Friday, May 31, 2013

An interview with author Monique McDonell

 My guest today is author Monique McDonell.

Tell us about yourself. 
I am an Australian author who writes contemporary women's fiction including chick lit and romance. I live on Sydney's Northern Beaches with my husband and daughter, and despite my dog phobia, with a dog called Skip.

I have written all my life especially as a child when I loved to write short stories and poetry. At University I studied Creative Writing as part of my Communication degree. After wards I was busy working in public relations I didn't write for pleasure for quite a few years although I wrote many media releases, brochures and newsletters. (And I still do in my day-job!)


When I began to write again I noticed a trend - writing dark unhappy stories made me unhappy. So I made a decision to write a novel with a happy ending and I have been writing happy stories ever since.



What genre(s) do you write?
I write chick lit and contemporary romance with a sense of humor. I hope that when people read my books they have a smile on their face.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?
I am a combination. I’ve never heard a good word for that actually. I usually start at the beginning and write the first third or so and then I sometimes, though not always go and plot out the rest of the novel. Then again sometimes I do all that and the characters take me on a different journey than I expected. Alphabet Dating doesn’t end at all the way I planned it but sometimes you just have to listen to the characters.

Do you write under more than one name? Why?
I’m about to start releasing books a series of books I have written under a pen name, in fact the first book will be out in June.(Monica Donnelly) They are more traditional contemporary romance, without the humor and they are much steamier than what I normally write. Writing them under a different name just feels like the right thing to do. I’m not looking forward to promoting under two names but I think it’s freeing for my writing.

How would you describe yourself if you were “speed dating” your readers?
My books are fun light reads where you will find women who are looking for love, friendship and family. Take me to the beach or let’s curl up in front of a fire we’ll have a good time.

Do you work on one project at a time? Or do you multi-task?
I work on more than one project at a time. Right now I’m editing my next novel Building Attraction, which will be out in July and I’m writing a book for my new series. I can write and edit at the same time, but I can’t write two books at once, sadly, because the voices get muddles. That is a real shame because I think that would be very handy.


You can find Monique here! 
Alphabet Dating
 Amazon Author page
Website
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Alphabet Dating
Serena’s friends have a plan to get her dating again - 26 dates in a month - one for every letter in the alphabet. What could possibly go wrong?

When Serena Sanders reluctantly agrees to participate in the Alphabet Dating Plan she knows it will be tough but there’s so much she hadn’t factored in. Who knew men were so complicated? Not Serena.


As she begins dating her way through the alphabet she starts to learn more about herself and her friends than she ever expected as secrets and hidden agendas are revealed. Alphabet Dating is a love story – a tale of lost love, unrequited love, platonic love and ultimately it’s about learning to love again.


Thursday, May 30, 2013

I've got that writing feeling...ohhh that writing feeling

There are days like today in which my mind will just not focus on that tasks at hand! I have a publishing company to run. Contracts to send out. It's a launch day--launch WEEK! And yet my mind is not here!

Well the best part of my jobs are they work well together. After all I am one of my own authors. So it is important for me to do the creative end of my job as well.

I think there are certain days that the creative part of my brain takes over. And if you have a creative brain, you probably don't have a lot of organization skills. Not to say that you don't, but someone would probably argue your method of organized! I keep looking at my charts, my lists, my calendars and thinking...I wonder what is happening in Aspen Creek today (that would be one of my series title!) The book for November 2013 keeps popping in my head.

Yes, not only am I too creative brained, and not organized, I'm a multi-tasker! I currently have three books in the works from three different series! The joy in that? I get to hop from the fictional town of Aspen Creek, Colorado to Nashville, Tennessee back to Palmer's Gulch, Oklahoma everyday! Currently two of my heroines are martial artists. One runs a school, the other is trained in martial arts and that's how she met her husband. So I know that thinking about my karate training has me plotting books!

As scatterbrained as it seems it sure does keep me happy. But there is that time when you realize that the book work will have to wait until tonight, late. For, if I don't get the creative part of my brain working it will hinder me until I do.

So with that, good bye publishing world, for a few hours. There is currently a woman in Aspen Creek who has just met the most discombobulated of all men and she needs to put him in his place. But then again, in Oklahoma there is a woman about to have her world rocked by her dead husband. Hmmmm, Nashville...I'm sure the next of the Keller clan had some things planned.

I'm checking out. I'm too busy to worry about the real world. I've got that writing feeling and it needs to be taken care of ASAP!

Launch Day for 5 Prince Publishing's Peter Hindley and Susan Goodsell


I am pleased to share with you all another 5 Prince Publishing launch! Authors Peter Hindley and Susan Goodsell's The Perfect Crime.

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Non-Fiction, True Crime, Political
Release Date: May 30, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-64-6  ISBN 10:1-939217-64-4
Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-63-9  ISBN 10:1-939217-63-6

The Perfect Crime: A Story of Truth or Fantasy:
Events have accurately been recorded since the time of Alan’s death; they combine to reveal an intriguing story. Did he die naturally or was he helped in some way? Has a crime or two taken place? Some may think so. Maybe there is a conspiracy; if so how far it may extend is unclear. Nothing is quite as it should be.
This unique book evolves from a simple account to a vast scandalous exposé, a true and topical account showing a fascinating view of human nature, society, and the establishment in the United Kingdom. Many questions are posed for the reader and evidence is laid bare as you take a journey of discovery.

The story and writing style changes drastically as the twists and turns in the narrative expose themselves; ultimately it reaches a logical end, but that is not the end of the story. A sequel is already underway.

Peter Hindley
About Peter Hindley:
Peter Hindley is a coach to dance competitors and is a jury member for international dance competitions. He left England in 2007 for a new life in France and has been recording events since his brother’s unconventional death in 2002.
Susan Goodsell
 About Susan Goodsell:

Susan Goodsell, co-author and Peter’s niece, lives in England with her partner and their two now grown-up sons. She spent many years in London before returning to Kent in 1997. The year her father died she began teaching English in a secondary school; now after finishing work, she returns home to begin another shift, as a detective and writer.

How to Contact the Authors:
Email for Susan: saphireanimal@aol.com

Email for Peter: snakehips47@yahoo.fr

EXCERPT of The Perfect Crime: A Story of Truth or Fantasy:
We have accurately recorded the events near the time of Alan Hindley’s death, who was a brother to Peter and father of Susan, the two authors of this account, and what followed; they combine to reveal an intriguing story. Did he die naturally or was he helped in some way? Has a crime or two taken place? Some may think so. Maybe there is a conspiracy; my lawyer certainly thought so; how far that conspiracy extends is unclear. We are certain that nothing is quite as it should be. Nevertheless this account shows a fascinating view of human nature, English society and the workings of the establishment in the United Kingdom. The story is so bizarre that it could well be fiction, and that is why I have added "A story of truth or fantasy" to the title. What is frightening is that it is all absolutely true.
      The normal formalities that follow a death were not adhered to after Alan’s demise: Why the mandatory procedures were bypassed may not be evident, but during the course of our nine year account they certainly do become evident.
      Why did his wife act as she did and who aided her? These and so many other questions will become apparent.
      In this case what is certain now is that the will and wishes of the deceased, Alan Edward Hindley of Paignton, Devon, has not been adhered to and the UK law and establishment did nothing to aid its rectification: The laws relating to Wills are fatally flawed and the government is fully aware of that. As named executors we have been denied the right to execute his wishes. You may think this is not possible, but it is, and it has proved to be absolutely legal.
His wife, Wendy, acted as sole executor of her husband’s Last Will and Testament without the other two named executors and we reveal how simple it is to do just that. Why she felt this was necessary will ultimately be disclosed. You will learn how the solemn duty of executing a will can be mal administered in a totally legal way and without fear of retribution.
      We have experienced many twists and turns along our path of discovery and these have been reflected in both the different styles and structure of the book. Our journey has taken us to numerous office doors and has led us into the heart of the halls of government, where events have made it very apparent that what we were witnessing was true injustice and unchecked corruption within the United Kingdom. It is for this reason that we felt it necessary to pen our story, to be able to share our account with you and all our other readers, who have been reading an abridged account on the Internet since May 2008; it is very much in the public’s interest to be aware of what can go wrong and does go very wrong daily.
      We have been told that Alan died in his home during the evening of 14th March 2002 in more than one place, and all on the same night, the last time anything vaguely like this happened was two thousand years ago (please forgive the last statement, it is not meant to offend); but first a little background information about the family.


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Music is my muse; Silence is my style

Music is my muse; Silence is my style

Growing up I was lucky enough to have both my grandmothers in my life. Both women were always home, but that is where ALL similarities ended. One thing I think about when I think about my grandmothers is that my mother's mother would spend her entire day alone in her house in silence. (And still does) There is never a radio on and the TV doesn't come on until Jeopardy.  My father's mother, on the other hand, never ever turned her TV off! It ran almost 24/7.

I laugh when my mother says she has the TV on for noise. I get that. When I'm folding laundry I turn on NCIS for the noise. But when I work...there is silence.

People ask me all the time how I can work with 5 sons running a muck. Somewhere I have learned to tune out the chaos and get my writing done. But when they are at school, and I have the house to myself...there is silence.

I don't listen to a radio, iTunes, Pandora...you name it. There is no TV on for noise. I can sit at my computer for six straight hours and not have another sound, but the sounds I make. (I do admit to having conversations. What good writer doesn't?)

Now, that's not to say music isn't important. When I run I notice that if a certain song comes on I run faster or I slow down. Very powerful. And in the car...I can't stand to have it quiet (most the time.) Music feeds me. I've written more than one book off of no more than ten words in a song. I don't write the book off of the meaning of the song, but the words spark something. Yes, I wrote a whole book off of a line that talked about tapping the brakes to show the tail lights!

So, music is very important in my life. I live it, I breathe it, I enjoy it. But when it comes to working...silence is my style.

What's your style?

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Interview with my guest, author Nina Lewis


Today I am pleased to have Nina Lewis! Nina Lewis wrote her first story when she was nine years old, a drama of love and jealousy set in a circus. Her best friend and she performed it to themselves over and over again, for ever changing the dialogue, conflicts and endings. It strikes her as ironically appropriate that her first published novel is set on a college campus – the habitat of many a strange, loveable or fierce creature. When she isn’t busy training animals to jump through the hoops of college education, Nina is knee-deep in her second novel, which is set in England during the French Revolution – historical romance being her favourite genre fiction. Come and check http://ninalewisauthor.weebly.com for news and updates!

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Finishing it, and letting go of the manuscript. Because I am a pantser (see below), I pretty much allow the characters to go their own road. I enjoy discovering what they will say or do next; and I love the state of ‘flow’ when I feel I am just a medium for the characters. But that means that I run the danger of having many loose ends to tie up, which can get messy. The other hard part is accepting that there comes a point (typically when the editor has forwarded the manuscript to the typesetter) when you have to stop thinking about it and turn to your next project.



Are you a plotter or a pantser?

With this one, The Englishman, I was definitely a pantser. I started writing it in a state of near-exhaustion, desperate for some sort of creative outlet; and I didn’t force myself to plan or plot anything. I just wrote it as it came to me. It was bliss! Towards the end, though, the floor of my living room was covered in, literally, plotting paper because I had to sort out all my plotlines. Looking ahead to the historical romances I want to write next, I think a bit more plotting would be a good idea, if only because the historical context makes that necessary. I also find that history does part of the plotting for me, if I delve into it deeply enough.



What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories?

I’d like to think that they will laugh at the dialogue and fall in love with the hero! To me, Giles Cleveland, the Englishman in The Englishman, is absolutely lovely; but he is not the type of the ultra-dominant alpha male. (They creep me out.) Overall, my stories tend to be a little quieter than some, exploring everyday situations and conflicts, and how you can create your own nook of happiness in a world that is fast and often furious. Anna just wants to keep her head down and quietly get on with her job, but events jolt her out of her rut and force her to stick her head out and rethink her priorities. At the end of the day, I suspect my stories are about what it takes to be happy: courage and honesty.


Are any of your characters based on real people or events?

This is interesting, because the answer is always “Yes and No.” I think every writer is inspired by real people and real events, but in the process of writing they invariably become part of the world the writer is creating. For example, the rape allegation in The Englishman is similar to something that happened at my college (and dozens of other colleges, presumably), but once I’d put it in, I developed it according to the requirements of my story. I think there may be several people who, if they ever read The Englishman, would suspect that they are in it, but I would claim, with total sincerity, that it isn’t they, it’s only a character who resembles them in some way. “He’s not you. He’s a version of the truth of you,” as Diane Keaton says to Jack Nicholson in Something’s Gotta Give after she put him into her new stage play.
There are several real people and real events in the historical romance I am currently writing. It is set during the French Revolution, against a backdrop of Britain’s involvement in the war against France and in East India trade.


How do your family and/or friends feel about your book or writing venture in general?

They look on with a sort of fascinated horror, because I have been working part-time for over three years now in order to have time to write. If I worked full time, I’d have a 60-hour week, and I know I would not manage to get any serious writing done. As it is, I have time to write, but the salary that I lose working part-time makes it an extremely expensive hobby. I don’t know how long I can go on doing this before I lose my nerve, though. Genteel poverty is all very well, but at which point does it flip into recklessness?



The Englishman will be published by Omnific Publishing in May 2013.
Her current project, a novel set in 1793, is tentatively called Habeas Corpus.

You can catch up with Nina Lewis on facebook and follow her on Twitter!



Summary of The Englishman
Anna has landed her dream job at a prestigious college in the South. Instead of charging ahead with her career, however, she is confronted by hurdles, pitfalls and mysteries: why does no-one restrain the demented hoarder who breaks into her office to use it as his storeroom? Who is responsible for lowering her paycheck? Is the vandalism in her department a personal attack against her, carried out by students who feel offended by her cheerfully irreverent teaching methods? Giles Cleveland, is supposed to mentor her in all this, but he’s arrogant, sardonic, condescending, disconcertingly attractive and – Anna keeps reminding herself as the temptation to start a kamikaze affair with him becomes overwhelming – absolutely out of bounds. Anna and Giles grow increasingly reckless and it is only a matter of time till they will be caught and Anna’s career will crash and burn. But when the crash comes, it’s worse than Anna imagined. And far better than she could have dreamed.
The Englishman is a sexy and romantic campus novel that asks the question many a young professional woman has to ask herself: Is it ever a good idea to dib your nib into the office ink?



 Enjoy an excerpt from The Englishman by Nina Lewis
“Giles, I’ve brought our new assistant professor to meet you. Anna Lieberman.”
“Professor Cleveland…”
In a split second I debate with myself whether to extend my hand or not, and decide on a gut feeling that I will not. Reserve seems a better strategy here than familiarity. He looks reluctant to even rise from his chair, let alone to shake my hand. Eventually he does get up, and my heart beats faster, nervousness becoming tinged with alarm. Tall I knew him to be, but up close his six foot something towers above my five foot four like Gandalf over a Hobbit. A Celt, with light eyes and dark hair gone prematurely gray. There is nothing remarkable about his appearance, except that a tall man, halfway between gangly and gaunt, will always look good in light brown cotton pants and a blue shirt, open at the neck and rolled up at the sleeves. Next to him I look like a complete klutz. I am furious that I have allowed Elizabeth Mayfield to put me at such a disadvantage.
I nerve myself to smile up into his face. His features are lean and regular but not wildly handsome, and there is nothing charming about him at all when he looks down at me—on me, too—with that particularly English brand of polite dislike and says,
“Dr. Lieberman. How do you do. I was…told of your appointment.”
The sound of that well-educated, faintly nasal English voice hits me in the middle of my body and contracts the muscles of my womb in a spasm of response.
I feel a spate of explanations and justifications rushing to my tongue. I want him to know that although I have been foisted on him I am sure that we will get along well, that I will do my best to honor the confidence the college has shown in me. But I say none of these things. Could not, because my tongue is in knots, and do not want to, either, suddenly, because he is so pompous and unwelcoming to a junior colleague who really cannot help the situation at all.
“How do you do, sir.”
He blinks, as if taken aback. “I assume you’ve been well looked after?”
“Yes, sir, thank you.”
“Right. Well, then…” Get the hell outta here, bitch. He does not say it out loud, but I can see the words forming behind his forehead. Evidently Cleveland hasn’t been told yet that he is to play Mother Goose to this gosling.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Warrior Princess Interview with author Juliette Hill

Juliette Hill is the pseudonym for a creative writer who is passionate about all things vintage, traveling with her husband and exploring family history.  She enjoys treasure hunting at local antique markets and estate sales, searching for her next great ‘find’ that will spark her imagination.   Her desire to discover the story behind each treasure motivates the writer within.  Juliette’s other interests include planning family gatherings, scrapbooking, cooking, shopping and dining out, to name a few.  Her stories involve multi-dimensional characters and generational plots which bridge the gap between the past and present.  She is currently working on several projects for Annie Acorn Publishing.

Check out Juliette on her website at www.onevintageheart.com 


Interview Questions and Answers for Juliette Hill


What's your favorite part about being a writer?
 My favorite thing about being a writer, aside from the fact that I can work just about anywhere, if I have a have a pen and paper, or a computer, is that whatever story or scenario created in my imagination can become part of a storyline or the basis for a novel.  Becoming a full-time writer within the last year and a half has really changed my life, and made once again believe that dreams really can come true.

 Are you a plotter or a pantser?
 I would say that I am definitely a plotter.  Generally, I find that I know my story’s goal and prefer to plot out the course of my storyline.  However, while collaborating on my latest endeavor, a contemporary romantic women’s fiction series, Captain’s Point Stories, with publisher and fellow author Annie Acorn, I’m becoming much more of a punster – writing fits and spurts of story lines or scenes randomly.  I have found this new habit to be energizing and keep me sharp.

What do you hope readers will take with them after reading one of your stories?
With my writings as Juliette Hill, as well as my collaborative endeavors with Annie Acorn, writing as Charlotte Kent, in A Clue for Adrianna, I want readers to feel real emotions and make connections with my mult-generational characters who appreciate their past (families, traditions and heritage) and embrace the future with a hopefulness and confidence that they will be able to successfully meet life’s challenges.

Do you write under more than one name?  Why?
I write under the pseudonym of Juliette Hill for the majority of my literary works.  She represents “One Vintage Heart” (my website/blog identity), appreciating all that has come before and embodying hope for a bright future.
I recently have added the pseudonym Charlotte Kent for my collaboration with publisher and fellow author Annie Acorn, on our new contemporary romantic women’s fiction series, Captain’s Point Stories.  The first installment, A Clue for Adrianna, was released on April 14.
I am using pseudonyms, rather than my real name, because I am writing fiction and I may use my real name whenever I choose to delve into the realm of non-fiction.

 When not writing, how do you relax?
 I generally relax by spending time with my husband, travelling and going to the beach.  There’s nothing more relaxing to me than to hear the soft crashing of the ocean’s waves and watch a beautiful sunset in the process.

Tell us about your upcoming projects.
I have several short stories and novellas in the publishing pipeline at Annie Acorn Publishing LLC.  As Charlotte Kent, we have the upcoming release of our second novel in the Captain’s Point Stories series, A Man for Susan, coming out no later than August 1st.

Today's Feature is Shadow and Light by K.R.R. Brigstreet


Today's Feature is Shadow and Light by K.R.R. Brigstreet. This Realms book, from Breathless Press has a heat rating of 4 and comes in all eBook formats. Shadow and Light releases May 17, 2013 and can be found at Breathless Press for $2.99 

A strange phenomenon casts unending night and irrepressible feelings of lust over Kaliana. She must discover the cause, but she can't seem to stay focused...

When night falls over Meso and does not end, Chancellor Kaliana and Master Ganshi must find the cause. As they search for the truth, they discover more than science can explain. Within the night lives a boundless sexual energy, turning scholars into seducers and musicians into man eaters. Beneath the earth a fire moves and rumbles, bringing forth a creature that will envelop and consume all that call it. In the endless night, all boundaries are broken. Can Kaliana and Ganshi overcome the onslaught of lust long enough to restore the balance between shadow and light?



Excerpt:

When the sun shone, it flooded the valley with a beam that struck and splashed between twin mountains. It danced outward, skittering through the mountain valley toward opposite civilizations advancing. The peoples moved each to the other, slowly, like seeds in the earth waiting for the right combination of warmth and moisture to coax their substance from the soil.

To the east, light meandered over green terraces that descended between rock-lined funnels, joining the streams that irrigated miles of pasture, and wound a slow and steady route to the geometric city of Meso. A solar system of paved streets orbited a central blinding compound of glass, stone, and steel. The people of this city reflected their own reverence for the aesthetic machinations of the universe they tried to emulate. Their lines were sharp. Their angles pristine. Their movements productive and efficient. Sunlight that did not succumb to the walls of glass enclosing the structure melted over the bodies of these people. The rest flowed over the sharp angles and refracted, fractioning crystalline and settling over the far eastern forest, where it disappeared into the maze of trees.

Light spared none in the west. The earth cracked beneath its weight, crushing moisture from rocks and opening the veins of plants, desiccating. It painted self-portraits on jagged sunset bluffs, gazing into the mirror of dominion. The light enveloped completely any river that once shaped the red and orange cliffs, leaving a dusty trail for rodents and lizards dashing in and out of shade. Men and women scratched hoes in the dirt, pulling free meager crops that seemed as if they sprouted old and worn. The men and women lived, and the children played and learned, among a vast cornucopia of poisons and potions.

They were hard, shaped by the same wind that aged the banks of empty riverbeds. The people's hard-bought respect approached religious devotion to the dry land. Sobered by the relentless light, the people of the western border mercilessly clung together, commanding of the earth just enough to survive.

This is the light from which the young man traveled.

It happened at Two Mountains Standing, under the moon of the summer solstice. Presiding over the ceremony, the moon bathed the dancers in the pale white reflection of the sun. The dancers disappeared and reappeared in flickers of shadow and light, reflections of the red and yellow fire surrounding them and within them. Their bodies surged, throwing black shadows across the sacred fire circle and onto the two mountains framing them. The moon smiled down on the shadows looming giant on the mountainsides, mimicking their owners' frenzied movements.

The shadows came together and parted, came together and parted, circled and leapt over the fire, leaping from mountain to mountain. Sweat ran down the dancers' arms and legs and they pounded it into the packed earth. A turbulent, wordless harmony brought forth the incantations. Curved backs raised heaving breasts higher, spines rippled, and hot, slippery tits bounced in the bodies' rhythmic undulating.

In the center of this frenetic circle a man lay, immobile. He was a stranger to this place. A solid short mound of earth covered each of his arms; his legs extended toward the sacred fire and also disappeared into the earth. When dancers leapt the fire, they sometimes landed on his submerged arms and legs, pounding them deeper into the ground. The man's eyes stared unblinking up at the moon. No lines marred the man's face, which was dark and unmoving. A braid ran down the back of his head, and the tail of it fanned out loose behind his shoulders where he lay. His eyes were fixed on the moon.

There was no telling how many dancers circled the fire. Sweat poured from their bodies, turning the packed earth to mud. The mud splashed with each pounding step, covering the dancers' legs and the silent man with specks of reddish brown. Sweat turned the specks quickly to streaks, which ran down their bodies like tears. Harmonies rose in pure ecstatic emotion, and hands began to smear rivulets of mud over the arching and writhing bodies.

About The Author:

Between writing and slinging organic veggies at local farmers' markets, K.R.R. Bridgstreet teaches English Literature and Composition to unsuspecting college freshmen. Bridgstreet and her partner live in the woods in central New York with their cats and chickens. Visit krrbridgstreet.com for news on latest releases and upcoming books.


Thursday, May 16, 2013

What age group/genre do you read/write? Why? Join in! Guest post by @Author_Carmen.


My very special guest today is Carmen DeSousa. Carmen is a bestselling author of romantic suspense novels, which you just can't put down. Today she brings up a discussion on which age group and genres of books we like to read and write. Please join in the discussion!

What age group/genre do you read/write? Why? Join in! Guest post by @Author_Carmen.

When I started writing, I didn’t think about an age group, nor did I really think about a genre. I just wanted to write. As an avid reader, I knew what I liked to read, but again, I never really categorized my preferences. If it had a great cover that grabbed my attention and an awesome hook on the back cover—that’s that thing we now call a book description online, but we used to have to actually pick up a book and flip open the flap or turn the book over in our hands. :)

The thing is I never really cared about the age group or the genre. Since I read so many books, I rarely made it off the ‘new release’ rack.

So what makes you want to read? Personally, I need to know going in there will be suspense of some sort, something that will keep me turning the pages, whether it’s the whodunit aspect or a newfound romance on the rocks. It doesn’t matter what “genre” it is; all books have to meet that minimal criteria to keep me interested. I need to identify with the characters immediately, feel their pain, and want to know how it’ll work out. Again, it doesn’t matter their age. This is what I find via the book description, not the genre or age group.

Funny thing is, all of my stories ended up with heroines who are between the ages of 22 and 25 and the heroes between the ages of 25 and 28. And oddly enough, my beta readers ended up being 17, 35, 45, and 55. I interact with almost all readers who contact me, and there seems to be no specific age in my readers either.

So I wondered, Did I just stumble on the correct age?

Well, here’s what I think: Women who are 22-25 years old have lived long enough that something bad has probably happened to them; they’ve experienced at least a couple bad relationships, they are usually at the age where they’ve just graduated  college and are now searching for a lifelong relationship and/or career.

So mature women can look back at that age and can find something good, whether it was their looks and figure, a new job, or a fun time with their girlfriends planning weddings, vacations, and new adventures. Younger women are looking forward to that age when they are on their way in life with school under their belt and an exciting life in the future.

When querying my books, I also heard, “This is a mystery”, then another agent states, “This is a romance”. Exactly! That’s what I wanted. Isn’t that what makes a great story, a little mixture of mystery and romance, with a thread of suspense running through both. Even in sci-fi, horror, and fantasy novels there always seems to be those key ingredients. Isn’t that what life is—romance and mystery?

So, readers, writers, how do you decide?

Do you care what ages the characters are?
Do you care what the genre is?
What are you looking for in your next read?

I’d love to hear your thoughts.


If you would like to read a little more about what I write, follow the links below. My stories are available in print and eBook formats at your favorite retailer. You can download my mini-mysteries with a paranormal edge absolutely FREE or start with my romantic-suspense bestseller She Belongs to Me for only .99 cents. From there, all my stories are priced 'less than a latte', so READ UP and enjoy!








Sunday, May 12, 2013

Today's Feature: Foreplay by Tammy Valentine


Today's feature is Foreplay by Tammy Valentine. This erotic eBook is part of The Zodiac Club series from Breathless Press.

When Tammy Valentine settles down to write one of her stories, she likes to get herself in the mood. She begins with a stroll in the garden, cutting some fresh roses for her writing desk, then lights some beautiful scented candles, pours a nice chilled glass of chardonnay, and lets her imagination run wild. She loves allowing readers into her secret world, and you can find out more about her at www.tammyvalentine.com.


Twelve star signs, four friends, one extraordinary year. With Foreplay, enjoy a free taste of Izzy on her journey of sexual discovery through the Zodiac.

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Excerpt:

As she lay in the tub that evening, relishing the golden candlelight and warm vanilla scent from the bubbles, Izzy turned over the newfound information in her mind. She was fascinated by the notion that she could enjoy a man so much more by knowing which buttons to push—predetermined buttons based on his star sign. She had never had much luck with men, but equipped with Jessica's astrological handbook for seduction, might she not learn to discover the real pleasures of romance?


Closing her eyes, she let her hand drift lazily through the water to her mound and teased the wet, dark hair gently with her fingers. She felt the familiar tingle in her skin as she woke the sleeping creature deep inside, and she arched her back involuntarily as the first wave of pleasure lurched through her. Opening her legs a little wider, she then slipped a finger into the crevice, moist with bubble bath and anticipation, and began to play.

Behind her closed eyes she watched a parade of male models, each one naked but for a fig leaf covering his modesty, engraved with his star sign. Starting with Aries, she made the men line up in front of her in her head, then gazed appreciatively as one by one they shed their leaves to reveal the astrological promise beneath. She got as far as Cancer, the fourth sign, before she came, her clitoris convulsing deliciously under the pressure of her finger.

Could it be genuine? she wondered as she allowed the warmth of the water to bring her round from her daydream. Was there anything more than sheer hokum to the concept of compatibility based on astrology? And if there was, what did it mean for her in her continuing search for the perfect partner, who had so far proved dramatically elusive?

About The Author:

When Tammy Valentine settles down to write one of her stories, she likes to get herself in the mood. She begins with a stroll in the garden, cutting some fresh roses for her writing desk, then lights some beautiful scented candles, pours a nice chilled glass of chardonnay, and lets her imagination run wild. She loves allowing readers into her secret world, and you can find out more about her at www.tammyvalentine.com.

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Thursday, May 9, 2013

RELEASE DAY!!! Lost and Found book 5 in The Keller Family Series

Could I possibly be more excited than to finally have the release day for Lost and Found? This book is the fifth in the well received, Bestselling series, The Keller Family Series.

In Lost and Found we travel 20 years from the last book and follow Eduardo (Ed) Keller, the eldest son of Carlos and Madeline Keller. He's sitting high in the VP chair of Benson, Benson, and Hart and wouldn't you know it, a woman bumps into his life. History repeating itself?

I hope you all enjoy book 5! I know I have received such an outpouring of love for this family it is incredible. I appreciate all of you who have let me know what these characters mean to you.

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Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: May 9, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-54-7  ISBN 10:1-939217-54-7
Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-53-0  ISBN 10:1-939217-53-9

Lost and Found
Darcy McCary came to Nashville with some big expectations--to find her birth parents. She had no plans of making a life in Tennessee. But when her sources lead her to Eduardo Keller, her heart took over, and plans changed.  

Eduardo Keller is a man who goes after what he wants and he doesn't have time for playing games. Darcy is exactly the woman he's been looking for to assist him in business and be his partner in life.

Because he loves Darcy, Ed promises to help her find the answers she seeks. What he doesn't know is that if Darcy finds the secret to her past it might mend her curiosity; however, it might also tear apart a branch of the Keller family.

Enjoy an Excerpt from Lost and Found, book 5 in the Keller Family Series


Ed Keller leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on his desk. The view from his office would never cease to amaze him. The view from his uncle’s office was much more spectacular, but he had no reason to complain.
Who would have thought, nearly twenty years ago when he’d asked for an after-school job to afford a limo ride to take a girl to prom, that he’d end up with the title Vice President on his business cards.
He laughed. He couldn’t even think of the girl’s name that had squeezed at his heart. She’d been older. That he remembered. But he’d never done well with older women.
Now he sat atop an empire that his uncle’s grandfather had started and his uncle’s father had carried on. But it was Zach Benson who made it what it was today.
Benson, Benson, and Hart built big—built on time—and built under budget. Nothing had changed.
Ed didn’t have a foreman like Zach had. His other uncle, John Forrester, had been the best foreman any company could have asked for. A loyal employee until Ed’s Aunt Arianna made him retire only two years earlier. But another would come along. Right now he had to focus on a new assistant.
Interviewing people for a position shouldn’t be an issue. He’d been doing it for years. But a personal assistant had to be in your business, and he didn’t like that.
He’d fought it for years. Temps were good. They came, did the work, and left. He figured it was kind of like dating the wrong girl. There weren’t any he wanted to spend his life with.
Perhaps his expectations were too high. After all, his Aunt Regan had been Zach’s assistant. They’d been married nearly twenty-five years, and she still took care of him. It wouldn’t be long before Tyler and Spencer, their sons, would be sitting in Ed’s seat.
Ed dropped his feet to the floor and pushed up from his chair. When the time was right, he’d find the assistant of his dreams. He’d given up on the woman of his dreams, so an assistant would have to do.
He walked to the elevator and pressed the button to go down to the lobby. There was a Starbucks there now, and he’d grown very fond of caramel lattes, thanks to his Aunt Arianna, though he didn’t go for the skinny version. His Uncle John would say it was a bit too frilly a drink for a man in the construction business. His Uncle Zach, on the other hand, would argue that it was a good stress reliever.
Ed laughed at himself. What an eclectic bunch of people he had in his family. And even without them there with him, he still enjoyed them.
The gathering of the masses in the Starbucks also entertained him, almost as much as the thoughts of his family and their differences.
Ed ordered his drink and stood at the counter waiting for it to be handed to him.
As he looked around the store, he mentally spotted and named each kind of person. There was the tourist, the executive, and the assistant. There was a couple, obviously just downtown for the day and…hmmm, one that stumped him.
She was professional, probably interviewing by the way she was dressed, but she wasn’t comfortable with the big building and the mass of people. She was using Starbucks as a common ground, something familiar, to ease her nerves.
He listened as she ordered her drink—decaf and nonfat. What fun was in that, he wondered.
She tucked her change back into her purse, walked to the end of the counter, and stood behind Ed to wait for her drink.
Flowery perfume filled his nose. She had a sweet side.
The lady behind the counter handed Ed his iced caramel latte. He turned to leave and, he’d say so himself, that was when things got interesting.
The woman who had been standing behind him, searching in her bag for something, looked up just as Ed turned around. She shifted to move out of his way, but instead she moved right into him.
Ed’s hands slipped from the condensation on the cup, and the entire, cold drink poured down the front of the woman.
She let out a stifled scream, and her hands went into the air. “Oh-my-God!”
“I’m very sorry.”
Ed turned toward the counter and grabbed a handful of napkins. He would have helped to mop up her clothes, but he noticed that the white, silk shirt clung to her and decided it just wasn’t a good idea to try.
“Look what you did!” She ripped the napkins from his hand and began to blot away the coffee, which had already stained the shirt.
“Sorry, but I think you ran into me.”
She snapped her head up again. “Oh, men. You’re not always right, you know. Sometimes you do make mistakes.”
Not only was she not as sweet as her flowery perfume, she was jaded. Bad news.
“Again, I’m very sorry. How can I help you?” He turned and reached for more napkins, but when she pulled them from his hand, he noticed she was crying.
“I think you’ve done enough.”
“I still think I can help in some way.”
“Listen. My suit is ruined. This is the only one I have. I was searching for a job, and I can’t do that now. I can’t hand out resumes looking like this.”
Ed watched as the woman continued to wipe off her blouse, but to no avail. It was ruined, but he still wasn’t going to take the blame.
“Are you looking for a job in this building?”
She let out a grunt. “Why else would I be here?”
“I was just asking. I know most of the businesses in the building. Perhaps I can help you out.”
The woman pursed her lips. “I don’t need your charity.”
“It’s not charity. You seem to be in need of a job, and I’m sure I can help you find one.”
“What, do you own this place?” She waved her arms in the air.
“Let me see your resume.”
The woman stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. That wasn’t new. You didn’t run a multi-million dollar company in your mid-thirties without people giving you a shifty eye.
Her coffee was set on the counter. He moved in to grab it, but she moved quicker. “I’ll get this. I can’t afford to waste a sip of this. It’s my breakfast and lunch.”
She picked up the coffee and moved to a table where she set down the cup and pulled a resume from her bag. She handed it to Ed. “Here it is. I hate to say it, but I’m desperate. If I don’t find a job in three days, I have to go home.”
“Why? Does that suit turn back into a pumpkin and your glass slipper breaks?”
“Have you ever been desperate for anything in your life?”
He didn’t have anything to say. The only desperate thing he’d ever done was ask his uncle for a job at fifteen so he could get that limo to prom. Look where it landed him twenty years later. She was right. He’d never been desperate for anything.
“How do you feel about assistant work for a commercial builder?”
“You actually know of a job?”
“I actually know of a job.” He folded her resume and tucked it into his pocket. “Ed Keller is an executive at Benson, Benson, and Hart. He needs an assistant.”
Her face went pale, and her lips parted. This reaction went beyond her reaction to his spilling his drink on her. “That was the business I was going to leave my resume with.”
“You’re into architecture?”
He watched as she swallowed hard, but the color hadn’t returned to her cheeks yet. “Not exactly, but you think you can get me in there?”
“I’m sure I can.”
She nodded and picked up her coffee. “You don’t think Mr. Keller will mind my attire?”
Ed smiled. “I guarantee he will be fine. Your resume is impressive. I’m sure that he’d understand that accidents happen.”
She nodded again, nervously. “I’m still mad that you ruined my suit.”
“And I’m sorry that you bumped into me. But if you’ll come with me, I’ll get you a job. And, if you’re hungry for lunch later, there is a hot dog cart out back. I’d love to buy you some lunch.”

Darcy watched the elevator doors close. She was alone with the man who had ruined her day, but also had offered her an opportunity. She was scared to death.
She’d planned this day for so long. Now she was in the building, and she was headed to the company offices of Benson, Benson, and Hart.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t expected this. It was in her plans, but as the doors opened to the floor and the name was before her on the wall in big, shiny letters, she thought she might just throw up.
She only knew one thing about herself—her past—and it had led her to Benson, Benson, and Hart. She’d planned to attempt to, at least, get in the door since all the other jobs she’d applied for had fallen through. The journey to find out about herself wasn’t supposed to drop her in the office where she knew her all her answers would lie. This was supposed to be months down the road when she’d had time to explore more about herself and where she’d come from. Now what?
The man exited the elevator and looked at her. “Are you coming?”
“I seem to be very nervous.”
He reached for her hand and pulled her gently from the elevator. He took off his suit coat and draped it over her shoulders. It was a courteous move to hide the huge stain on her blouse, which she knew she’d caused because she wasn’t paying attention, but she still wasn’t going to let him think he didn’t do it. Men would use you if you weren’t careful.
The man led her to an office, and the name on the door read EDUARDO KELLER. She sucked in a breath as he opened the door and walked in.
“Have a seat.” He pointed to the chairs in front of the desk.
Darcy took a seat, set her bag to the side, and then slid her arms through the sleeves of the jacket he’d draped on her. She probably looked ridiculous. He was at least six feet tall and broad shouldered. She wasn’t very tall at all, and she didn’t even come close to filling out the jacket.
The man sat behind the desk and turned on the computer monitor.
“Should you be doing that?” she asked.
“I need to find the application information to fill out for the human resource department.”
“You’re going to fill it out?”
“I usually do when I’m hiring people.”
She looked around the office. Eduardo Keller had no personal affects. The man must be all business.
“Why are you doing the hiring?”
The man stopped what he was doing. He folded his hands on the top of the desk and gazed at her with dark brown eyes.
“Because I’m Ed Keller.”

Ed had seen his share of angry women in his life. When this woman’s face turned the color of Santa’s suit, he knew he’d crossed the line.
She stood from the chair and grabbed her bag. “Do you think this is funny? You’re messing with my life.”
“Whoa.” He stood from his seat. “Calm down.”
“Calm down? I will not calm down.”
“I’ve seen your resume. You’re very qualified for the position I need to fill, and I’d like to help you.”
“Help me?” She lifted the bag onto her shoulder. “Help me? Why would you want to do that? You’re just some stuck-up executive who can play with people, like spilling coffee on a woman to get her into your office. Is this what you do here?”
Ed planted his hands firmly on his desk and looked at her. “You told me you had three days to find a job. You told me I ruined all your chances by messing up your blouse. So you can either hear me out, or you can leave here with your stained clothing, your wrinkled resume, and your bad attitude and find a job.”
The woman sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “What is the job?”
“Executive assistant.”
“To you?”
“Yes.”
Her shoulders dropped, and she bit her bottom lip. She was contemplating, but he didn’t know, in his own heart, which way he wanted her to go now. It was very likely he’d just made a big mistake offering it to her if she was so volatile.
The woman set her bag back on the ground and extended her hand to him. “Darcy McCary, your new assistant.”

Darcy studied Eduardo Keller as he shook her hand. Was he happy? Mad? Oh, he’d been messing with her, and now she really felt stupid. But she needed the job, and he was right—she was very qualified. She needed to find an apartment and establish some savings. Private investigators hadn’t been cheap, and she couldn’t tell her father that she’d hired them.
She had a debt to pay and a life to understand—her life.
Darcy McCary was in Tennessee to find her birth mother, and the investigator told her that all ties led to Nashville and to Benson, Benson, and Hart

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Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends.  Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter.  At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years. 

In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children – Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published.  That year she wrote 12 books.  In 2009  she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born.  In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and began the process of taking on other authors in other genres. 

In 2012 Bernadette Marie found herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes and Amazon to name a few.  Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events.  She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.  An avid reader, she enjoys most, the works of Nora Roberts, Karen White, Megan Hart, and Gretchen Galway to name a few. She loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and she always promises Happily Ever After.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

An Interview with author Sara Barnard


Today I am pleased to have author Sara Barnard with us on the Warrior Princess Romance Writer! Sara is one of my favorite authors in which I have the privlidge of working with on a daily basis. This talented woman is always on the go with her family, while writing a variety of historical books and childrens' books.  Please welcome Sara Barnard

What is your favorite thing about being a writer?

I was afraid when A Heart on Hold was complete, I would have no more ideas left to ever write anything ever again. My favorite thing about being a writer is that the complete opposite happened! A Heart on Hold turned into book 1 of a 4 (or maybe more) book series called An Everlasting Heart and really opened my eyes to the book creating process in general, and I fell in love. I love the ideas that come in the most odd of places, I love creating more, more, and more people, situations, and places that didn’t exist before (but could have!), and most of all, I love the people I have met along the way.

What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories?

I don’t want any of my novels to be considered “fluff” reads just to fill an afternoon then forgotten. I want these characters -- their hardships, their ideals, everything about them – with them into their own lives. I want my characters to be remembered and their lessons applied to the readers’ own lives, just as I did (do) when I read anything by Lucia St. Clair Robson and Larry McMurtry. My novels are my life, my experiences, my everything -- written in the past with other people’s names attached to them. I want my words to have an impact on the readers’ hearts, their lives, and their souls.  

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

My message of perpetual hope, the possibility of eternal love, and of course faith. After all, isn’t it written somewhere that the greatest gifts we have as humans are in fact faith, hope, and love? I try to follow that in my work.

How long have you been a writer? 

How much time did it take from writing your first book to having it published?

What other careers have you had?

I have done quite a few things in my 30 years. My first job was working at a sno-cone stand, which was really cool (literally!) I have also spend many summers working with the U.S. Park and Forest Services all over our awesome country. My first forest service experience was cutting trail through the New Mexico backcountry – the Sangre de Cristo Mountains to be exact ... until I got sick from drinking unfiltered water from the river and had to be packed out on horseback. I also spent time at Carlsbad Caverns as a wildlife biologist intern catching and relocating rattlesnakes, counting bats (once, one caught me!), tracking mountain lions, banding cave swallows, researching solitary bees and carpenter ants, ornithological research, and flood irrigation research. That was an awesome summer! I also worked in Alaska and began training for my private pilot certification – I think I still have some gray hairs from that summer!! I have been an Army wife to the sweetest Infantryman out there, mother to the four best kids in the world, animal rescuer, and courthouse researcher.

Please tell us 5 miscellaneous facts about yourself.

None of my four children have been born in the same state.

I believe in miracles and have not only lived through some, but those I love have, too.

My husband is the main influence for Confederate Captain Sanderson Redding.

Not only do I write historical romance, but I also write children’s books, one of which is a bestselling nature book for kids.

I don’t have a thyroid. My experience with having that removed is chronicled in A Heart on Hold – you’ll know when.


Please share with us your future projects and upcoming releases.

COMPLETED WORKS COMING SOON:

A Heart Forever Wild (An Everlasting Heart, #4) – TBD 2013
Rebekah’s Quilt (Amish Romance)
Little Spoon (Children’s) – TBD 2013
Michaela de la Mer or Michaela of the Sea (Children’s Chapter) TBD 2013
The ABC’s of Texas Plants (Follow up to bestselling The ABC’s of Oklahoma Plants)
The Big, Bad Wolf Really Isn’t so Big and Bad (Children’s)

PROJECTS IN THE WORKS:

The Calling (Christian Western)
White Women’s Clothes (Western)
A Scottish Romance that chronicles how my family came to America in the 1700’s.
Prove it All Night (Possibly YA drama set during the 1950’s/Korean War)
Several children’s books, and one very special piece, Tobykins, about a boy with a language disorder which is based on one of my sons.



Please share any links you would like listed in the Interview. Website, Myspace, blog, facebook, yahoo group etc.




I am also a member of the Western Writer’s of America. 

 Read a small excerpt from Sara's A Heart on Hold, from 5 Prince Publishing.

War. Devotion. Deceit. Death. How long can a heart hold on before it breaks?
Most women would carry on with their lives after being thrust into widowhood, but not Charlotte Adamsland. Upon learning that her husband, Captain Sanderson Redding, was killed in a botched escape from a Confederate prison in Illinois, she clings to his promise to return to her no matter what, and quickly heads north through a war-ravaged country with only her faith in God and her beloved horse to bring her Sanderson home – one way or another.

EXCERPT
“Well, it’s about time you woke up,” Charlotte teased sleepily. Although worry strained her voice, she flashed him a smile. “Your color’s coming back, too. Rest and sunshine are good medicine.” The sunlight streamed in through the holes worn in the transparent linsey-woolsey curtain that she’d tacked up over the precious glass window. The small, muted rays appeared to have shone life back into Sanderson.
“What happened?” he asked as his fingers traced the curve of her face. He gave Charlotte his full attention as his hand meandered from her face to the back of her neck. As it nestled in her hair, Charlotte felt a rash of goose bumps crop up under his hand and spread up her neck. A blush colored her face, but she wasn’t rightly sure as to why.
It’s just Sanderson.
His free hand found hers atop the quilt. He fingered the delicate golden ring on her finger and smiled that impish smile, revealing the dimples that made the girls in town turn their heads just to watch him pass.
Just the most beautiful, astounding man to ever grace the earth with his footsteps.
Charlotte’s voice came out a bit shaky. “It, ah, seems that you were so happy to see me when you arrived that you fainted dead away and slept for two straight days before you could even kiss me hello.”
Sanderson pushed himself up in Charlotte’s bed. “We shall have to remedy that then, won’t we?” Grinning, he leaned forward and swept her into his arms, cradling her in his lap. “I’ve missed you, my darling Charlotte.”
She closed her eyes and let her senses soak up this moment. Sanderson’s warm breath was moist on her lips and his skin, though roughened by Army life, felt like sunshine wrapped in silk as it brushed against hers. His kiss fell upon her. His fingers combed through her hair as her arms tightened around his neck. Charlotte’s tell-tale heartbeat quickened to a gallop in her chest as Sanderson’s hand trailed the length of her tresses coming to rest over her pounding heart.
Unable to stay contained within the sumptuous arms of her love, she kissed Sanderson with such carefree enthusiasm that the moment escalated before either of them could escape the others grasp. Sanderson’s tender kisses found her neck as Charlotte grasped at his muscular biceps, her breath raspy and jagged.
 “I love you,” Charlotte whispered, her quiet voice cracking.
“And I love you,” Sanderson affirmed. “Coming home to you is what kept me going.” He pulled away from her, their bodies still curled as if around the other. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
 “Oh Sanderson, waiting for you is the easiest thing I’ll ever do.” A tear escaped and ran quickly down her cheek. “Worrying about you is a bit tougher, though.”
Sanderson’s eyebrows arched skyward. As he moved to brush away her renegade tear, his breath audibly caught in his throat. Charlotte saw his eyes widen in surprise when the air refused to follow through to his lungs. His body stiffened and with a gasp, and the coughing fit from the pneumonia began again.