest boy in class. Glasses and a stunned look on his face, remember him? The brainiac.

The brainiac who turns out to be the hottest guy at your ten-year high school reunion.

What is it that we love about the sexy nerd?

Perhaps we like the fact that there is often angst beneath the calm. I like diving into the thought processes of the intelligent hero and understanding how deep thinking changes the way he interacts with the heroine. And what a surprise when these men turn out to be as wicked as their Alpha counterparts!

Noah Garrett, the hero of TIDES OF LOVE, is a sexy nerd all the way. A marine biologist and lover of restrained decision-making and practical information, he is thrown off his feet by the passion he experiences with Elle Beaumont, the woman who has adored him since they were children. I loved that he was fascinated with her – and fascinated by his reaction to her. She is the first unpredictable part of his life, the one thing he cannot control.

We don’t read too many romance novels about marine biologists in 1898! I though it was about time we did! This hero is my type, all the way. J

Happy reading. Please let me know if the sexy nerd if your type, too!

 

Excerpt:

Tell him yes. What better way to show Noah Garrett you haven’t been pining after him for ten years? “I was terribly distraught. The entire situation nearly broke my heart. I looked so forward to being Mrs. Magnus Leland.” Her voice cracked hard on the last word.

 

The muscles in his shoulders tensed; he shoved to his feet. “You’re a terrible liar, Elle. Truly dreadful. Scares me to think you would waste a chance at marriage because of a silly”—he nudged the coach house door open with his elbow and ducked through the entrance—”infatuation when we were children.”

 

She slapped the door wide when he would have shut it in her face. “Why you arrogant, boorish—” Her words caught in her throat.

 

Stacks of books covered every surface. The desk, the leather chair and ottoman, the faded settee that had once been dark magenta.

 

Cautiously, she strolled to the desk. She hadn’t seen this many books since the long nights spent in the university library. She recalled rows and rows of chestnut shelves, covert laughter, and the smell of dust. The thrill of learning, of taking control of her life for the first time; sadly, the only time. Burying the burst of longing, she hefted a leather-bound volume as thick as her wrist. “Depths of the Sea,” she read and fingered the gold tassel marking the page. “This is magnificent, Noah.” She turned the vellum slowly. “You know, I had an interest in biology once, but that, well, that was a long time ago.” She shook her head, denying the impulse to tell him.

Why would Noah care about her dream of finishing university?

 

“They’re books for the laboratory, mostly. The others are for research.” Elle felt the heat of his body before she smelled him. A rush of warmth, then the tantalizing scent of sea and man. His arm circled her waist as he lifted the book from her hand. He brushed his finger across the mark Magnus’s cheek had left on her palm.

Experience…Love, Passion, Desire with the Garrett Boys.

TIDES OF LOVE ~ TIDES OF PASSION ~ TIDES OF DESIRE (Coming: Summer 2012!)

 

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Tracy’s story telling career began when she picked up a copy of LaVyrle Spencer’s Vows on a college beach trip. A journalism degree and a thousand romance novels later, she decided to try her hand at writing a southern version of the perfect love story. With a great deal of luck and more than a bit of perseverance, she sold her first novel to Kensington Publishing.

 

When not writing sensual stories featuring complex characters and lush settings, Tracy can be found reading romance, snowboarding, watching college football and figuring out how she can get to 100 countries before she kicks (which is a more difficult endeavor than it used to be with her four-year-old son in tow). After stops in France, Switzerland and Taiwan, she now lives in the south. However, after spending a few years in “the city”, she considers herself a New Yorker at heart.

 

Tracy has been awarded the National Reader’s Choice, the Write Touch and the Beacon – with finalist nominations in the HOLT Medallion, Heart of Romance, Rising Stars and Reader’s Choice. Her books have been translated into German, Dutch, Portuguese and Spanish. She loves hearing from readers about why she tends to pit her hero and heroine against each other and that great novel she simply must order in five seconds on her Kindle.

Ciao!

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