Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Book Feature - Chrysalis & The Beam

Chrysalis (Chrysalis Series #1)
by Michel Prince
YA Paranormal Multicultural Romance
Published by Rebel Ink Press
Released on April 17, 2012
Heat Level: Sweet
Length: 437 pages

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In the annals of dysfunctional families, the Chisholm’s are working their way to the top. Drug abuse, an unwed mother with multiple fathers, and the questionable cash flow for the 'pretty one'. All this from a seemingly normal, two parent middle class family. But were the choices truly made of their free will?

Bad choices are a Chisholm family trait, one that confounds the youngest child, Ellie, who's trying to separate herself by making smart decisions. And falling for Oscar Jeffreys, the hottest guy at school, would be number one on the list of Chisholm family disasters. Yet the crazy part is it’s not a one sided attraction. Somehow Ellie has caught Oscar Jeffreys’ eye. Sure she could see the barriers between them. Race, age, popularity. They were at opposite ends of the spectrum. But a demon set to destroy her family? She can't see that.

Oscar provides security and acceptance Ellie never imagined she deserved. As the passion of first love grows, Ellie honestly believes she has a chance to beat the odds and live a happy, normal life. Then her world collapses around her. With the help of a guardian angel, Ellie learns of a world that has unknowingly surrounded her for years. And she'll have to find strength buried deep inside to save not only her future, but flush out and stop the demon in her midst.

And Ellie will have to learn that sometimes the hardest lesson about growing up is accepting that you're worth more.

“I am very happy that this book does have a sequel out, and I would more than happily recommend this book to anyone.”--Tiffany K

“It was so good that I read it from start to finish in almost one sitting.”--YA Book Addict

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The Beam (Chrysalis Series #2)
by Michel Prince
YA Paranormal Multicultural Romance
Published by Rebel Ink Press
Released on October 3, 2012
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 460 pages

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When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things.--Corinthians 13:11

There comes a time in everyone’s life when they must put aside their childish ways. In the past year, Ellie Chisholm has fallen into the security of her relationship with Oscar Jeffreys, emerging with a stronger sense of herself. But now Ellie's mother has started inserting herself into Ellie’s life, treating her as if she were a child even though Ellie has begun to make very adult decisions for her future. Having finally consummated her relationship with Oscar, Ellie learns the powers inside of her stretch further than vaporizing demons.

Maria, the demon bent on revenge, has been reigned in by God but that doesn’t stop her from disrupting and threatening those around Ellie and Oscar. Ellie becomes off balance as Maria switches strategy and attempts to destroy Ellie from the outside. Now the gauntlet has been thrown down. Ellie must help her family achieve positive change and finally break the tie between her mother and Gaap or risk losing everyone she loves.

Can Ellie maintain her sanity while walking the last steps as a child?

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About the Author:
Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science. Her novel Chrysalis is the first in a "cross-over" series following the demon plagued Ellie Chisholm. Michel writes young adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.

With characters yelling "It's my turn damn it!!!" She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn. She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.

When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.

Michel is a member of RWA Pro and lives in the Midwest with her husband, son, and cat.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Book Feature & Giveaway - Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Part 1 - Christmas)

Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Part 1 -
by Zara Stoneley
Erotic Contemporary Romance
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 48,000

Warning: Contains explicit sexual content, including f/m/f and m/f/m ménage.

One Christmas, four friends - will they still be together by New Year?

Divorce wasn’t part of the plan for Holly, but then again nor was spending the festive period with two sexy men and Santa’s little helper! With a disastrous marriage behind her, and three good friends who are willing to share, moving on could be fun – if only she can accept that sometimes her heart is wiser than her head.

Dane doesn’t do commitment, which suits Holly just fine. But when things heat up between the four friends, he’s forced to face up to his past. Will realizing he’s good enough mean he no longer wants to share…?

Laid back Charlie knows that if his best friend becomes his lover he could end up losing big time. But can he resist? And when the girl he once loved comes back, who will he decide to spend the New Year with?

…And Sophie just wants to have fun. She’s got the answers to everyone's problems, except her own …. is she the one who needs good friends most of all?

Will a caring, sharing, lust and love filled Christmas lead to the happy ever after they all desire?

WARNING - Christmas may never seem the same again!

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“Loved it! This is a hot, steamy read! If you don't like your books full of hot men, women and sex then this isn't the one for you…. I enjoyed it and look forward to the others in this series.”

“Hot, fun read!!! …A great, hot read to warm up the cold winter night!!!!! Wish it was longer, definitely wanted more!!!!”

“Where's #2?? This was my first novel of it's kind to read. I LOVED it and it has me begging for a sequel!”


I turned the corner of the stable block and reached the square that the first lot of stables fronted on to and he was there. All cowboy. He was stood at the side of a horse, his broad strong forearms resting on its back, his dark hair slightly slicked back as though he had just run his fingers through it, but now he had them on his diary, sorting out a next appointment.

He had the perfect bum for jeans, neat and toned but with just enough shape to make you want to see more, and his muscled thighs were hugged by the worn denim so that you just knew when he stripped off he’d be a million miles from stringy wimp. He was laughing as he turned and his gaze met me full on. Stormy eyes that even at that distance seemed to reach that secret bit inside of me, quirky lips that I knew could be oh so clever when he wanted them to be.

Shit, why was it that just when you were sure of what you wanted your body played hooky from your brain? The thud in my stomach spread into a kind of hungry emptiness and I knew I was probably looking at him like he was prime steak.

I cleared my throat, but clearing my mind of its horniness was a more difficult task. “Hey.” He half nodded and watched silently as I walked up to them and I could swear there was a hint of a laugh in his features.

“No green goddess today?” Oh that voice was pure unadulterated sex.

“It was green elf.” I shot the girl, who was holding the horse, an apologetic look. No-one liked it when their private session with Dane was interrupted, their half hour of one to one, their chance to flirt and push for more.

“More goddess from where I was stood.” The lopsided grin spread further across his face, right to the twinkling eyes and the wink that was oh so dirty. He stepped back from the horse, straightening up and pocketing his diary. “Or should I say, sat?” Lay. The one thought that went through my mind was lay not sat.

He knew, and was almost laughing now and I didn’t know whether to thump him or succumb to embarrassment.

“So, six weeks then?” The girl hanging on to the horse was getting narked.

“Yeah, the twentieth, same time.” He flashed his best disarming smile and I watched her kind of melt. Then he glanced back my way and she solidified again and glared. “You okay?” Yes, apart from feeling hot and bothered.

“Sure.” I stubbed at the ice hardened ground with the toe of my boot.

“So we’re on for Christmas Day then?” He’d stepped nearer and I was torn between backing off or jumping him. Decisions, decisions.

“Sophie won’t be there.”

“I know. She said.” Well, I know she said, but without the catalyst I wasn’t sure where I stood. “Is that a problem for you, can’t you handle two men?” I made the mistake of glancing up and he had the dirtiest grin on his face imaginable, his thumbs were hooked into the belt loop of his jeans and every filthy cowboy dream I’d ever had vied for attention. “Think you can cope with us?”

About the author:
Zara has been writing stories for as long as she’s been reading them. She submitted her first novel, a thriller, when she was twelve years old but as she hit her mid teens her tastes shifted from action to romance. She was soon addicted to alpha heroes, and what could be better than writing about them?

Her days are now spent daydreaming, and writing, about good looking, well built men who know what they want and know how to get it, men who know the meaning of sensual and put a girl's needs before their own, men who have a sensitive side (for your eyes only) as well as a rough edge, men who love women for what they are, men who aren't afraid to take on an intelligent, sassy woman.

She’s had an exciting and varied life, which feeds into her stories. She’s got an Honours degree in Computer Science, a teenage son, a cat, a cottage in the English countryside, and her own sexy alpha hero! She loves sexy high heels, good food, good wine, music, coffee (lots and lots of coffee), and sunshine. So, whenever she can, she heads off in search of the sun and inspiration for her stories.

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Monday, January 28, 2013

My Old Foe: Edits (And Sometimes They Make Me Cry)

It's Monday again. Funny how we keep coming back to that. As a society, we largely hate it. Why don't we do something about it?

I spent a lot of time editing on Saturday, finishing up another reading of The Turncoat's Temptress so I can finally get that sent out to beta readers. Like The Sky Pirate's Wife, there's a scene right before the black moment that gets me every time. I'm all sitting in my chair, feeling bad for the heroine because damn, it's not fair that she has to suffer so. Poor girl has not had it easy and to throw her into the lion's den like that breaks my heart. It wasn't bad enough I had to write a scene where the characters talked about what would happen if one of them died, because then I wrote this line:

She only wanted Abel and Van Buren there for one reason: they'd drag Basil back to the ship if she died. She could trust them with that task. “I want them to come. Please.”

Because if you know anything about Abel and Van Buren, then you know they would drag Basil away, no questions asked. Because the heroine, Nora, fully expects to die and you don't refusing a dying woman's request. At the time I was writing the novel (I think this would've been late July/early August), I had next to no idea what was going to happen. Ahh, pantsing--it's a chaotic mess that I love.

I know how the books ends, but she suffers, I suffer. No amount of cajoling and you're-not-the-one-who-dies-ing from Basil consoles us. One of them is bound to cark it. I'm not telling you which one, only that Basil wasn't quite as upset about ending up a corpse as his lady love was. He's perfectly aware that any time he turns around it might be his last move, but his sole purpose in life was to ensure Nora lived. I think I had an easier time writing this book than the others despite all the sadness before and during the black moments.

When I was editing (or sleeping), we watched National Treasure 2 and The Da Vinci Code. I love conspiracy/treasure hunting movies. It got me thinking about the final book in the L&L series, because the Guardians, like the secret societies in those movies, is an organization hidden from plain sight. This next novel is the one that will put the others to rest. The final chapter of the horrible crap that the bad guy rained down upon the characters, where we learn what exactly the Guardians are and where they came from, what the heck that reoccurring character Hummingbird has to do with it all, and a totally epic love story to boot. I'm really looking forward to starting book five. I think these are going to be great characters.

I won't even bring up how terrified I am of ending the series. Okay, maybe just a little terrified.

Friday, January 25, 2013

The Friday Five - It's Weathering

I totally thought I was going to get away with not posting today. You see, there was supposed to be freezing formerly liquid nasty falling from the sky. Normally, I'd be all, boo, freezing formerly liquid nasty is evil! But I was sort of looking forward to another 3-day weekend and sleeping in. And editing, I was planning on editing. Clearly the gods of weather and editing got together and had a few drinks. Hey, they said, let's get Allison's hopes up and then dash them by making the forecast clear so that she has to go to work instead of sleeping and editing. That plan seems to be sticking. I guess I'll carry on as usual then. How about . . . weather folklore?

1) Myth: Pigs gather leaves before a storm.
Truth: Pigs have nesting instincts like most animals. If a pig is gathering leaves, it probably just wants to make its bed a little more comfy. The instinct is more common in sows.

2) Myth: Birds lighting on wires indicates a storm. (One of my husband's favorite sayings)
Truth: Where there's a place to land and a tired flock of birds, there will be birds landing. Usually only migrating birds will stop if the weather is turning bad. The other birds have a place to call home.

3) Seagull, seagull, sit on the sand. It's never good weather when you're on land. Seagulls prefer to fly, or to sleep on the water. If the weather is bad, they'll come in to land and wait it out.

4) In ancient Rome, it was believed that Sirius, the Dog Star, created hot temperatures in late summer because it was the brightest. That's why we call the part of the year the "dog days of summer".

5) While there's no scientific evidence that aches and pains can predict the weather, the barometric pressure changes can make blood vessels shrink, resulting in pain. Take it however you will.

Happy Friday, kids. May your weekends be ever fruitful.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Book Feature - Sweet Prairie Passion

Normally I don't do introduction on book features. Well, I feel like I have to say something here because the author I'm featuring today is Rosanne Bittner. If you haven't read her books, stop what you're doing and go to it. Because no kidding, Ms. Bittner is the author who introduced me to romance novels and her books are one of the reasons I'm an author. Without further fan-girl gushing ado, I give you her book feature:

The first in a powerful series about the settling of the American West and its affect on pioneers and Native Americans alike.

Zeke Monroe, a half Indian scout, meets 16-year-old Abigail Trent on a wagon train west, and therein lies the beginning of a magnificent love story that covers fifty years of passion and drama set against the rugged frontier of an untamed land.

When Zeke and Abbie’s eyes met, their gazes held in the moonlight, and they both knew what had to be.  In the next moment Zeke’s lips were on hers, searching tenderly for what he needed, and giving in return.  …  Abbie looked into Zeke’s eyes, once more searching.  Then she smiled.  “Even if it can’t be forever – it’s you I want.  Only you.”  Again, Zeke’s lips took hers …

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Author bio:

I've been writing for nearly thirty years and to date have had 57 novels published, all about the American West of the 1800's and Native Americans. I write romance, but not the typical bodice-ripping adventures. My stories are deep love stories, often family sagas told as a series. It is the hero and heroine's love that holds them together through the trials and tribulations of settling America's western frontiers. I absolutely love the Rockies, the Tetons, the Sierras, and the wide-open plains, prairies and desert land west of the Mississippi. In my books, I strive to tell the truth about the settling of the West and how it affected our American Indians, as well as the gritty depth of what our brave pioneers suffered in their search for free land and a better life.

I am a member of the Nebraska and Oklahoma Historical Societies, my local southwest Michigan historical society, Women Writing the West, Mid-Michigan Romance Writers of America (treasurer) and the national RWA, and a local charity group called the Coloma Lioness Club. I help run a family business and love doing things with my three young grandsons. If you visit my web site at, where all my titles are listed as well as a page that lists all my many writing awards; or you can visit me on Facebook. At either site you will learn news of new books to come as well as reprints of many of my past titles soon to be published in trade paperback and as e-books! I also have an author site at


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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Garble, Garble, Garble

When I realized it was Tuesday, I wanted to just hit random keys and pretend this is a real post, because I doubt anyone could tell the difference anyway. But I didn't.

I would not say no if someone
said want to go back to bed?
I'm exhausted and the week has just started. You may have heard that I'm doing Zumba now. The sides of my calves feel like someone is driving ten penny nails into them with every step. When I got home last night, I had to run up the slope to the deck and run up the stairs just to get into the house because I figured the horrible pain would go away faster if I just ran instead of taking shuffling steps. Pretty sure this fun dance/party was invented by a psychopath. I found it was easier to hunch over walk so I didn't have to straighten my legs the whole way for about an hour after I got home. My husband said, "I've walked like that when I'm down in my back." I replied with, "My back's fine. I can't straighten my legs."

I like Zumba, because I always feel really good after (minus the excruciating leg pain that lasts for days), but I also kind of hate it and I feel sorry for whoever works out behind me because I sort of flop around like a monkey on experimental drugs.

I never sleep well the night before I have to return to work either. Last night was super awesome because not only did my legs hurt, I burned the @!#$ out of my finger, so it hurt, my legs were cramping, and I had a sinus headache. To top it all off, the dog coughed all night long. No idea what his problem is. This is the downside to having a dog with short bronchial tubes. He doesn't look sick, but he did look like he didn't sleep so hot either. I think he's fairing about as well as the rest of us in the sinus drainage area. Mr. Sandman was not our friend last night as he forgot to come by. What an a-hole (you can feel that my lack of sleep has left me in a right jolly mood, can't you?)

Finally getting some serious editing done on The Turncoat's Temptress. And coming up with some pretty good ideas for the fifth book in the series. I'm excited about that one.

Here's hoping for a more restful rest of the week.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Get The Author A Cookie

No Friday Five today. I'm celebrating the completion of the fourth book in the Legends & Lovers series. Yep. The Siren's Sentinel is finished. Wednesday, just before noon, I typed the happily-ever-after.

Balloons make everything more fun! Erm, sort of.
Believe it or not, the last third of this book flowed from my fingers like magic . . . um, magic . . . flowing waters? Don't get me wrong. It took forever to write, but it pretty well wrote itself. It just seemed like it would never end. For a book that I spent weeks combing over the beginning, fretting it wasn't very good, the end rolled out in big chunks. A good, satisfying ending. The kind the heroine deserves after being kicked by the bad guy from the last book.

You may remember me complaining about this book a lot in the first go-round. The hero was a wuss (do people still say that?), his back story was all shifty and not that interesting. When I dreamed up the character of Ransom Shaw, I never saw him like that. It was disappointing.

When that 70k monstrosity got (subconsciously accidentally on purpose) deleted, well, it was frightening, but it was liberating too. Don't get me wrong, I could have used parts of the end of it to pad this rewrite and sorely missed it for that reason, but it allowed me to recreate Ransom. I left out a huge element from the original draft and I really worried that it would going to make this one harder to work around. It didn't. And now the book feels less crazy for it. Yay!

I'm really glad that I decided to participate in Jano. I wasn't sure I could keep up with the word count, but I kind of blew it out of the water. Last week I managed 17,000 words. Damn, I'm good. Now if only I wasn't slightly freaked out by the fact that there's only one more book in this series.

In honor of finishing this book, I will now magically reveal the cover. Presto-poof-o:

Now back to work on editing The Turncoat's Temptress for that April release! *cracks whip*

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Guest Blog & Giveaway - Purchase I’ve Regretted

Hey everybody! Today I've got author Sara Walter Ellwood. She's on a blog tour promoting her latest release and she has a giveaway, so be sure to enter!

Have you ever bought something and totally regretted it afterward? In my current release Gambling On A Secret, the heroine Charli Monroe buys a dilapidated ranch. The Victorian mansion needs not only a major remodel, but nearly rebuilt. The barn is collapsing and the roof needs replaced.

She stares out at the falling-down outbuildings and wonders whatever possessed her to buy such a dump. Eventually, Charli sees the beauty under all the ugly and the potential for her ranch shines through. But until then, she seriously regrets her rash decision to buy it.

I recently bought a pair of high heels I loved in the store. I paid more for them than I normally would ever pay for shoes even with a coupon and walked out of the store pleased with myself. Then I wore them to work.

They were four inch heels, but three inch is really my limit to wear to work. I knew in the store they were too high, but I loved the way they looked. They were great with slacks and looked good for work, but they were dressy enough to wear with a dress or to go out on the town.

By the end of the day, I hated those shoes. My feet ached and I was miserable. They weren’t really that comfortable even in the store. I wanted them so badly, I ignored the way they pinched my toes and the way there wasn’t any padding under the balls of my feet, which is important for someone who does a lot of walking on the job.

I’ve never worn those shoes since. I honestly don’t even know where they are. But I really regret the $60 bucks I wasted to buy them.

How about you? What have you regretted buying?

When Charli bets everything on a secret, will she find the deck stacked against her?

Former runaway-turned heiress Charli Monroe is hiding her sordid past and planning a future in Colton, Texas. Attending the local college for a degree in social work, she intends to raise cattle on her newly purchased ranch, which she plans to open as a home for troubled teens. Only a few glitches—the Victorian mansion is crumbling, the barn needs a roof, and her oilman neighbor wants more than friendship. When she meets Dylan Quinn, Charli is willing to take a chance on the town drunk to help her rebuild the rundown ranch.

Dylan has his demons, too. The former Special Forces commander can’t get past his ex-wife’s betrayal and the botched mission that left him with much more than a bad limp. Certain the greedy oilman next door to Charli wants much more than just her heart, Dylan’s even willing to stop drinking in order to protect her.

When things get dangerous and secrets of the past are revealed, is he only looking out for his new employer, or is she the new start he so desperately needs?

CONTENT WARNING: Details abuse of a minor, drug abuse, alcoholism, swearing, spicy sex, murder.

COVER QUOTE: “Full of intrigue, tangled pasts, and raw emotions, this one is guaranteed to keep you turning pages from start to finish and then wishing for one more chapter!”
Carolyn Brown, New York Times bestselling author of Just a Cowboy and His Baby.
Ms. Brown also named Gambling On A Secret as one of her favorite romance reads in 2012 in the Happy Ever After Blog on USA Today.

“Ferguson, what are you doing here?” Dylan barked.

Leon ambled toward them on the stone path. “I’m saving a young maiden from torment. What are you doing here, playing the part of the devil?”

“I’m Miss Monroe’s new manager.” The deadly edge of his voice matched the flintiness of his eyes. “If there’s anyone to save the young maiden from, it’s you.”

“Mr. Quinn, please.” She turned to Leon. “Leon, is there something I can do for you?”

He smiled, showing off perfect white teeth in a face handsome enough to belong to an actor. “I was just passing by on my way home and decided to stop. How are the boys working out?”

Dylan’s stance widened and his hands flexed at his slides. “What boys?”

“Charli and I have entered into a business arrangement.”

She lost the battle with the urge to wrap her arms around herself. As much as she appreciated Leon’s kindness, respected him, and was even a little attracted to him, something about him didn’t sit right with her. He represented her peers in the community. According to Mrs. Pratt, besides the Cartwrights, she and Leon were undoubtedly the wealthiest residents in the county. No one in Colton could learn about her past. It would ruin her, and Leon, no doubt, had the means to dig up the dirt.

“Really?” Dylan stepped closer to her in a protective manner. Whiskey tainted his breath as the warmth of the exhalations tickled her cheek. “What kind of business arrangement?”

She could protect herself. Dylan Quinn wasn’t any safer than Leon Ferguson. Stepping away from him, she forced her arms to her sides. “Mr. Quinn, I can handle this.”

She faced Leon. “I’m amazed by how much the men got done since starting on Monday. The foreman told me last evening they’d be reseeding another fifty acres for hay this morning. And they have the corrals fixed and started on the fencing in the north pasture.”

“Good, good.” He glanced at Dylan. “I’ll be going, unless you need a more reliable exterminator. I couldn’t help but overhear about your snake infestation. I can give you the name of the company that has gotten rid of the snakes in our lakes over on Oak Springs for years.”

Although he presented the perfect solution, she didn’t the like way Leon had looked at Dylan as he said the word exterminator. “No, Mr. Quinn is quite capable of getting rid of the snake.”

“Oh, I’m sure he is.” Leon tipped his hat. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you, Charli.” Dylan’s jaw tightened as his uncle glanced at him. “It’s good to see you up among the living again.”

Leon headed back to his Porsche. With no pretense of lowering his voice, Dylan said, “Now, there’s a snake no one wants in their garden.”

Upon hearing the jibe, Leon’s shoulders jerked in mid-stride.

Rattled by Leon’s attention and the snake fiasco, she turned on Dylan. “You aren’t off the hook. I want those snakes gone.”

“We’ll see.”

“I hate snakes.” She shuddered and put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I should have asked him who the exterminator is.”

Sara Walter Ellwood is an award winning author whose novel Gambling On A Secret was named by bestselling author Carolyn Brown in the Happy Ever After Blog on USA Today as one of her favorite romances of 2012. Although Sara has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her stories. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for nearly 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia.

She also writes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name Cera duBois.

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~One poster from every stop will win a Gambling On A Secret ebook
~One commenter from each stop will win a piece of custom jewelry.
(The winners of these two prizes will be announced the day after the tour stop.)

I also have 2 Grand Prizes!

~First Grand Prize is a SWAG PACK, including a signed copy of Carolyn Brown’s Just a Cowboy and His Baby. Also included is a copy of D’Ann Lindun’s Shot Through the Heart, a pen, a notebook, a horse themed mini calendar, a patriotic themed day planner, and more all tucked away in a reusable tote bag at the end of my blog tour.

~Second Grand Prize is a $10 Gift Card to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble. If you follow the tour and comment as often as possible, you increase your chances of winning!
(The winners of the Swag Pack and Gift Card will be announced on March 1, 2013.)
(Swag Pack is only eligible for US residents to win. The jewelry and gift card are eligible to US and Canada residents only. The ebook is eligible to anyone, unless prohibited by law.)
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Monday, January 14, 2013

When I Procrastinate, You Get Bad Art

Today was supposed to be a day for celebrating. You see, I finally hit 80,000 words on The Siren's Sentinel. That was supposed to be the big finish. Huzzah! Book 4 is over after five months.

Book 4 is not over. I started a war and I haven't even begun the big, bad final battle. Right now all the characters are waiting for an epic speech from their queen, the reluctant heroine. They're waiting for the mother of all storms to hit and the bloodshed to begin.

I got nothin'.

I have no idea how to end this thing. I mean, obviously I have a vague clue because the HEA is guaranteed, right? But I've got to work it all out so it's horrible and tear-jerking and really shows what a turnaround the heroine has made (because in book 3, she's a real piece of work) to deserve her HEA. Must show why she deserves the love and loyalty of the hero, which she's convinced she doesn't really deserve after all the bad stuff she's done.

Sometimes being a pantser is a really, really bad thing.

Before I crossed the threshold of 80k, I was sitting in my chair, procrastinating big time. And I decided to do some artwork. Now, we all know I'm freakin' terrible at drawing. I only took art class in college because there was no way in hell I was going to pass advanced guitar. That's right, I used to play the guitar--badly. Badly because A) I thought it would be fun to play the guitar before I realized you have to have short fingernails and it really does require practice--blargh! and B) I have that wicked bad tendinitis, so holding my wrist at a weird angle to push down on the strings didn't really work out for me. I might have passed advanced guitar to get my art credits, or whatever, but my senior year, I decided taking art would be easier. I was awful. The teacher used to grimace when she looked at my drawings. Clearly my talents lie elsewhere.

In the recent years, I've taken to doing a little drawing in MS Paint. You may remember my monsters from when I was trying to get you to vote for my short story in the Missouri Literary Festival in '11. I also drew some weird looking zoo animals. Like this fox and a beaver.

Well, Saturday night while the rain was freezing outside our house and I ignored my word count, I drew this:

Erm, it's supposed to be Romy and Abel. Yeah, he's not wearing a cowboy hat. That's what's wrong with this picture, right? It took forever to do their eyes. Seriously, that was the hardest part. Not making them look super inhuman by having weirdly shaped eyes. Okay, fine. His are a little weird. And I kind of just gave up on his hair.

Jack-of-all-trades. Master of none. Oy, gotta stop blogging and start planning how this novel is going to end!

Friday, January 11, 2013

The Friday Five - When I'm Lazy, You Get Cats

It's Friday at long last! My Jano progress is eeking forward, nowhere near as productive as last week, but it's climbing. Huzzah.

I see you all out there, rubbing your hands together, mouths watering as you wait for today's TFF topic. Know what? I'm feeling really lazy. So I just looked up that frowny cat that's taken over Facebook, saved some photos of the little bugger and that's what you're getting.

Of course, one thing I discovered while searching for frowny cat memes is that most of them aren't funny. I've sifted through them. For you.

Now with more cats.

I saw one that said Garfield was a grumpy cat before it was cool. I was just grumpy. Does that count? I still haven't figured out how this isn't a meme yet.

Oh, by the way. You forgot to click and share my RTKC or Bust! campaign. You can do that by clicking that link there or the really bad Paint icon on the upper right.

Happy Friday, kids!

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Queen Harebrain Speaks

I've declared myself Queen of Harebrain Plans. I'm really good at coming up with them, awesome at failing them, but this time it's not as crazy as usual--maybe.

After lots of thinking about it and exploring Indiegogo, I decided to post a campaign that might be of some benefit to, if not me, then some others. Here's the lowdown.

I haven't been to KC since high school. This badly cropped
image shows what it might look like if I was there.

What I Need & What You Get

The registration fee for a published author at Romantic Times is $474. In addition to the registration fee, I need money for a place to stay, gas, and a hot meal or two--fuel for the author's soul. 

If you help support me here's what you'll get:

* A personalized 'Thank You' on my blog.

* A personalised 'Thank You' card in the mail.

* A free e-copies of The Treasure Hunter's Lady, The Sky Pirate's Wife, and The Turncoat's Temptress.

* Special autographed artwork from all three books.

* Mention on the Dedication page of the next book.

But wait! There's more!
If I don't reach my goal of $1000, that's okay. I'll donate half the funds to the Ozarks Literacy Council and use the other half for advertising/upgrading my computer system.

But wait! There's even more!
Perks for your contribution include:

Get ebooks!
Get an e-copy in .mobi or .epub format of either The Treasure Hunter's Lady or The Sky Pirate's Wife and a sneak peek of The Turncoat's Temptress (releasing April 16, 2013). Plus a thank you online & a personalized thank you card!

Ebooks & Artwork
* Get an e-copy in .mobi or .epub format of either The Treasure Hunter's Lady or The Sky Pirate's Wife and a sneak peek of The Turncoat's Temptress (releasing April 16, 2013). 
*A thank you online & a personalized thank you card! 
* Signed artwork specific to The Treasure Hunter's Lady.
Ebooks & Artwork
* Get an e-copy in .mobi or .epub format of either The Treasure Hunter's Lady or The Sky Pirate's Wife and a sneak peek of The Turncoat's Temptress (releasing April 16, 2013). 
*A thank you online & a personalized thank you card! 
* Signed artwork specific to all three books. 
* Mention on the Dedication page in the 4th book (due out in Fall 2013).

The Impact

I've been writing since I was young, but I had a five year gap of severe writer's block after my dad died in 2003. In 2008, I finally came up with an idea that got me back on track. I joined a writer's group, a couple of online groups, dedicated myself to learning and applying what I know.

There are certain items on the RT agenda I would love to attend to help my knowledge grow including classes on craft, genre, marketing, publishing, and some specialty things like the talks about steampunk and fantasy books.

Other Ways You Can Help

If you can't donate, but you'd like to help me reach my goal, please spread the word. Every click and reshare helps. Right click the link below and post it on your social media sites, pretty, pretty please. You can also grab this other really bad graphic to spice up your posts.

To visit my Indiegogo page, just follow this link RTKC or Bust!

Monday, January 7, 2013

Recapping The Write-in

So by now everybody knows I'm participating in Jano. Which is like NaNo, in case you skipped the sentence where I explained that before.

On January 1st I was watching my cursor blink and thinking, I cannot do this. I was mad at the characters because they're great, but they just weren't doing what I felt like they needed to do.

I was able to corral them and make them act like functioning characters Friday night. Unfortunately, they didn't play nice and they let me whole a scene that actually comes later in the book instead of writing the scene that should have come next.

So Saturday was spent filling in the blanks. I was almost late to the write-in, mostly because I decided to do something different with my hair. I haven't had a hair cut in two months because I'm debating letting it grow out again, at least to my shoulders. Anyway, I decided to curl it like I used to. The front part, anyhow. It looked decent. But I got to the write-in, irritated because someone from Oklahoma didn't know how to park and my blood sugar was low and I had this on-going demon spawn from hell headache.

I'm the blonde head in the gray jacket on the left. I promise my hair looked
better in the front. And I was wearing make up.
I got all set up and couldn't find a wifi connection, which of course, freaked me out. How was I going to get an accurate word count? Then I couldn't think of a name for the hero's father or his nephews. Um, they all ended up being named after characters from the Dukes of Hazzard. I'm going to fix that, I swear.

I later found the wifi connection, but I didn't amend the names. Instead I worked on a scene that I wasn't sure why I was writing. Around 11:30, I had to get up because despite a glass of orange juice and some strawberries I was woozy from aching butt, headache, and low blood sugar. I sought yogurt and the company of my friend, Lisa Medley.

At lunch, I was thrilled to meet a lady I met through an online critique group. It is so awesome to really meet someone you critiqued with.

After lunch, I found that wifi connection and was able to jazz up my writing by listening to my favorites on YouTube. When I'd written 2,000 words, I got really bored and started cruising the Interwebz. Between checking to be sure the shirt I ordered was finally being delivered (I wanted to wear it Saturday, but noooo, they couldn't deliver until then) and frowning at a logo I ordered off of, I managed to write another 2,000 words for a whopping total of 4,000.

I realized that I need a write-in every day. I was productive on my own on Friday, but I really had a BICHOK day on Saturday. When I got home I did another thousand words. No joke. The headache was so bad last night I barely managed a hundred words and decided to call it good for the week with a grand total of 15,547.

Everyone always says what a great time our write-ins are. We do critiques too for folks who like to get in on that. Let me say that this year's write-in was way more productive for me than last year's when I was freaking out about The Treasure Hunter's Lady.

Someone tie me to the desk because I need to finish this book and I only need about 15,000 more to do it.

Friday, January 4, 2013

The Friday Five - Things I've Done Instead of Writing

January is here and I sort of totally told myself I would finish L&L book 4 aka The Siren's Sentinel. This is the 4th of January and while the goal of Jano is to write a 50k novel in 31 days, I told myself I only have 30k to finish up, so I only need to write a thousand words a day. Easy-peasy.

Not so much.

Here are five things I've been doing instead of writing on SS.

1) Editing The Turncoat's Temptress - This is a good thing. Because on January 2nd I declared publicly that it will release as planned on April 16, 2013. So it's not all bad. In fact, that's necessary.

2) Buying stock photos and making new covers. For books I haven't even written yet. I came up with an idea and I was like bam! Love it! And immediately started looking at stock photos. Not smart. I now have a cover for a book that's only a little over half written and one that's not written at all. D'oh.

3) Working on other blog posts. Because it's important, people. I have a reputation to maintain here. The lady who gets her guest blog/book feature posts up on time!

4) Playing with fonts at because I want to get a tattoo that says, "I breathe. I hope." Because I am hopelessly hopeful. I probably won't get a new tattoo, but I found a font I really like, so I kind of just stare at it a lot while thinking, I wish I was getting a new tattoo, but what it if looks terrible in a few years?

There it is. Procrastinator royale. And in truth, I've been doing way more than those five things. Researching tablets, reading, riding around in cars with boys (okay, my husband), ordering a logo, making up names for an imprint, writing my monthly newsletter because I didn't send one out last month, and looking down at the task bar after staring into space and going, oh, crap, I'm supposed to be writing! You know how it is.

Okay, I have less than 30,000 words to go. I'm going to try to direct my attention away from Esty and do this.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Book Feature - Weathering Rock by Mae Clair

Title: Weathering Rock
Author: Mae Clair
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Genre: time travel/paranormal romance
Buy it: Amazon || Barnes & Noble || Lyrical Press || Kobo

Colonel Caleb DeCardian was fighting America’s Civil War on the side of the Union when a freak shower of ball lightning transported him to the present, along with rival and former friend, Seth Reilly. Adapting to the 21st century is hard enough for the colonel, but he also has to find Seth, who cursed him to life as a werewolf. The last thing on Caleb’s mind is romance. Then fetching Arianna Hart nearly runs him down with her car. He can’t deny his attraction to the outspoken schoolteacher, but knows he should forget her.

Arianna finds Caleb bewildering, yet intriguing: courtly manners, smoldering sensuality and eyes that glow silver at night? When she sees Civil War photographs featuring a Union officer who looks exactly like Caleb, she begins to understand the man she is falling in love with harbors multiple secrets--some of which threaten the possibility of their happiness.

Finding a decent guy who'll commit is hard enough. How can she expect Caleb to forsake his own century to be with her?

“Stop it!” Arianna shook off Wyn’s grip, pivoting to face him. “Are you crazy?”

Before he could answer, something slammed against the door. Caleb screamed. The sound knifed through her like the violent jolt of an electrical wire.

“Caleb!” She launched herself at the door, panicked and terrified by the thought of the man she loved in horrific pain.

“Don’t!” Wyn stiff-armed her aside and grabbed the knob, forcibly holding it in place. “Get a chair. Something, anything! We’ve got to keep him locked inside.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Arianna, get a fricking chair. Now!”

There was another crash, and then a bang as something heaved against the door, making it shudder from top to bottom. Arianna heard a snarl that turned her blood to ice. The door rattled in its frame, weakening as something battered against it. Something inhuman locked in the room with Caleb.

A cold fist clamped over her stomach.

“Wyn, what’s going on?”

“Chair!” he spat. “Get me a damn chair.”

The raw urgency of his voice plowed through her confusion. She darted into the dining room, snagged a chair, and dragged it into the hallway. The thing in the parlor was still hammering away, heaving itself against the door in an attempt to burst through. Wyn’s face was white with strain as he struggled to hold the door shut with both hands. He rammed the top of the chair beneath the knob, wedging it securely into place. A blood-thirsty howl exploded from the other side, kicking Arianna’s heartbeat into overdrive.

“My God, Wyn, what’s going on?” She lurched for the door.

“Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Wyn caught her around the waist and swung her up against the wall.

She tried to squirm free. “I know Caleb’s trapped in there. We have to help him! There’s something in the room. Can’t you hear it?”

He held her wrists, pinning her arms to the wall. “Listen to me!” His eyes were wild, his face inches from hers. With a single frenetic skip of her heart, she realized he was as terrified as she was.

“There’s nothing in the room. Only Caleb. Do you hear me, Arianna? It’s Caleb.”

“No!” She shook her head, unwilling to believe what he told her, but another ear-splitting snarl fanned her fear higher. Nothing made sense. Not the stark fear in Wyn’s eyes, the sweat-slickened grip of his palms crushing her wrists or the chillingly inhuman sounds coming from the parlor. The man she loved could never sound so guttural or barbarous.

“I don’t care!” She ripped free of his hold. “I don’t care if he’s by himself or in there with something else. You have to help him!”

She lunged for the door, but Wyn grappled her around the waist, holding fast. They were still struggling when the sound of shattering glass rang through the narrow center hall of Weathering Rock.

Author Bio:
Mae Clair knew from the time she entered grade school that she wanted to be a writer. She credits her parents with instilling in her an insatiable love of reading through weekly trips to the library when she was a child. Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create characters and make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars.

Inspired by folktales, legends and things-that-go-bump-in-the-night, she loves to blend the fantastical with the ordinary. Her heroes are known to be flawed and complex, her heroines capable, independent and sexy.

Throughout the years she has been actively involved in various writing and critique groups and is a past President of the Central Pennsylvania Writers’ Organization. She lives in Pennsylvania and is married to her high school sweetheart (a.k.a. the Love of Her Life). In her downtime she enjoys reading, digital scrapbooking and unwinding with her husband by the pool when the fickle PA weather permits. A self-admitted idealist, Mae is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.

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