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Fair Conditions

Friday night we braved the heat and couldn't resist the pull of the Ozark Empire Fair. Here are some of the photos I took for your Monday morning.

Hubba, Hubba Hero

If you're looking for heartthrobs, you're on the right track. This weekend is Carrie Ann Ryan's Hero Hop (where you can win fabulous prizes including a Kindle Fire, gift cards, or an awesome swag pack). Stick around, get to know my hunkie hero and leave a comment for a chance to win a $10 gift card right here.

I'm knee deep in heroes right now from my self-published series Legends and Lovers. Among them are Abel Courte, Basil Tinwhistle and I'm trying to get a sure fix on the hero of my next WIP. But today's hero is very close to my heart, a guy who would not leave me alone until I wrote a novel for him: Captain Alwin van Buren. Who better to describe his own need for a story than the captain himself?

Hi, Alwin. Thanks for joining me today. Tell us about yourself.
Think nothing of it. It's my pleasure to be here. I'm the owner of successful airship company, the husband of a beautiful young bride, and the hero of the novel The Sky Pirate's Wife. Born…

Wednesday Ramblings

Henh. Apparently I have no guest today. Well, okay then. I'll just ramble, shall I? First of all:

Happy Birthday, Stobrod!
How's it feel to be 30, huh? Not as much fun to make fun of someone who's the same age as you now, is it? Yeah, that's what I thought.
I'm reading through The Sky Pirate's Wife again. Mind plotting *ta-da!* The Soul Catcher's Siren (unless I find out I hate that title. It's happened), even though I shouldn't be. Did you know it's just 6 days until Camp NaNo August? No! Stop, Allison, just stop. Right. There. None of that. No new books. No, no, no, no, no. You can wait until November.
But . . . .

Sometimes I just get on a writing kick and that's all I want to do. Because it's a hundred thousand times more fun than editing. And this idea is all new and shiny. Find an author who isn't excited by new and shiny ideas. There isn't one.
So I'm fighting the temptation to write another novel because that's not …


I'm sure I didn't do anything exceptionally tiring this weekend, but man, am I tired. I had about 8000 words left to write on The Turncoat's Temptress Friday evening and I managed about 2000 Saturday morning. It was an agonizingly slow black moment/fight scene that almost had me in tears. Probably no one else will feel that way, but I really had a lot of sympathy for the heroine, Nora.

Husband dragged me away from the computer to see The Dark Knight Rises. Okay, when I say dragged, I actually mean I couldn't wait to see it. As a general rule, I'm not a Christian Bale fan. He seems a little intense because he's a "superstar". Imagine my delight as I watched and realized the movie wasn't intensely focused on his character. Husband said the movie could have been called "Where's Batman?" instead of "Where's Waldo?"

Seriously, where did Joseph Gordon-Levitt come from? I mean, other than his role in 3rd Rock and a few appear…

The Friday Five - Reasons I'm Not Finished With Legends & Lovers

Wednesday night I was laying at the foot of my bed listening to my husband talk abut trucks. He loves jacked up 4X4s and monster trucks and truck pulls and off-roading. I confess, I love Monster Truck Thunderdrags and I have been known to enjoy truck pulls (yes, I have my favorites).

He held up a magazine photo of some truck and I said, "What do you think about the title The Soul Catcher's Lover? The hero is a photographer. Kodak invented the first roll film in 1888. Well, Kodak didn't, but some guy named Eastman did."

And he continued to talk about the truck. I didn't like the ring of the title. A few minutes later he said, "What did you say?"

I repeated the part about the camera. He blinked. "You said The Bed Sheet's Camera, right?"

I just rolled my eyes.

The magazine photo of the truck landed on the bed. "I thought after this one, you were done with that."

"No, I never did write Ransom's story. I promised."

His …

Author Interview - Leslie Lee Sanders

What's your book/current WIP about?

Before the Darkness (Refuge Inc., #1) is an MM post-apocalyptic erotic romance that takes place in a ruined Phoenix the days after an asteroid impact. It follows survivors Elliot and Adam and focuses on their growing attraction for each other as they hunt for spray painted signs across Phoenix. Signs directing them to a mysterious place called Refuge Inc. Book one is a dark, suspenseful, character- driven introduction to the series and an in-depth look at the characters and their companionship.

Care to share your favorite line(s) from your story?

Adam chewed his bottom lip and stood motionless for a few seconds. What could he possibly be thinking about? He then continued to move furniture around the room. "You know that saying that goes something like, be thankful for every day because you don't know what the future holds?"

Elliot nodded, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I've heard people say that plenty of times."

Adam paus…

The Fly Killer of Realization

Forgive me while I laugh at myself. Something just occurred to me. I've always said I don't understand plotters. I envy them, yes, I do, for being able to write out their ideas and follow a plan. Technically I should be an awesome plotter, because I'm very visual, but when I write, I just throw my story to the wind and let the character take over.

This morning as I sit here, wondering how to bring an end in 10,000 words, give or take, to my current WIP The Turncoat's Temptress, something hit me.

I am a plotter. I'm just a really slow, crazy, gotta write an entire book before I realize that I hate certain parts of it and I can do better kind of plotter.

For example: The Treasure Hunter's Lady had an entirely different setting the first time around. Granted, I only changed the setting (and therefore the plot because it required shifting cultures and myths) because an agent told me the book would never sell if it was set in Australia. (I waver back and forth over …

SIFWIW - Sunday Called, It Said Mondays are Stupid & Don't Deserve Acknowledgement

I don't feel like talking because I had a weird dream about Ghandi, James Marsden, a water slide and an air mattress. They both lied to me in the dream. It was pretty upsetting. Here's some visual stimulation. Enjoy.

God Made a Raccoon Fry the Transformer So I Would Get Something Done

Yesterday we had a power outage for most of the morning because, no joke, a raccoon fried a transformer. The lights came back on right after lunch. The lunch where I ate some stale Doritos that had been in my car (it's not like I was picking them off the floor or the seat. Eeeww) because I couldn't use the microwave and the restaurant around the corner couldn't cook food.

But with the computers down, I had time to read. Ooo, ooo, what did I read?

I read The Sky Pirate's Wife from start to finish. I highlighted and noted on my e-reader. My heart was warmed and touched by my characters. Um, yeah, I think it's okay for me to say that. When I got to the end of the book, I thought about how great these characters are. Most of the stuff I highlighted and noted was human error, things like that blankety-blank Oxford comma (oh, how I hate you), and a phrase here and there.

Looking back at last month, recalling the horrible panic that set in when I knew I couldn't have…

Hercules Glade/Martin Fire

You might have heard about the wildfire that raced through the Mark Twain National Forest last week. It wasn't as devastating as the Colorado wildfires. Fortunately no one here died and no houses burned down (only one was a little singed). The end result was 1,500 acres of national forest burnt cinder black. I heard two explanations for the cause: one a spark from a brush hog and the other a spark from a lawn mower. I suppose that more or less amounts to the same thing. 
Husband and I went down on Saturday because he grew up down there. We were curious to see what had burned and what was standing. Many's the time when we were dating that we went four-wheeler riding on the government property. You could smell the smoke in Garrison, Mo, about ten miles from the fire.
The Missouri Forestry Department brought in crews from Michigan, Ohio, and Iowa to help contain the blaze because Missouri crews had been fighting another fire up north all week. 
We talked to a crew out of Iowa wh…

The Friday Five - Motivational Songs

I had to get a new TFF logo because when I accidentally deleted all the pictures from my Google account, the TFF logo went too. This one is cooler anyway.

My muse is on vacay. I know I'm not the only one who feels like that. Lousy bum, didn't even ask if I wanted to come.

So when I can't write, I like to think about songs that make me feel like I'm a powerful writing warrior. Granted, most songs aren't about writing. A lot of them are about singers trying to get famous. Well, we can change some words here and there. Here are my top picks for this week (with YouTube links):

1) P.O.D. - Boom
I like this one for it's beat and also because I feel like I can bring something different (oh, I'm "different" all right LOL) to the romance genre. It's the boom.

2) Eminem - Lighters
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams. Yeah. I like that.

3) Tom Petty - Won't Back Down
An oldie, but a goodie. Even when things don't seem to be going…

Book Spotlight - Accidental Love by Lacey Wolfe

Has Jane accidentally fallen for the decoy?

Sometimes there is only one thing to do when you get dumped—make the ex jealous with someone new. Which is exactly what Jane plans to do with Ben, an older, handsome man who has agreed to act as her new love interest.

When Ben meets Toby, Jane's unruly dog, he offers to help her train him. But as Ben helps Jane gain control of her dog, he realizes he's lost control of his feelings, and he's beginning to fall for the much younger woman.

Suddenly, Jane can't seem to remember what she ever saw in her ex. All she can focus on is the way Ben makes her feel each time he kisses her. But now the ex has decided he wants her back, and he's willing to play dirty to make it happen.


Matt cleared his throat behind her. Jane's eyes widened in shock and she slowly slid her hands from Ben's neck, down his firm chest. She turned to face her ex-lover, and Ben's arm tightened around her waist, holding her close.

"Hi, …