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SPEEDING TICKETS/ Book 1 of Rocky Road Series

6/4/2013

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Speeding Tickets is a contemporary romantic suspense novel centered around recently widowed Christine Cassler, whose journey through trauma and tragedy is intermixed with the hope of finding love once more. She is hardly prepared for a tumultuous romance with a mysterious handsome biker, though, and when she uncovers a scheme of deceit and embezzlement at work, it threatens not only her second chance at happiness, but also her very life.

   TALKING WITH VALLEY BROWN    

   Sometimes things just hit you over the head.
   
Like many people, the writing portion of my life went comatose after college.  I was immersed in building a career in art and raising a child.  Evidently, my brain was covertly working overtime, because the urge to write erupted in 2005 and hasn’t stopped.  I found myself writing romantic suspense, between compulsive bouts of poetry.

     Speeding Tickets came out of nowhere.  The characters already knew who they were and where they wanted to go.  They borrowed heavily from my mental data stash, but really weren’t metaphors for me or anyone I knew.  Pages gushed out of me.  My story seemed finished, until I attended my first writers’ conference.

    Like any starry-eyed newbie who has sunk heart and soul into their first novel, I offered up my virginal manuscript to a seasoned professional, breathless, anticipating validation of my toil.

    “Your story really doesn’t start until Chapter 4.”  Author Shirley Jump stated my plot needed refinement and pizzazz.  It was suffocating from superfluous verbiage and passive writing.  She calmly shredded the first five chapters (no, not physically). 

    Amazingly, I didn’t cry, gnash my teeth, or contemplate torching all 120,000 words on a ceremonial bier.  Everything made sense.  It energized me.  My brain was on the right track but had work to do.  It was the best possible form of rejection.

    Not long afterward, I met a retired professional editor, completely by accident.  She offered to look at my writing and reached the same conclusion as Ms. Jump.  On condition of anonymity, she offered to help.  Her specialty was developmental editing.  Figuring this was a billboard-sized sign from heaven, I ran with it.

    I re-organized, re-worked and re-wrote.  She pointed out weaknesses and anomalies, advised and suggested improvements.  I could accept or reject everything, but I at least had to be open and consider things.  More often than not it was as if she could read the back of my mind, putting into words what my subconscious had already figured out but couldn’t seem to get across.  The story lost 40,000 words, becoming a clean, tight, engaging account of two people getting a second chance at love.

My Take (Two Thumbs Up)

Most of my reviews are usually lengthy. I apologize to Ms. Brown for the brevity of my review due to illness. At first, I didn't know what Speeding Tickets would be about, but I soon found myself riding along with Christine on her voyage of self-discovery and new beginnings.


Ms. Brown has done something few authors have had the courage to do...make a fifty-year-old woman the heroine. Many women find themselves restarting their lives in their middle years and should be able to identify with Christine as a grieving widow.


Christine demonstrates both vulnerability and strength, making her a well-rounded heroine. The arrival of Doug, the handsome biker into her life and has her taking turn on an unfamiliar path.

This is a fun read for all, but I am willing to bet women who have struggled with loss in their lives will enjoy Christine's adventure more.


LINKS:

Shortcut for Speeding Tickets on Amazon.com:


http://www.amazon.com/Speeding-Tickets-Valley-Brown/dp/1934603090/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

Valley Brown website link:    
http://valleybrown.com


Broken Glass Publishing website link:
http://brokenglasspublishing.com

Valley Brown Blog link:
http://valleybrown.wordpress.com

Valley Brown Page on Facebook:
https://facebook.com/pages/Valley-Brown/243539242332064?ref=hl

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LOOKING FOR JIMMY STEWART By Jeane Daly

5/29/2013

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Andi Temperly has everything she ever wanted: the perfect job, a handsome fiancée, and loyal friends. Until that disastrous day robbed her of all the things she loved.

(Jeane want to hear your stories too, in particular, your favorite Christmas present as a teen. Please comment, and  a random commenter will be pick as the winner of $20 Amazon giftcard.)








REVIEW

Looking for Jimmy Stewart is a sweet romance by Jeane Daly. Andi, our heroine, had a perfect life, yesterday. Today is not so great. Not only as she lost her beloved job as an airline flight attendant, her company went bankrupt making her stick worthless. It would be great if she had a strong masculine shoulder to pour her troubles out on, but her boyfriend left about the same time as her job. Unfortunately, he helped himself to a few things on his way out too.

Andi Temperly returns to her hometown to lick her wounds and hopefully find a new job. Working at the same steakhouse that she did as a teen is certainly a comedown. It doesn’t help to find she has a demanding neighbor with an oversized cat who keeps hanging out at her house. The nephew is busy trying to corral the wayward feline while attempting to charm her.

No thanks, she is not in the mood to be charmed. Between job searches, she relaxes with Jimmy Stewart’s movies. Why can’t men today be more like Mr. Stewart, she often wonders to herself unaware she may have a regular Jimmy right under her nose.

Ms. Daly populated the town with strong and often eccentric characters. Andi’s girlfriends are a nice touch. There is sweetness about this book you don’t normally find in books today. Outside of the ex-boyfriend, no one is bad. They are simply people living ordinary lives the best they can.

Looking for Jimmy Stewart should satisfy your romance sweet teeth. It is a good book to keep in your purse to read anywhere. No worries about hiding the cover, you can enjoy this sweet romance with no embarrassing blushes. Two thubs up for Ms. Daly.

It is available in both paperback and Kindle.

Looking for JiMMY Stewart (click to buy)
The Story Behind The Story

When I talk about my recent book, Looking for Jimmy Stewart, the same question comes up…when did you decide to write a book. I’ve been writing since I was twelve…nothing major, just things in my daily life. That was the beginning of Daly Life and On the Bright Side, my two humor columns for the Community News. Four highly intelligent (cough) readers had taken time from their busy lives to email and say nice things about my writing. Those emails were the instrument I needed to push me toward my goal of writing a novel.

Because my book is a contemporary romance, I joined Romance Writers of America and took zillions of creative writing workshops. I joined From The Heart, an online critique group, where I met dedicated writers from all over the world.

I sent query letters to editors and agents…after months of anxiously waiting for a reply…rejections. On January 1, 2010, the call every writer dreams about happened.

“Jeane, it is with great pleasure I offer you a contract…”


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Lapses of Memory by M.S. Spencer

5/20/2013

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Usually a story starts with a kernel of memory, or an anecdote, or even an image flashing across the inside of your eyes. Lots of things can trigger it—a news headline or a paragraph tucked away in the obituaries, a throw-away line from a conversation, or even a publisher’s idea. In the case of my new release, Lapses of Memory, it was the latter. My wonderful publisher at Secret Cravings tossed out the idea of a series based on “love in the air.” My editor asked if I might be interested in making a contribution. I emitted a high-pitched squeal that sounded enough like “yes” to commit me to the project.

Now, rather than starting with a plot of my own devising, I had to come up with one related to someone else’s theme. Here’s the part where an image flashing across your brain comes in. Sitting quietly in what I optimistically call my lotus position, I mulled. “Planes,” I said to myself. “Love in the air…snakes on a plane (nah)…old planes…my first trip on a plane…” Yeesss! On a recent visit to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum I had seen an enormous, bulbous silver bird hanging from the ceiling with EASTERN painted in red across the side. I remember it made me feel old, since the aircraft was, in fact, the very first plane I’d flown on at age four. A Boeing 377 Stratocruiser, one of the first to make the transatlantic voyage a regular event, it allowed—with its sleeping berths and formal dining—for luxurious air travel in the 1950s.

I decided that my heroine, Sydney, would take that plane. And so would the hero Elian. Everything was going swimmingly until I realized that, this being a contemporary romance, Sydney and Elian would be too young in 1958 to fall in love. So I was forced to make them suffer through an intermittent romance as they (and airplane design) matured. I made them journalists so I could subject Sydney and Elian to assorted world catastrophes, like Egyptian/Israeli tensions, the Iranian revolution, and the civil war in Lebanon. They held up rather well considering.

One lucky reader with a story about a plane ride they’ve taken will win a pdf of Lapses of Memory. Enjoy!

Lapses of Memory, by M. S. Spencer

Secret Cravings Publishing, May 10, 2013

Ebook, 70,000 words

Romance, Action/Adventure, M/F, 3 flames

Buy Link: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=595

Lapses of Memory is a story within a story, in which Sydney Bellek relates the story of her life to her daughter Olivia.  Every few years from the age of five Sydney meets her true love Elian Davies, but while he remembers her, she doesn’t recognize him. Only after surviving wars, revolutions, and years of separation does she realize they are meant to be, but this time it is Elian who has lost his memory of her. While Olivia chronicles the ups and downs of her parents’ romance she must also deal with her own dilemma, choosing between the rich and dashing Rémy de Beaumec, who wants to take her around the world, and the strong, silent, American-to-the-core, Benjamin Knox, who only wants to make her happy. 

EXCERPT (PG): The Lady Doesn’t Remember

Several beers later they wobbled out to the lobby holding hands. Sydney had learned enough to know this Elian was a complex person and really, really cute. When they reached her room he backed her against the door. She could feel his penis throbbing through his jeans and took a minute to revel in the desire the friction ignited before pushing him away. He set his arms on either side of her, and regarded her with serious eyes. “You still don’t remember me, do you?”

She shook her head. She didn’t really want to recognize him. Placing him in some other context could only be deflating. She liked him now, a tall, thin, russet-haired man with a pulsing member and inviting mouth, currently blowing a tidal wave of pheromones in her direction.

He continued to stand there, making none of the moves she wished he’d make. Finally she took a step toward him and held out her lips. Leaning in, he took them with his. The link pulled the rest of their bodies together. Arms went around waist and neck, bellies ground against each other, thighs intertwined. Sydney fell into a long, dark, winding tunnel that squeezed her, taking her breath away. She no longer felt corporeal, but more like a soft piece of quivering tissue, the bones dissolving, reduced finally to a pool of liquid heat.

He broke away, panting. “Now do you remember me?”

Her arms empty, she tried blinking to drag herself back to the present. Elian swam into view. His azure eyes shot signals, signals that she couldn’t decipher. What does he want of me? Why can’t we live for the moment? Just be in the here and now? For an instant she thought of lying, but somehow she knew he would see through it, that it would only push him farther away. “I’m sorry.”

He lifted his arms, and dropped them in frustration. He gazed at her, pleading. She couldn’t help him. Bits of him seemed familiar—as though those features belonged to someone else she’d known a long time ago. Other bits, like his deep, gruff voice and his air of insolence, were strange and new. A fleeting sense of abandonment passed through her. Whoever he reminded her of had left her once before. She didn’t want that loneliness again. She turned from him and put the key in the door. He caught her arm. “We’ll meet again, Sydney.”

She tried to match the hope in his voice. “Perhaps we will.” She ran inside and threw herself on the bed. After a good cry and a call for room service, she paced the room, trying to get a grip on her emotions. Something deep in Elian’s eyes drew her. She didn’t recognize his face, but she felt a linkage, a bond with him. An affinity shared, but long ago. She understood him, knew him. A face rose before her, but all jumbled as though she looked at it through a kaleidoscope. Eyes, chin, nose, cheeks, all split up into triangles and rhomboids, making the face as inscrutable as a Picasso painting. She gave up.

Halfway through the chicken cordon bleu she stopped, fork stalled two inches from her mouth. Why does he care whether I recognize him? What is this rapport I sense? Is there some deep, dark secret I should know? Oh my God, is he my long lost brother?

Biography

Although I’ve lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), the last 30 years have been spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. I’m about to heave the entire ho to Florida, leaving behind the cherry blossoms, the monuments, and the political hacks.

Contacts:

Blog: http://msspencertalespinner.blogspot.com

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/msspencertalespinner

Twitter: www.twitter.com/msspencerauthor

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/msspencerauthor/
Amazon Author Page:

http://www.amazon.com/M.S.-Spencer/e/B002ZOEUC8/

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/msspencer


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CUDDLE UP SCP BLOG HOP MAY 18-19

5/17/2013

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Read Contemporary Romance Excerpts and win prizes from 26 different Authors. Prizes given at each stop.

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This Stop: Unexpected Cougar by Morgan K Wyatt & a chance to win a $15 Starbucks GC & two free books from my backlist.

Blurb:
Who ever heard of a divorced marriage therapist? It didn’t
  inspire confidence, but her fake wedding ring did. Of course, the ring sounded a  death knell for actually meeting men. Not that she’d date her clients because they were already married. She just needed a different life on the side, one where she dated hot professional men who’d wine and dine her. Fat chance.

Instead she spends all her time at King Crab restaurant discussing her failed dates with Jackson, the young bartender. Why did love have  to be so hard? Oh yeah, that’s why people came to her for advice. If she
were to  advise herself then it would be to grab Jackson, and forget his age.

By  the time, she makes up her mind, Trinity shows up; she thinks
Jackson would be  the perfect third husband. Elise has to play dirty to win her man with hilarious  results.


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First Kiss
Blog: The Art of Kissing

I recently picked up an unread book I have on my bookshelf called The Art of Kissing. This small book by William Cane came from a neighbor’s yard sale.

The author starts out the book by reminding us of our first magical kiss. Think back; what was your first kiss like? Young people are supposed to start somewhere, but what if you’re an adult and don’t know how to kiss?

Did you know smiling and laughing will garner you more kisses than looking sultry or sad. People are attracted to happy people…and they tend to kiss them too. Don’t know how to kiss? The author suggests placing your lips gently on your date's lips and wait a few seconds seeing if your sweetie will respond. Most will and then you simply follow their movements.

Different kisses mean different things. I went out on a second date with my husband and was unsure if he liked me. At the end of the date, I received the sister kiss on the hair. What was that? What did it mean? He later admitted that his intention was to let me know he was fond of me, but not to press too hard too fast.

William Cane reveals in his book that women love kissing. In fact, many women report they could do it for hours. The majority of women described kissing as being more intimate than sex.  What makes kissing so special?

It brings a special intimacy and warmness to a couple. To go from a kissing zero to hero, a man has to be creative. Men who kiss you in an unexpected location such as an escalator are bound to get a reaction. Then of course, there are men who kiss you on unexpected places. The number one place women like kisses besides the lips according to an Internet survey is the neck.

What if a man is horrible at kissing? Could be he’s a shy guy who hasn’t had much experience, but might be willing to learn. Then there are men who are rather rigid with their lips who peck at you as if you were corn and they, a chicken. If a man is over thirty-five and still pecks like a chicken…well, you may have to decide how much you like kissing. This is not someone who enjoys kissing. At best, he sees kissing as a way to warm up the woman for the main event. 

In Cane’s book, both men and women participated in a survey to see how Americans fared on the kissing scale. Europeans, especially Italians, French and Spanish kissed more frequently and kissed well. They also kissed in public more and kissed for the sake of kissing. Sadly, even the Germans scored higher than Americans did. We can take heart that our British cousins scored rather low too. The complaints against American men included that they usually don’t know how to kiss; they’re too forceful and see it as only a prelude to sex. American women were not open to public kissing as much as their European cousins and didn’t open their mouths as much. We can tell ourselves that was only the opinion of people answering the survey.

A man who loves to kiss and is willing to learn and experiment is priceless. He’ll feather delicate kisses over his lover’s closed eyes. Playful Eskimo nose rubs and puppy dog lick kisses are in his repertoire along with lip sucking and French kissing. He’s tried them all at some time and is willing to try more. Do you remember a movie hero who was a terrible kisser?

The reason behind this is women want men who can kiss well. A kiss epitomizes romance. A man who kisses well and times his kisses appropriately can usually have his pick of women. After a hard day, a simple hug and kiss can make you feel SO much better. On the flipside, couples who divorce usually haven’t kissed for a very long time. The lack of kissing helps break down their initial bond. They no long feel close because they’re not. Never underestimate the power of a kiss.

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UNEXPECTED COUGAR EXCERPT

His eyes twinkled at her in the dim light, or did she imagine it?

 “Nope, I am walking you out to your car. Men look out for the more delicate sex. Although, despite you’re feminine appearance, I bet you’re a tough female, a regular Captain Janeway.”

 “Who?” She scanned the parking lot for her car, which wasn’t hard since all the cars were gone, except for a few belonging to employees. She walked toward her green compact sedan with Jackson keeping pace. He rattled the change in his pocket a sure sign of nervousness. What did he have to be nervous about?

“Captain Janeway commanded the Starship Voyager on the ill-fated Star Trek spin-off. Still, her character was a strong, attractive, smart woman—uhm forget I said anything.” He stammered to an abrupt stop.

 Elise hip bumped him playfully and acted surprised. “Oops, sorry. I know who Janeway is. I especially liked her Native American first officer, Chakotay.

 “Really? I never met a woman who had actually heard of the show.  Is this yours?” He nodded in the direction of the green less than beautiful car.

 “Untrustworthy as it is.”

 She found herself drawn to the slightly nerdy bartender, and they were at her car. If he were a date, she’d expect a kiss. If a guy tried to French her, plastering her against her car, she definitely wouldn’t go out with him again. If he pursed up his lips reminiscent of a second grader, she’d pass on him too. A firm, light touch of the lips solicited a second date, unless he’d triggered one of her taboo areas during the evening. This included rhapsodizing about the wonders of his mother, complaining bitterly about his ex, and every other woman who passed through his life, or expecting sexual favors as a nightcap.

 A press on the keychain fob unlocked the car, turning on the interior light and highlighting the backseat complete with all the bachelorette gear for a friend’s party. Maybe Jackson wouldn’t notice the cake in the shape of male genitalia. At five times the real size, it was hard to miss. Jackson covered his mouth in sudden coughing fit and turned his head slightly away. He hadn’t missed it.

 “Are you a baker by trade?” he asked in a choked voice.

 “Argh, I prayed you didn’t see that. A business associate in my building is getting married. Shirley, a sixty-plus widow, picked out all the goodies. I’m the lucky one who gets to haul it all around. If they knew how unreliable my car has been lately, they might have picked someone else.” She put her hand on the door only to find his hand there already.

 “Allow me.” He opened the door. “What’s wrong with your car?”

 “Starter.” She slid in, turned the key, and listened to the car grind and not start. “It takes a while for it to catch. I know I should get a new one, but…”

 “What?” He braced his arms against the roof of her car and leaned in to talk to her. “Why aren’t you fixing it? It’s not safe for you to be out on your own and not be able to get your car started, especially in a dark parking lot.”

 Same lecture her father gave her a few days before. She sighed and muttered “Thanks, Dad.”

 Jackson recoiled, slamming his head on the open door frame. Damn, just when she thought he might kiss her. Not that he should, but she hoped he would. It would mean he was interested in her, although he’d already shown her more attention than she’d had in the last six months. Still, he was probably just a nice guy who walked lone women to their cars.

 He spun away from her to better curse under his breath, holding his head with both hands. Getting out of her car, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him from the back, an extremely bold move on her part. 

“I’m sorry Jackson you’re nothing like my father, with the exception he’s a nice guy. You’re a nice guy. He has brown hair. You have brown hair. He has—oh, I’m babbling.”

 Jackson turned slowly in her loose embrace until he faced her. “I like it when you babble.” His lips moved closer to hers when a voice broke into their romantic bubble.

 “Jack, I can’t get the credit card machine to work,” a disembodied female voice called out.

 She not only heard his sigh, she felt it. He backed off, dug out his wallet, and pawed thought the contents until he produced a battered business card and handed it to her.

 “The guy who owns this garage is a friend and a former co-worker. He’ll give you a free estimate and do honest work. Try starting the car again. I don’t want to leave without it running.” Jackson glanced back at the figure at the door.

 “Okay.” She hopped into the car and cranked the engine again, hoping it would start.

 She didn’t need her wonky car holding up business. This time it caught. Backing out, she waved at Jackson. Would this be the last time she saw him? Probably not if she continued to use the restaurant to meet her dates, the thought of him watching her soldier through inappropriate pairings would make her even more self-conscious. Why didn’t she ask him out? Maybe she read the signs wrong. It might horrify the guy. The thought of even more masculine rejection tightened her lips and steeled her determination to give dating a break.

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Why Character Names Matter

5/9/2013

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I have several works in progress without having actual character names. They have names that will have to change. That's where you come in because names are very important.

Hero names can either make or break the character's image. Heroines' names are a little more creative. An awkward heroine name can be shorten to an easier, often sexier,  name. Think about how you feel about certain names. I will not have a hero named Damien because I still remember The Omen, were the anti-Christ bore the same name. I stay away from the name Jason since it starred in so many slasher movies. Of course, one of my bad guys is Jason.

Then there are awkward names that don’t denote evil, but certainly doesn’t make you think of a sexy alpha male. Names like Elmer, Harold, or Eugene. I went to school with a decent guy named Eugene, but he did not attract the girls. Names do shape the way we treat people.

 As a teacher, I wonder why people actually named their sons Buddy, Buddy, or even Tater. I have seen the birth
certificates. Then there are the girls with stripper names such as Delite, Treasure and Njoy. It will be hard for them to even interview for a job in the professional world. A recent study revealed that applicants with unusual names did not even get an interview despite having the same or better qualifications. The real reason behind this is the interviewer already has a mental image of the candidate before ever meeting him or her.

This is the reason behind authors and stars changing their names. Back in Hollywood’s heyday, they tried
to make the star’s new names between two and three syllables and not more than five for the full name. It was easy to remember and say. The men sometimes could get by on fewer syllables such as John Wayne and Rock
Hudson.

 As a writer, I find myself running out of names I like. I recently went back to list all the names I’ve used in my Secret Cravings Novels. I discovered I repeated two names, Nick and Ashlee. Argh. This is a writer’s worst fear. The reason behind this is people will think they are the same people. They might think my Nick in Reluctant
Cougar
is fooling around with the heroine in Escaping
West
, even though almost two hundred years separate them. The good news is my historical Nick is really Levi due to changing his name when he became a gambler.

 As for Ashlee, I still have time to change the name since Seeking Shelter hasn’t been published yet. I could use some help coming up with new names for WIPs. Maybe you can help. Here are the names I used. 
 
Hero Names: Nick, Colt, Grayson, Townsend, Wolf, Marcus, Alex, Kevin, Ryan, Dylan, Jackson, Nick,
Curt, Brent

Heroine Names: Yvette, Emily, Eileen, Kitty, Krista, Teresa, Cinda, Darla, Ashlee, Amy, Leah, Elise, Ashley,
Deidre, Theo

I need two names for WIP contemporary romantic suspense.   The thirty-ish heroine manages to survive an attempt by her crime lord husband to kill her. He believes she is dead.  A kind soul and her brother rescue her from the sea. Unfortunately, the heroine doesn’t remember who she is. I need names for the heroine and the hero. The hero is intelligent and thoughtful, more Clark Kent than Superman.

 I appreciate your help. If I use your names, it is fitting you should get something from it. I will mention you in the
dedication, a free book when published, plus a gift card for right now. A $10 dollar gift card for either Starbucks or Amazon depending on where you live. Thanks.





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Beneath Outback Skies by Alissa Callen

5/1/2013

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Blurb - A captivating
rural  romance featuring an indomitable young woman determined to save her family farm,  and the city-boy who is not all he seems...Paige Quinn will let
nothing and no  one distract her from caring for her wheelchair-bound father, Connor, and  fighting for her remote, drought-stricken property, Banora Downs. Least of all a  surprise farm-stay guest named Tait Cavanaugh, whose smooth words are as lethal  as his movie-star smile. Except Paige can’t help noticing that, for a city-boy,  Tait seems unexpectedly at home on the land. And he does ask a lot of  questions…It doesn’t matter how much he helps out or how much
laughter he brings  into her life, she soon suspects he is harbouring a big
secret – the real reason  he has come to Banora Downs…

Alissa is giving out a e-copy of her book  What Love Sounds Like for commenters who can answer this question. Question: Do you have, or have you ever had, a special pet in your life?
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Alissa Callen live in Australia and writes about it. So what makes Australia a great place for romance.

Five reasons why the Australian Outback is  a perfect setting for a romance novel …
1. The Aussie Outback is spectacular – from  ochre red dust to brilliant blue skies, to cream-trunked gum trees, to bleached  grasses, the colour palette provided by rural Australia is breath taking.

 2.Just like in the Old West, the outback fosters a special type of community spirit as people band together to survive no  matter what Mother Nature might throw at them – fires, floods or droughts.

 3.There are cowboys (and cowgirls). Need I say any more

 4.Stories set in the Outback may also contain  animals, whether they are horses, mischievous puppies or even in my current WIP  a goat who believes she is a dog.

 5.The Outback with its endless horizons, starlit night skies and sense of space is a place where past hurts can heal and dreams come true.


  excerpt – Chapter one-

    Unless  this city boy is on a first-name basis with the rain gods, I’m not showing him  around Banora Downs.’
    Paige Quinn’s quiet, measured words fell like much-needed 
rain into the silence of her father’s study.
    I know how hard you work, how busy you are, but I’ve
given  my word this man can stay.’ Lines of tension mapped Connor Quinn’s creased  features. His strong shoulders were braced beneath the red-checked cotton of his  best shirt. ‘Possum … I’m sorry.’
   Her Akubra crumpled beneath her tight grip. She’d been out droving hungry cattle in the long paddock for a fortnight. In such time it looked as though her father had aged a decade.
  ‘ It’s okay, Dad. You can’t control fate. Can’t make life fair.’Her gentle tone failed to return colour to her father’s hollowed cheeks. They both knew she wasn’t talking about the endless blistering Australian summer.
   ‘We can do this. We can survive.’ Conviction echoed in her words like her footsteps upon the floorboards as she approached her father’s desk. ‘Just as we’ve always done. Just the two of us.’ She placed her hat upon the time-worn mahogany. ‘We don’t need some paying guest’s cash.’
   She may as well have been talking to one of the garden statues that now presided over old tools in the shed, instead of lush lawns and 
 fragrant flower beds. The only movement in her father’s expression was his eyes as they glanced from her face to her hat. She shifted on her feet. The sun-bleached felt would look pristine compared with her torn-around-the-edges appearance. Her faded emerald-green shirt was caked in ochre dust, her jeans so stiff they could walk by themselves to the laundry
    Her father lowered his hands and the sinews of his forearms  flexed as he manoeuvred his wheelchair out from behind the desk.
    ‘Yes, we do. We haven’t had a wheat crop for five years. We’ve few cattle left to sell.’ She steeled herself so the reality of how  much they did have left wouldn’t show on her face. ‘This drought has hit us hard. We need money to eat … to live.’
   She swallowed down her hunger. The meagre slice of toast 
she’d eaten around her dawn campfire was little more than a memory.
   ‘We’ll make do. You know what happened with the last city-slicker. He had three showers a day and drained the tank. Not to mention 
our phone bill because his mobile didn’t have reception. As for the time he went  for a walk and we had to organize a bloody search party …’ She knelt to grasp  her father’s hands. ‘This man will be just the same. He’ll be nothing but trouble. We don’t have the diesel to drive him to town. We don’t have the cash for his lobster and caviar.’
   ‘ If it helps,’ a deep-timbred voice sounded from the doorway behind her, ‘I’m allergic to seafood.’
    Paige stiffened. Only the firm grasp of her father’s hands prevented her from spinning around. ‘Paige,’ her father murmured as if she were 
six years old again, ‘play nice.’ A flicker of humour lit his eyes. ‘We want our  guest to leave with good memories, not with his arm in a cast. Okay?’
   She kinked a brow. ‘You do remember cousin Charles fell out  of the tree all by himself, don’t you?’
   Her father winked and eased his grip on her hands.
   She straightened and spun on her boot heels to see a tall man stride into the room.
   She met eyes as blue as the water that haunted her dreams. For a nanosecond she drowned in their cool, clear depths. Then the stranger’s scent hit her. Top-shelf aftershave. Hand-crafted leather. Money. Three things as foreign to her world as dust, dehydration and desperation were to him.
    It didn’t matter if the price tag for keeping his thick, dark hair city-short would feed them for days. It didn’t matter if the muscles beneath the fine weave of his blue chambray shirt were exactly what she needed to fix the broken fence. This paying guest wasn’t welcome. The outback was no place for the inexperienced or the foolhardy. Even more so when rain was non-existent. Everything was thirsty and bad-tempered. Stock. Snakes. Humans. There was no way this man could stay the weekend.
   He stopped in front of her and offered his hand. ‘Tait Cavanaugh.’
   Her arm lifted as though it were anchored by a heavy weight. ‘Paige Quinn.’
  His clean, smooth palm slid against her smaller, work-roughened one. A smile laced his eyes with laughter and light. She pulled her hand away. Unless this man’s charm made it rain, he and his high-wattage grin were as useful as stilettos in a cattle yard.
   She inclined her head towards Connor. ‘I believe you’ve spoken with my father, Connor Quinn?’
   Yes, I’ve already had the pleasure over the phone.’ He extended a hand towards the older man. ‘You were right on the money. The V12
  engine did the trip in just under eight hours.’
   The men exchanged a lengthy, vigorous handshake. She ground  her teeth. A masculine love-fest of all things automotive wasn’t part of
her  eviction plan. Not only would Tait deplete their water supply, he’d also soak up  her time – time she needed to hide the true state of Banora Downs’ affairs from  her father. She’d promised her mother she would take care of him and he had  enough to deal with without the added burden of the farm. The trading of his  cane for his wheelchair told her just how much his legs troubled him. V12 engine  or not, this man, his fancy vehicle and his easy grin had to go. No matter how  much money he was paying. Or how much her father’s expression had lightened in  the past few minutes. Exhaustion pressed upon her shoulders.
   ‘Mr Cavanaugh, your being allergic to seafood does help. We  don’t have insurance. So it’ll be in both our best interests if you stayed
  elsewhere.’ She pushed her lips into what she hoped qualified as a smile. ‘I personally will arrange accommodation in another farm-stay closer to town.’
   "I wouldn’t want to cause trouble.’
  ‘Oh, it’s no trouble. Believe me.’ She inclined her head towards the phone on the office bench. Her fingers curled into a fist at the urge to reach for the handset. ‘It just so happens I have the farm-stay’s 
number on speed-dial.’
   ‘I bet you do.’ His chuckle failed to disguise the determination clipping his words. ‘But you won’t need any insurance. I’m a good 
 boy scout and brought my emergency adrenaline EpiPen.’ The corner of his mouth kicked into a half-grin. ‘I’m sure you’ll have no trouble sticking a needle into  me.’
   She compressed her lips to stifle a smile.
   Gorgeous. Witty. Used to getting his own way.
   This city pretty-boy wasn’t even  staying a day.



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Author Alissa Callen
author bio -  When Alissa Callen isn't writing  she plays traffic controller to four children, three dogs, two horses and one renegade cow who really does believe the grass is greener on the other side of
  the fence. After a childhood spent chasing sheep on the family farm, Alissa has always been drawn to remote areas and small towns, even when residing overseas. Once a teacher and a counsellor, she remains interested in the life journeys that people take and her books are characteristically heart-warming, emotional and character driven. She currently lives on a small slice of rural Australia in  central western New South Wales.

social media info - Face book page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Alissa-CallenAuthor/355366704552838

 Website:  www.alissacallen.com

Book/buy link: Beneath Outback Skies http://www.randomhouse.com.au/books/alissa-callen/beneath-outback-skies-9780857980397.aspx


  






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Sarah Hoss & Dreams of the Highlander

4/30/2013

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Today we have a chance to find out more about author Sarah Hoss and her newest release Dreams of the Highlander . Sarah will be giving away a free copy of her book to a lucky commenter.
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Tell us about yourself:
Well, I just turned 40 in February. I am married and have three kids. A daughter who is 16 and two sons who are 15 and 12. 
I have a Pomeranian dog named Maddie and a Calico cat named Cocoa. I love chocolate, the smell of fresh cut grass, and Christmas. I hate sea food, cherry flavored drinks, and spiders. 
 
What was your first book? 
DREAMS OF THE HIGHLANDER is the first book I ever wrote but not the first to be published. 

 Describe your first break.
I sent my novella, HEAVEN SENT, to The Wild Rose Press and was introduced to Francis Sevilla. She helped me learn the tricks to writing a novella because it isn’t the same as writing a novel. When it was perfected, they accepted it. 
 
What is your favorite genre?
Romance and if you want me to go deeper than that then I would say historical. 
 
  As a popular full time writer, what is the best thing about being a writer?
I love this sentence and I hope I am a popular writer. I’m working on it
anyways. The best thing about being a writer is being able to get our stories out there so that others can read them. To hear how others loved your work feels great. 
 
What is the worst thing?  
Whensomeone doesn’t leave a good review. I haven’t received one yet and I know that they tell you to have thick skin and that you can’t please everyone, but still,it has to hurt. 


With the advent of digital publishing, everyone seems to be publishing his or her own eBook, often without an editor. What impact does this have on the publishing world? The reading public? 
Hmm….Good question. There are people out there available for a fee who will edit your books. Critique partners are good editors and if you are a member of a writing group, you can get help there also so there shouldn’t be any reason to not get edited. Having said that, there is a very popular book out and is rumored to have not been edited. I have heard from two people who are writers say they won’t read it because they can’t be a reader and enjoy it because they can’t get past the writer in them and catch all the mistakes. 
 
 
How important is POV in your stories?  
POV is very important. We, as readers, want to know how people react to situations. We want to know what they are thinking. Deep POV is even better. It’s the difference between me telling you what’s going on and me showing you what’s going on. 

Pantser or plotter? 
Total punster!

What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next?
Give us a little taste. 
I hope to be doing this for a while, God willing. I will always write in the
historical genre but will probably write a few more in the contemporary genre too. (Heaven Sent is contemporary.)

 Dreams of the Highlander is about Alexander Macpherson and he
has two brothers. Each brother gets their own story and I am working on them right now. 


  EXCERPT

Chapter 1
“Love looks with the mind, not with the eyes.” 
William Shakespeare

Newtonmore Scotland, 1701 

  “Mairi,” he whispered.
  “I love ye with all of my heart.” The evidence of that love clung to her soft voice.
   Alexander swallowed the lump of fear that rose in his throat. “I love ye too.” He lowered his gaze to their beautiful son nestled in his arms. Brown hair dusted the little head and he gently ran his hands over the silky forehead as he fought back tears. 
  “I want ye to be happy, Alexander.” A blanket of confusion covered him as she turned away in sadness to stare out the window. 
  “What are ye saying, Mairi? Ye’re going to be fine.”He said it with as much conviction as he could muster. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb slowly brushing strokes back and forth. 
   Alexander readjusted himself on the bed. She turned then, to stare back into his eyes, her hand grasping his. The sadness had left and in its place, determination settled in.
   “No, I won’t and we both know it.” She swallowed with difficulty. “Promise me, Alexander. Promise me ye willna grieve for me forever.” He watched, stunned, as her hand dropped from his. 
   Alexander heard his mother sobbing in the background as he sat there with his stillborn son held tightly in his arms and watched his wife slip peacefully from this world. 
 

 

AUTHOR BIO:
Sarah Hoss grew up believing she could try anything and if she set her mind to it, she would succeed. Sixteen years of dance lessons, Cheerleading, and school plays proved to her that her parent’s words rang true. Writing was no exception. Reading the Outlander series made her fall in love with time travels and the historical places books could take her. Always a child with a vivid imagination, she realized as an adult, she could put her imagination to good use and beganwriting. Marrying her very own hero, they live in Indiana in the town where she grew up. They have three beautiful children and one hyper dog. When Sarah isn’t writing, she enjoys gardening, camping, and watching her kids play sports.

 
Where to find Sarah-
Website- www.sarahhoss.com 
 
Blog- www.heart-of-romance.blogspot.com 
 
Twitter- @SarahHoss1

Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/pages/SarahHoss/237219983049037


 

 
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What A Texas Girl Needs By Kristina Knight

4/29/2013

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Blurb: What a Texas Girl Needs
VanessaWitte is ready to finally claim her life. The middle of three daughters born into the Witte family - a powerful Texas name - she’s been content to float through life. Being dumped by her shady ex? A blessing in disguise. Having a one-night-stand with Matias Barnes? Not one of her more stellar moments. But she’s back in Lockhardt with a secret and a reason to start fresh: A baby.

Matias Barnes knows all about society women - it’s part of the reason he left his wealthy family behind and took a job on a ranch. He doesn’t like the endless string of parties, the inane conversation, or the gold-digging tricks those women have perfected. But that doesn’t stop him from wanting Vanessa Witte. Mat knows she’s so not right for him, but with her back in Lockhardt, can he resist her charms long enough to really let her
go?
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Kristina is giving a book of choice from her backlist to a lucky commenter

Finding Time to Write

One of the most-asked questions I – or any published author – gets is some version of 'how do you find the time to write'?
 
The best advice I've ever gotten as a writer actually came from one of my English professors when I was still in college. She said treat writing like a job from this point on and you'll never have deadline issues in the future.

 I'd taken an advanced creative writing elective my Senior Year, every other student in the class was an English major with plans to go into some area of publishing. I think they all had the Great American Novel idea; I was the lone journalism major. 

Just after the mid-term, our professor took an entire week to talk about creating a writing schedule before it was needed. When you're young/still in school, you look at life as always having 'time'. Heck, I've been out of school for a few years now and I still think that way. But in the real world there are obligations on your time – there is a 9-5 job for most of us, there are friends who want to go out, family who need attention, a spouse who shouldn't be neglected. During that week she must have implored us ten times to find a way to make writing part of our lives every. Single. Day. Because one day of skipped writing can lead to two and that can lead to a week or a month and then…your editor is very not happy with you. 

Before my publisher bought my first book, I had all the time in the world. The only deadlines I had were self-imposed (I still met them, I'm competitive that way.Even with myself). No one cared if I wrote 500 words or 5,000 on a given day.Now that I've sold five books, there are even more demands on my time: 
I'm a freelance writer for a business publication
I have a busy 4-year-old and husband
I have a radio show
I have extended family and friends who want a little bit of my time
I have two new series that I'm plotting/drafting
I have edits for the completed books
I have interviews that need to be completed and blogging and social media to be tended to

 The list goes on, and I'm not complaining. But because of my early influences, I'm more prepared than I would have been had I not taken that class in that year and heard that week-long lecture series. I made time for my writing when I had a 9-5 job, now my writing is my 9-5 job but it isn't just writing the books –it's the marketing of books and the writing of new books.

 Except some of the big authors like Stephen King and Nora Roberts, I think all authors now have to do more than write the books. The writing should be a priority, but the day-to-day 'extra' can seem a little more important. There are days when I look at my word count and then compare that with the other constraints on my time and I want to focus on those other things – because I could clear 5-6 To Dos in the time it would take to write my 5,000 words (or whatever the goal is). It can be exciting to look at it that way. The downfall is when you realize skipping those 5,000 words can put your deadline in jeopardy. 
  
I took that advice to heart, although there were times my daily writing is more of a journaling/free write than work on actual fiction. Making writing part of myeveryday life, though, prepared me for publishing in a way that I'm thankful for now – years after that lecture series. There are still days when I'd rather take a swim in the pool than write my words, there are days when I have a number of blog posts to write or when I'm trying to work up a new marketing plan for my books and those tasks seem much more pressing than writing toward a deadline that is weeks away. But I still make my word count the priority–because those publisher deadlines just don't
move.

Excerpt:
  "I'll take the bill, Vern," she said,
holding out her hand. It was about time she started paying her own way. One tank of gas wouldn't exactly repay the family, but it was a start. Added bonus, paying her own bills might help overhaul the character she'd found so seriously lacking in the last few months.

   "It's easier for ol' Mitch to keep his records if I just add it to the
ranch total."
         
   "I'm not a ranch employee. This isn't a ranch vehicle. I'll take the
bill." Vanessa couldn't remember ever paying for a tank of gas here. Come to think of it, unless she was trying to impress someone, she had rarely paid for anything to this point in her life. 

   Vern handed her the receipt. Fifty bucks? Holy crap, how much did gas
cost? Stupid question, Van, obviously it costs fifty dollars. She reached into her bag for her credit card and then remembered that was part and parcel of the Witte upbringing. Paying with Grandfather's credit card? Not character building. She pawed through the baby blue Coach bag but only came up with two twenties and some loose change. 
 
  Damn.

 "Just charge it to the ranch, Vern." Mat Barnes's voice echoed under the station's overhang, chilling Vanessa. "The Double Diamond will cover it." We always cover her bills,his tone implied.
         
  Vanessa squeezed her eyes closed and swallowed. Her fingers closed over another bill. Please let it be a twenty. Or a ten. She opened her eyes.

  Three twenties. Triumph!
             
  "I've got it Mr. Barnes, thank you," she said, chilling her voice as she
handed the cash to Vern. He looked from Mat to Vanessa, obviously confused over what was going on between them. Vanessa held his gaze for a moment. Vern took the cash and hurried inside.
             
  "I think we're past the 'Mr. Barnes' stage, don't you?" Mat watched her
from beneath the tipped-low brim on his cowboy hat, his coal-black eyes boring straight to her soul. Yes, they were past the Mr. or Miss stage, technically,but not calling him Mat helped her keep her distance.
             
  The way her heart raced at the mere sight of him she desperately needed
that space.
            
  She looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. Her gaze caught on the frayed edge of his jeans—which were worn in all the right places, she noted—and today's tee, tight across his shoulders, read, 'Chicks Dig Scars' over his well-muscled chest.
             
  Who was she kidding? Calling him Mr. Barnes didn't keep her from noticing just how delectable Mat was. Nothing could do that. Not in broad daylight. Certainly not the twinkling fairy lights during Kathleen's wedding reception. 
             
   "I don't think a night spent in my grandfather's hayloft makes us best
  buddies," she said, hoping against hope he would just leave her alone.

   "Ahh, but what we did in that hayloft is another matter." He lounged
against the side of her Porsche as if he might stay there forever. 
 

Buy Links:
 Amazon:
  http://www.amazon.com/What-Texas-Girl-Needs-ebook/dp/B00AB3TF8Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1355097492&sr=8-1&keywords=what+a+texas+girl+needs

iTunes:
  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/what-a-texas-girl-needs/id580981410?mt=11

 B&N:
  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/what-a-texas-girl-needs-kristina-knight/1114001402?ean=9781440555718

 Author Bio:
 Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. When the opportunity to focus a bit of energy on the stories in her head, she jumped at it. And she's never looked
back. Now she writes magazine articles by day and romance novels with spice by night. She lives on Lake Erie with her husband and three-year-old daughter. Happily ever after.


Find Kristina online:

 Website:
  http://www.kristinaknightauthor.com

 Facebook:
  http://www.facebook.com/kristinaknightromanceauthor

 Twitter:
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Angel's Assassin by Laurel O'Donnel Review

4/27/2013

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A Five Star Review ***** from the Picky Reviewer, which would be me.
$10 Amazon Card Giveaway to Commenter
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Angel’s Assassin by Laurel O’Donnell is suspenseful historic
romance. Lady Aurora lives in the time of romantic castles, ambitious missions and far-reaching cruelty. Her task is to undo the evil her mother has spread throughout the land under her rule, but Aurora is up to the task. A stranger enters the picture winning her trust, while keeping his true purpose behind his visit secret.

 Damien is a slave and a trained assassin. He is good at what he does, so
good, in fact, that his master agrees to release him if he kills one last person. As a cold, calculating killer Damien never asks why a person must die, he just carries out his duty that is until he meets Aurora. The woman shines like a light into his dark life, illuminating corners he’d forgotten, making him yearn for both home and love. The only problem is to gain his freedom he must kill the only woman who ever truly cared about him.

Lady Aurora is aware her mother’s evil continues to reap consequences no
matter how hard Aurora works to correct the wrong done. Her mother’s killer might possibly come back for her. Dark brooding Damien enters her world upsetting her already tenuous balance by creating forbidden desires for someone not of her station. She finds herself drawn to the unsuitable man. He is a stranger who keeps so much from her. Even though she knows all the reasons to stay away from Damien, she fails to heed them.

 Angel’s Assassin moves at a nice pace with excellent descriptions and supporting characters. There is a period flavor with no textbook-feel history lessons.  Damien and Aurora’s romance progresses in stages as most romances realistically do. Usually finding out your lover is also your
assassin is a bit off putting. As a reader, I wanted the two to work out their
differences with no bloodshed. 

  Angel’s Assassin is a wonderful page-turner romance. Make
sure you have enough time to finish it because you will not be putting it down.  Two thumbs up for Ms. O’Donnell and Angel’s Assassin.

Blurb for Angel’s Assassin:
Damien is an assassin, a man with no home and a tortured past. Sold into slavery as a young boy, he is trained to kill with cold calculation, without remorse. As a reward for his ruthless success, he is given
  a chance to earn his freedom from his cruel master. One last mission. One final person to slay…

Lady Aurora of Acquitaine is the epitome of purity and goodness, beloved by all her people. She lives her life trying to atone for her mother’s cruelty by being a fair and just ruler. Secretly she fears that one day her mother’s murderer will return for her.

When Damien enters Aurora’s life, tempting her with promises of dark passion and forbidden lust, he threatens to tear her peaceful world apart with shadowy secrets of his own.

Can Aurora’s light heal Damien’s dark spirit or will his evil consume her? The eternal battle of good versus evil, love versus hate, dark versus light, all come to a shattering climax in this historical romance set in medieval England. 

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The Next Big Thing With J.J. Devine

4/21/2013

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Welcome to the Next Big Thing with JJ Devine
My writer friend, Morgan K Wyatt recently tagged me for a chain blog called “The Next Big Thing.” It is a bit like a chain letter with the exception that no bad things are predicted to happen to you if you don’t pass it on. No great riches or fairies dancing across your screen will happen if you do
pass it on. In truth, you will learn a bit about various authors and their
current WIP. Morgan K Wyatt was previously tagged by Dakota Douglas.

What is the title of your next book? 
 
Into the Darkness

 Where did the idea for the book come from? 

I woke up one July morning with this idea buzzing in my head.  I sat down and began writing and the story just flowed.  I finished it by the end of July not even realizing if I had neglected my family and home.  Thank goodness they are so supportive of my writing ventures. 

What genre does your book fall under? 

Paranormal

 What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in movie rendition?

Kristan Kreuk would make a fantastic Raven in a movie
rendition.  For my dear Dragon, it could only be Ian Somerhalder.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
 
Witches and vampires could only be found in make believe worlds, or so Raven thought before that fateful night when her mortal world came crashing down around her, bringing to her fingertips the fate of two very different worlds, vampires and witches.  


Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?  


Into the Darkness will be coming out soon through Soul Mate
Publishing.

 
How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

25 days

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I strived to write a unique story intermingling vampires and witches.  Within the pages of Into the Darkness you will not only find vampires of ancient lore, but witches of a pagan twist.


Who or what inspired you to write this book? 

The first time I sat down and read a paranormal by Katherine Smith and found out vampires could also be real people.


What else about the book might pique the reader's interest?


With vampires comes a certain allure all of things that go bump in the night.  Into the Darkness is a spicy read of a woman who spent twenty-five years believing she was mortal, only to find out her whole life two very powerful worlds lay at her fingertips. So you could say it is a coming into oneself story.

Website: http://definingjjdevine.weebly.com

Blog:

http://definingjjdevine.weebly.com/ramblings-of-a-writer.html

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/#!/JJDevineAuthor?fref=ts

Twitter  @JjDevine2010

Find J.J. Devine and all of her titles at Soul Mate Publishing:


The Cheyenne Bride

A Soul Mate for Christmas

And coming soon:

Into the Darkness

 http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/the-cheyenne-bride/

http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/a-soulmate-for-christmas/

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Cheyenne-Bride-ebook/dp/B009OUXZX6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366588539&sr=8-1&keywords=the+cheyenne+bride+j.j.+devine

http://www.amazon.com/A-Soulmate-for-Christmas-ebook/dp/B00AB7XGF8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366588560&sr=8-1&keywords=a+soulmate+for+christmas#_

Barnes and Noble:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-cheyenne-bride-jj-devine/1113334239?ean=2940015582840

  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-soulmate-for-christmas-char-chaffin/1113808813?ean=2940015865172


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J.J. Devine
J.J. Devine Blog & Website
 
Website:
 http://definingjjdevine.weebly.com


Blog:
 http://definingjjdevine.weebly.com/ramblings-of-a-writer.html


Facebook:
 https://www.facebook.com/#!/JJDevineAuthor?fref=ts


Twitter:
 @JjDevine2010


 Find J.J. Devine and all of her titles at Soul Mate
Publishing:


The Cheyenne Bride

A Soul Mate for Christmas

And coming soon:

Into the Darkness


http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/the-cheyenne-bride/


http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/a-soulmate-for-christmas/


Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Cheyenne-Bride-ebook/dp/B009OUXZX6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366588539&sr=8-1&keywords=the+cheyenne+bride+j.j.+devine


http://www.amazon.com/A-Soulmate-for-Christmas-ebook/dp/B00AB7XGF8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366588560&sr=8-1&keywords=a+soulmate+for+christmas#_


Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-cheyenne-bride-jj-devine/1113334239?ean=2940015582840


 http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-soulmate-for-christmas-char-chaffin/1113808813?ean=2940015865172

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