Cover Reveal: Coven’s Calling by Helena Shaw

covens calling cover 800 x 1200Dawn Garrett has left behind the horrors she faced in Goosemont for a life on the road with Jase Byrnes. With his guidance, she’s started her training as a hunter of the things that hide in the shadows.

But that training is interrupted when another hunter needs help on a case. Together, Dawn and Jase head south to Louisiana to discover just what is behind a series of gruesome attacks in the suburb of Bon Marais. It’s the perfect chance for Dawn to show off her new skills, but with real danger lurking everywhere, Jase isn’t ready to let her out of his sight.

She’s sick of being held back, but when someone from her past arrives in Bon Marais, Dawn will face her toughest fight yet. She has to make a choice whether to become the hunter, or to follow her heart.

Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Helena-Shaw/e/B00LC9D1W2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Website: http://www.helenashaw.com/

Release date: Jan 30th 2015

Author Bio Helena Shaw

Helena Shaw has been writing ever since she was a child. Always with a book in her hands, she started crafting her own stories at a young age. She has always loved the world of the paranormal and inspired by her favorite stories, she set out to create a world of her own.

Her first full length novel, Harvest Moon, was released in November, 2014 and she is currently hard at work on the sequel. She hopes to keep Dawn and Jase’s story going for many years to come.

Helena Shaw resides in a small town in western Ontario. When she is not writing, she is taking care of her two boys and her husband.

New Release: Death and White Diamonds by Jeff Markowitz

Death and White Diamonds_2Did you ever have one of those days? You know the kind, when nothing seems to go right?

Richie’s girlfriend suggests a romantic getaway, promising him a week-end he will never forget. So why can’t he remember what happened, when he finds her lifeless body on the beach? Richie is fairly certain he didn’t kill his girlfriend, but his memory is hazy. One thing, however, is clear. When Lorraine’s body is found, he’s going to be the prime suspect in a murder investigation. If her body is found.

Disposing of the body turns out to be harder than Richie could have imagined. Losing it, however, is easy.

Did you ever have one of those days? And we haven’t even gotten to the bad part yet.

Excerpt:

My attempt to dispose of Lorraine had not gone according to plan. In theory, it should have worked. After all, I did successfully dispose of several pounds of Lorraine bait on my fishing excursion. But as a practical matter, it had proven to be problematic. Now I had two more bodies to deal with. I needed a new plan. And temporarily, until I could execute that plan, I needed to do something to prevent the Cap’n and his mother from decomposing quietly in the trunk of my car. Most of Lorraine still occupied the freezer in the beach house. I couldn’t afford to buy more freezers.

I needed ice. Lots of ice. I drove to the nearest convenience store.

The ice cooler was nearly empty. I called over to the girl working the cash register, leafing through a magazine. “Is this all that’s left?”

She put down the magazine and frowned. “It’s effin’ February. We don’t do much ice business this time of year.” She grinned. “Hell, we don’t do much of any business this time of year.”

I walked over to the cash register and stared at the teenager. “Can you check in back for more ice?”

She came out from behind the cash register and counted the bags in the cooler. She returned to her spot at the cash register before responding. “There’s eight bags of ice in the cooler. Who needs eighty pounds of ice cubes in February?”

“I do,” I explained. “I’m an ice sculptor.”

The girl behind the counter tried her best to be helpful. “Then you’ll be wanting blocks, sir, not cubes.”

I smiled at the young girl. “I sculpt miniatures.”

Back at the house, I hoisted the old lady over my shoulder, my good shoulder, and carried her upstairs to the rear bedroom. The rear bedroom had a private bath. I laid her down gently in the tub. Then I returned for Cap’n John. Dragging his body up the stairs, I stopped repeatedly to catch my breath. When this was over, I really needed to look into joining a gym. I added John to the tub. Then the ice. I dumped the first of several bags in the tub.

I looked at John lying there on top of his mother. It was just wrong. A grown man should not share a tub with his mother. I pulled John off his mother and dragged him down the hall to the master bathroom. It was more work that way, but I felt better knowing that mother and son had separate tubs. Like I said, I’m a man of high moral standards.
Anyway, it took me an hour to pack both bodies in ice. By the time I was done, I was sweating heavily. I took an ice cube from the tub and rubbed it on my brow.

There was no time to rest. I still had to dispose of Lorraine’s remaining remains.

 

About the Author: Markowitz

Jeff Markowitz is the author of the darkly comic mystery/thriller, Death and White Diamonds, as well as three books in the Cassie O’Malley mystery series. He loves to write early in the morning. “You can usually find me at my computer at 5:30 in the morning plotting someone’s murder.”

When he’s not out looking for dead bodies, Jeff keeps busy as the founder and Executive Director of a nonprofit agency serving adults with autism. Jeff is a proud member of the International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America.

New Release: The Dark Trilogy by Tony-Paul de Vissage

CABWhisperscover“So you have another novel being released,” she said, sipping daintily at her gin and tonic.

“Oui,” I replied, and waited. I knew something was coming. Every time the subject of my novels came up, there was more to it than a mere mention of my literary talents.

“Another vampire novel, I suppose.” She studied the liquid in her glass, tilting it slightly so it swirled and splashed.

“Unh-huh.” Merde, will you simply come out and say whatever it is? This beating around the bush always irks me…and I think she knows it. I decided to prompt her a bit. “Is there a problem with that? Are you going to tell me God’s going to get me for writing about the Undead?”

Yes, someone actually told me that once. That fact still niggles.

“Of course not…well….no…but…” She traced the edge of her glass with a forefinger, making it give off a ringing sound.

Aha!

“But…?” I repeated.

“Look, I was thinking…”

“Oh God, non! She’s thinking again!” Setting down my own glass, I raised both hands dramatically. “What misery will be brought upon us this time? She thinks!”

“Oh shut up,” she said good-naturedly.

“Go ahead, say it,” I begged. “The suspense is killing me. What were you thinking?”

“I was wondering…”

“Yes?” Getting her to get to the subject is like pulling eyeteeth.

“You wrote an m/m horror novel…”

“And…?”

“Why don’t you try writing an m/m/ romance?”

I suppose my expression prompted her to go on.

“You seem to handle the genre well.”

I didn’t reply.

“The reviewers liked it.”

I remained silent.

“Didn’t one of them say she’d like to see more in that vein?” She paused. “You could do it, you know.”

God, the woman’s like an evil genii, or one of those little devils which perches on the
shoulder and urged one to do those naughty but enjoyable things. I remembered how she nagged me until I wrote Absinthe.

“You really think so?” I admit it, I had already toyed with the idea. Therefore, I’d let that little devil think she’d convince me.

“I know so,” she replied. “Make it contemporary…in the here and now…sexy but romantic…plenty of conflict…boy meets boy, boy loses boy, boy get boy back…HEA, applause…end of story.”

“I imagine there would have to be a little more than that bare outline,” I commented.

“I have supreme confidence in you,” she said, patting my shoulder in that patronizing way she has which always drives me into an irritated sulk. “You can do it.”

So I did.

Plopping into my chair in front of my trusty computer, I sat…and sat…waiting for that little inspiration…and just when I thought it wasn’t going to cooperate, it happened…

I envisioned a dark London side street…far away from Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square…a young man stands with his brother gentlemen of the night…a mysterious black car comes down the street…he notices it, not merely because it’s a 1930 Chrysler touring saloon and this is 2014, but because it’s come by every night for a week…and he’s curious about who owns that car and what he does with the young men he picks up…

…and the story began.

I’m not too good in contemporary settings, at least I don’t think I am, so immediately I decided not to set this story in the South. As if wanting to get as far away from those southern roots as possible, I placed my heroes in London.

Being who I am, I immediately knew I was going to do a ton of research. After all, what did I know about London other than what I saw on PBS’ Masterpiece Mysteries? By the time I finished, I knew a damn sight more than when I started, from street slang to soccer awards. I learned what a jumper is…what Manchester UK and Madrid Real are…how to spell “tire,” “jail,” and “curb” the British way…the parts of a British automobile…and quite a few other things.

I also decided I was going to divide the story into three parts.

In Book One, Whispers in the Dark, Kim Crosley, a rent boy with too much curiosity, tries to discover the car owner’s identity, leading him to meet Christopher “Kit” Laurence, a retired soccer champ who’s been a virtual recluse since a sports injury finished his career. They’re obviously attracted to each other; though Kim willing, Kit keeps him at arms-length. Both men have secrets that get in the way but neither has the courage to speak those secrets and dispel the threats they offer to their relationship.

Book Two, Confessions in the Dark, deals with the relationship progressing. It appears Kit intends to be merely a Pygmalion to Kim, making the sow’s ear who’s a rent boy into a CABConfessionscoversilk purse of a young gentleman, which is definitely not what Kim wants from him. Secondary characters affecting their lives come into play. One of them thinks Kim’s simply a fortune-hunter who’s going to abscond with most of Kit’s fortune as well as the family silverware. It’s what happens to the other secondary character, one of Kim’s fellow street trollers, that helps him convince everyone he’s not after Kit’s money but actually cares for the man himself.

Book Three, Lovers in the Dark, has Kim welcomed into Kit’s life. Kim learns the reasons for Kit’s hesitation in showing affection. There’s a breaking down of all the walls between them as a danger from his old vocation arises to threaten everything being offered to him.

I think it’s a good story…and a good cabloverscover2romance, too. Unlike most of my other novels, this one has an HEA and there’s no doubt about it. Believe me, that was a struggle! I’m not known for Happily Ever Afters, or even Happily For Nows, for that matter.

This time, however, it was a done deal. Though my characters struggle to get what they want, they certainly deserve it when they achieve it.

The In the Dark trilogy (Whispers in the Dark, Confessions in the Dark, Lovers in the Dark) is being released December 15 by Class Act Books.

New Release: Fire and Water by Andrew Grey

FireAndWater-1Officer Red Markham knows about the ugly side of life after a car accident left him scarred and his parents dead. His job policing the streets of Carlisle, PA, only adds to the ugliness, and lately, drug overdoses have been on the rise. One afternoon, Red is dispatched to the local Y for a drowning accident involving a child. Arriving on site, he finds the boy rescued by lifeguard Terry Baumgartner. Of course, Red isn’t surprised when gorgeous Terry won’t give him and his ugly mug the time of day.

Overhearing one of the officer’s comment about him being shallow opens Terry’s eyes. Maybe he isn’t as kindhearted as he always thought. His friend Julie suggests he help those less fortunate by delivering food to the elderly. On his route he meets outspoken Margie, a woman who says what’s on her mind. Turns out, she’s Officer Red’s aunt.

Red and Terry’s world collide as Red tries to track the source of the drugs and protect Terry from an ex-boyfriend who won’t take no for an answer. Together they might discover a chance for more than they expected—if they can see beyond what’s on the surface.

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Excerpt:

A roar of laughter came up from the large table behind them, and Terry turned to see what was happening. It was just a bunch of guys. He recognized one of them as one of the paramedics from that afternoon. He watched them for a few minutes and then turned back to Julie.

“Hey, Red,” he heard one of the men call. For some reason Terry turned to see who it was and then quickly looked away. It was the huge police officer who’d been at the pool. Terry turned back to the bar.

“It’s that policeman from the pool,” Julie said from next to him. “The one with the scar.”

“Yeah, I saw him.” Terry took another gulp from his glass. He’d noticed the guy as soon as he’d entered the pool area. Who wouldn’t? The guy was huge. When Terry had first seen him, his mouth had begun to water. He was just his type: tall, broad, built, filling out that uniform in all the right places. A dreamboat… that is, until he’d gotten a look at the poor guy’s face. To say he was ugly wasn’t right either… more like unfortunate. As his dad had said as a joke once, “He had a face only a mother could love.”

“I wonder what happened to him,” Julie said and looked at Terry when he huffed a little.

“He seemed like a good enough guy. That woman was all over you, but he listened and got down to the truth. There were no accusations, and he was nice enough, for a cop with a job to do.” Her eyes widened. “Something did happen to him. He wasn’t born with that scar, and maybe he was poor and didn’t have the money for braces and the things we did.”

Terry turned back around. “I guess so.” He swallowed really hard and continued watching the man, trying not to look like he was watching him. Once, when he looked up, Terry caught his gaze. He knew instantly that the man recognized him, and Terry turned back around.

“You guess so?” Julie said and then chuckled.

“I just agreed with you,” he told her, and their conversation stopped when the news came on one of the channels again, and Julie’s attention was diverted.

There were mirrors behind the bar, mostly ones advertising various kinds of beer. He could see the police officer in one of them. The guys he was with were loud, laughing a lot, and a few times Terry caught a glimpse of a smile from the officer. It made Terry want to smile too. He turned back around and scanned the room.

From the Author: In my stories I get to travel to many different locations. In the last year alone, I’ve been to Kansas, the Caribbean, Germany, Wyoming, and Michigan. In the past my writing has taken me to Syria, The Netherlands, Texas, and everywhere in between. But my favorite stories are the ones that take me home. Fire and Water is the first story in a new series and it takes place right in my home town Carlisle PA. Many of the places in the story are real, but names have been changed to protect the innocent.

I am often asked if I use real people as the basis for my characters and I rarely do that, but I love using real places in my stories. So Aunt Margie’s home is a real house once owned by friends of mine and Terry lives in an apartment building near my house. He also works in the local Y, where I used to be a member. Red’s apartment is in a building that’s owned by some dear friends of ours. Even the restaurant is real and one of Dominic and my favorites. For me, the town itself becomes a secondary character in the story. I want it to be as real and interesting for my readers as it is for me.

And like every other town in the country, Carlisle has its problems. In order for a town to be a good character in a story it has to have its flaws, just like the people. Not everyone is perfect. There are bad guys and despicable people, but there are also those who are trying to help the elderly, police officers who care about those on the fringes of society, and even meddling aunts who aren’t above matchmaking. Especially when she thinks her police officer nephew should have his eye on a certain swimmer.

Andrew Grey

About the Author: Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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New Release! Angel Unbound by Sharon Saracino

angel unboundEarthbound angel Callista McAllister is finally free from over a century of captivity when everyone believed her dead. Now she struggles to adapt to a world that has moved on without her and a man she’s never forgotten. Defensori Luca Fiorelli’s icy detachment is legendary; a trait valued by his allies and feared by his enemies. But Luca’s cold façade is a disguise he wears to hide his fear of trusting in love. She was once like a sister, but now that Calli is back, Luca realizes his feelings for her are anything but fraternal. Luca believes that love is simply a precursor to loss. Is Callista the woman who can change his mind?

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Excerpt:

“You’re up early,” Luca observed, once Piero was on his way to the hospital and he finally stepped inside and closed the door. He helped himself to an espresso from the pot still simmering on the stovetop. It was already half empty. Callista had obviously been up for a while.

“You’re up late,” she snapped back sinking into her chair and pushing the box of baked goods toward him.

Luca shrugged, flipped open the box, and snagged a cornetto before dropping into the chair opposite her and stretching his legs out in front of him. He took a sip of the strong, fragrant coffee and sneaked a glance at Callista from under his lashes. The threat of tears had passed, but it was impossible to miss the dark purple smudges beneath her thickly fringed blue eyes and the dampness spiking her lashes. Since they’d come to Rome, he’d heard her cry out in her sleep more than once. He also frequently heard her walking the floors well into the morning hours. Maybe he’d been a little hard on her earlier, but she needed to start using her head.

“Nightmares?”

Her eyes darted to his face in surprise then narrowed.

“Trollop?”

“What?”

“I assume you’re asking if nightmares are the reason I’m up so early. I’m merely asking if a trollop is the reason you’re up so late.”

 

About Sharon SharonSaracino (2)
Sharon Saracino resides in the anthracite coal country of Pennsylvania with her long suffering husband, funny and talented son, and two insane dogs. When she is not reading, writing, or enjoying photography and genealogy, she brews limoncello, dreams of living in Italy and works as a Certified Registered Rehabilitation Nurse.

All roads lead to happily ever after, some just have a few unexpected turns!
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Interview with Deliah Lawrence, Author of Gotta Let It Go

Dee Lawrence2Deliah Lawrence is an attorney who enjoys creative writing. Her debut novel, Gotta Let It Go, a romantic-suspense novel set in Baltimore, won the 2011 Finalist Next Generation Indie Book Award in the multi-cultural fiction category.

She’s a member of the Maryland Writers’ Association and chairs a writers’ critique group of diverse writers. When she’s not writing, she enjoys oil painting, mentoring authors, traveling, wine tastings, and attending cultural events. She is currently working on her next novel and fulfilling her passion of being a writer.

What made you decide to be an author?
My decision to write grew out of my love of reading at a very early age. I enjoyed getting lost in the stories and since then I’ve always been writing. However, it wasn’t until a few years ago that I slowed down enough to pen my first novel.

What do you like best about being a writer?
There are so many things I like about being a writer. However, I must say that I really enjoy creating stories about people and places that readers can relate to. If I can get readers to keep turning the pages to see what happens to the characters they either love or hate, then I know I’ve done a good job.

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing romantic-suspense novels?
I’ve always been an avid reader and TV junkie of romantic and crime dramas. Therefore, it isn’t a far stretch for me to write stories that fuse the best of both worlds. I also know a lot of interesting people from all walks of life so there is no shortage of ideas for creating stories filled with twists and turns sprinkled in with some romance.

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book — as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with?

Absolutely! I’m currently working on the sequel to Gotta Let It Go and it’s amazing how much the characters want to dictate what they should do and say in the novel. It can be a bit scary at times, but I let them take me along for the ride.

You’ve written two novels, several poems, some short stories and are working on another novel. What’s your favorite time management tip?

Finding the time to write when you have a busy schedule can be a very daunting task. However, since I don’t have any set time of the day to write, I’ve designated a daily word count of 500 – 1,500 words and try my best to stick to it.

Are you a plotter or a punster, i.e. do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?
I would say that I’m a blend of the two. Typically, I create an outline of the story and write a few sentences about what happens in each chapter. This gives me a general direction when I sit down to write the story. However, when my fingers hit the keyboard, the pantser side of me kicks and my imagination goes running wild. This causes me to veer off the outline which is not a bad thing because in the end having an outline helps me to keep track of key story ideas and concepts.

If you have one take away piece for authors, what would it be?
I would tell authors to be their authentic self. By that I mean, no two people have the same voice or would tell a story the same way. So, authors should feel comfortable in their own skin to tell a story based on their own perceptions and life experiences. When their writing is authentic, it pulls readers into a world that they have created through their own eyes.

Do you listen to music when you write? Do you have a theme song for this book? What music did you go back to over and over as you wrote it, or as you write, in general?
It all depends on the type of scene I’m writing. For instance, if I’m writing a love scene there are certain songs I listen to like the sounds of Prince, my all-time favorite artist that would set the mood just right. Otherwise, I really prefer to write in silence so that I can hear my characters speak to me.

Tell me more about Gotta Let It Go. Front_Cover_Gotta_Let_It_Go_High_Resolution-2

Moments before Deidre Hunter signs the papers that will end her marriage to her cheating husband, her best friend and divorce attorney gets murdered. Devastated by this tragedy, she sets out with one intent: to find the killer. In the midst of the investigation she finds herself attracted to Hill Harris, the handsome but elusive homicide detective assigned to handling the case. Despite his warnings to follow proper police procedures, she strikes out to uncover clues on the crime-ridden streets of Baltimore which forces her into dangerous circumstances and potential heartache.

How about an excerpt from Gotta Let It Go?

Just hearing his voice so soft and smooth made me quiver. “G’morning, Kyle,” I said without looking up. Though he stood three feet away, I could smell the crisp manly scent of Gucci Rush, I was about to tell him he should consider going a little easy on the stuff when he gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

Instantly, shivers shot down my spine and my nipples stood at attention. I closed the magazine, knowing when I signed those papers in a few minutes; I’d be closing the chance of ever finding a man who’d have such an impact on me, physically and emotionally. I sighed and returned the Jet to its proper slot in the rack. I needed that bit of time to compose myself and rein in my determination. Only then could I look up into those deep brown eyes. I wasn’t surprised when he flashed that come-hither smile or shrugged one broad shoulder . . . as if he knew better than I the way he affected me. But this tall, bedroom-voiced sex machine was about to become my ex-husband.

The glint in his eyes dimmed, and his smile faded when I got to my feet. “So,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back. “I guess, this is it, huh?”

He looked at me with sad puppy eyes which always softened my heart and made me forgive him his indiscretions over and over again. But not this time. As I remembered his words, “you’ll never win,” which he spat at me like venom when he received the divorce papers, and they jolted me back to reality. Without a doubt, I had to go through with this, right here and right now.

“Yup,” I said, gritting my teeth. He had a real talent for rattling me. Every time I caught him lying or cheating, he somehow managed to turn things in his favor by focusing on ‘extenuating circumstances,’ or ‘the entertainment’—his definition of the women he bedded. I loved him, but it was no ordinary love. It’s the type of love that would make me go crazy or would kill me slowly. And I love me.

Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?
Website: www.thewritepen.webs.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/thewritepen
Twitter: @thewritepen
Blog: www.vocalexpressions.blogspot.com

Buy Links

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www.thewritepen.webs.com (for autographed copies)

Thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.
Sharon, it was a pleasure being here today! Thank you!

Interview with Jean Adams Author of No Other Love

jeandrewJean Adams was born in England, but now lives in New Zealand. She is passionate about writing, and especially loves to write romance.
When she first started penning romance novels, she searched for people with similar interests. After a fruitless search, one Valentine’s Day, the newspaper where she worked was due to run a feature about romance writers and writing. She asked them to give her a little space. They obliged, she wrote a small news advertisement, and Romance Writers of New Zealand was founded in 1990. Twenty-five years later, it is still going strong and regularly hosts authors, editors and agents from around the world at its annual conferences.

What made you decide to be an author?
I really wanted to be the next Agatha Christie but it soon became apparent that wasn’t to be. Then someone gave me a Mills & Boon romance and it was love at first read.

What do you like best about being a writer?
The fact that I can roll out of bed, and minutes later be at work, coffee in hand.

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing contemporary romance?
I had many years in the airline industry, both in the UK and in New Zealand. This gave me plenty of scope for studying people and getting to know them. I also worked as a hospitality ambassador at Auckland Airport, which was a wonderful experience.

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book–as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with?
Yes, but it wasn’t a TWRP book. It was ETERNAL HEARTS, a time travel set in ancient Egypt. It was the fastest I’ve ever written a book. The words literally poured out of me every day. It was a book I’d wanted to write for a long time because Egypt has always been a passion of mine. That probably helped. I’m working on an Egyptian trilogy now, though not time travel.

You’ve written eight (8) novels and are working on novel number nine. What’s your favorite time management tip?
Something I learned from Kerri Nelson’s Book Factory workshop. I highly recommend it, BTW. And that is to write in 15-minute blocks. If you use a timer that pings at the end of your writing time, you don’t have to keep watching the clock. It’s surprising how much you can get done in 15 minutes.

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?
I used to be a panster but now I like to plot roughly but I don’t obsess over the plot. If something looks like it’s not going to work, I’m able to change direction quickly.

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?
Never give up. Never give up. Never give up.

Do you listen to music when you write? Do you have a theme song for this book? What music did you go back to over and over as you wrote it, or as you write, in general?
I don’t usually have a theme song, but this book had one. Also titled, No Other Love, it’s a song given words for a piece of music originally called, Victory at Sea.

Tell me more about No Other Love. perf5.000x8.000.indd
It’s the story of an English girl who works for an airline. Surprise! She has been posted to Los Angeles for six months and during that time meets the love of her life. Only trouble is, falling in love with him messes up the plans she has for herself.

How about an excerpt from No Other Love?

Lucas beat the eggs harder and tried not to think about the lovely Jenna hovering behind him. But it was as easy as trying to hold back the sea with one hand. Momentarily he closed his eyes, seeing in his mind the way she looked—all warm and pink and dewy from her bath.

He snapped his thoughts to attention. “If you want to make yourself useful, you can open a bottle of wine.

“Great. Do I find it in the fridge?”

“Uh huh.” He inclined his head. “Glasses in the overhead cupboard over there.”

“I must say you keep a very nice establishment.”

He smiled. “With the help of my house cleaner. She comes in three times a week.”

From the corner of his eye he saw Jenna take a bottle of white wine from the fridge, unscrew the cap and half-fill two glasses. She came forward and handed him one.

He poured the egg mixture into a pan and added the mushrooms. He was grateful for this short time with her. He’d probably never get another chance like this. He wanted her to know he wasn’t the rude bastard she must think him. Thanks to that cloudburst, he had that chance. But after all those earls and dukes she knew, she was bound to think him crass.

And thank God she’d come to him for help. As much as he’d like to get her into bed, she would never be in safer hands.

She looked terrific. Even though the bathrobe was a little too big for her, it looked better on her than it did on Lisa. A smile threatened to break out but he reined it in.

Don’t get any dumb ass ideas, jerk. She’s only in LA a short time, then she’ll be gone, like a will-o-the-wisp, to some other glamorous Europa Airlines outpost.

And he would never see her again.

Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?
Website: www.jeandrew.co.nz
Twitter: @genie5
Blog: http://adventuresinauthorland.blogspot.com
Buy Links: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/
Thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.

Interview with Corinne O’Flynn, Author of THE EXPATRIATES

BioBlockCorinne O’Flynn is a native New Yorker who now lives in Colorado and wouldn’t trade life in the Rockies for anything. She loves writing flash and experimenting with short fiction. Her novel, THE EXPATRIATES (Oct. 2014) is a YA fantasy adventure with magic and creatures and lots of creepy stuff. She is a scone aficionado, has an entire section of her kitchen devoted to tea, and is always on the lookout for the elusive Peanut Chews candy.
When she isn’t writing, Corinne works as the executive director of a nonprofit. She is a member of Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers, and the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. You can find her online at her website, Facebook, or Twitter @CorinneOFlynn.

What made you decide to be an author?
I’ve been drawn to books for as long as I can remember. Like many authors, my love of great stories drew me in early. I grew up in a family of readers where books were always important. I began to take writing more seriously in high school and then college, but didn’t aspire to write novels until I was in my twenties.

What do you like best about being a writer?
That’s a huge question! I guess the best part about being a writer is the freedom that comes with it. I am my own boss. I decide what to work on, when and where. The dress code rocks.

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing fantasy?
I would have to say that a life of reading fantasy books, coupled with a wild imagination, has given me the tools to write in the genre. Given the choice of any type of book, I will always choose the one with magic and the paranormal. Those stories speak to me.

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book–as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with?
Whenever I get started writing for the day, I read over what I wrote before to get back in the flow. There were a few times while writing THE EXPATRIATES and also my forthcoming witch novel where I sat down to write and read the prior day’s words with a sense of awe, wondering who wrote that? It is a magical thing to feel like the words are being channeled through you. I look forward to experiencing it again.

You’ve written two novels and are working on a third. What’s your favorite time management tip?
My best tip to getting things done is to keep a to-do list, and make sure it is always handy. I prefer a combination of paper and digital. I use a spiral notebook to capture every last thing and then I organize it digitally using WorkFlowy, which syncs across my devices.

The combination of paper and app is especially useful for me because while the digital allows me to sort and organize my list, I really like the act of writing things down. Also, you can search on completed tasks in the app and see a list all the things you’ve accomplished in a given timeframe. That’s motivating!

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?
I am a converted plotter. I first wrote THE EXPATRIATES as the pansters do. No outline, nothing but my mind to guide the next thing. Believe me when I say that I made every single mistake you can make. The whole thing was a mess. Rewrites took years, and finally I had to stop, outline it as if it were a new story, and start over. That process was laborious and took another few years to complete, but I can honestly say that it’s made me a much better writer. Now, I plot using a whiteboard with color-coded post-it notes, which allows me to plot but also lets my inner pantser make some changes along the way. I try not to make it too rigid.

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?
Let go of the fear and go for it!

Do you listen to music when you write? Do you have a theme song for this book? What music did you go back to over and over as you wrote it, or as you write, in general?
I usually write to classical or other instrumental music. I can’t deal with lyrics being sung while I work, it’s too distracting.

There is one song that kept me in the mood of THE EXPATRIATES. It is “Keep it Together” by Ryan Bingham. If my main character ever sat and wrote a song about his experience in this book, this would be it.

Tell me more about THE EXPATRIATES.Expatriates_CVR_LRGLIGHTlowres
THE EXPATRIATE is the first in a series that follows teenager, Jim Wales, who can communicate telepathically with animals. He discovers his family has been hiding him because they know he’s a scholar—one who can manipulate energy using magic—and someone is hunting all the scholars.

How about an excerpt from THE EXPATRIATES?

“Well, it’s not dead.” Charlie let out a nervous laugh.

“What should we do with it?” Sam asked.

Hollis took off his t-shirt and proceeded to wrap the bird like a burrito. “We need to protect her wings in case she thrashes. She’ll wake soon.”

I looked at Hollis, stunned. “How do you know that?” I asked. And what else did he know?

“This,”—he cradled the wrapped bird in his arms—“is a very important messenger. It’s called a Sending. They don’t do that sort of thing anymore—change an animal like that.” He shook his head as if lost in thought. “It changes them. Their brain. Something big must be going on back home. There’s only one person who could have sent her to you. And if I’m right, then something’s really wrong.”

“What kind of wrong?” Sam asked, his forehead wrinkled with worry.

Everything in me flashed to attention at what Hollis said. “Back home?” I asked. There was no way.

Hollis stared at me, saying nothing.

“Hollis, what do you mean back home?” I repeated. I’d always known we weren’t from here, from the Modern World—the human world. All of us, everyone in Sweetwater’s, were originally from a place called Bellenor, which used to be connected to this world by some magical force—until the bridge collapsed. Or so I’d been told. “You all said Bellenor was destroyed. Back when my mother was a kid. Before I was born.”

“I’m sorry, Jim,” he said. “We had no choice.”

Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?
Website: http://www.corinneoflynn.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/oflynnbooks
Twitter: www.twitter.com/CorinneOFlynn
Blog: http://www.corinneoflynn.com/category/blog/

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Signed copies are available through my website.

Thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.

Thank you for having me. It was my pleasure to be here.

Interview with Kerryn Reid, Author of Learning to Waltz

Kerryn ReidKerryn grew up the daughter of a professor in a New England college town. But her mother was a devotee of ‘Olde’ England, and Kerryn followed suit. After high school, she traveled around the British Isles with her best friend. Predictably, they fell in love with a couple of Irish lads – oh, those gorgeous accents! Roaming the Rock of Cashel in the dark with your first love? Totally illicit, totally romantic!

Her love for the man faded. But a piece of Kerryn’s heart still lives “across the pond” where those adventures took place – as well as the Regency romances she loves. So when the itch to write needed scratching, that’s where her imagination took her.

Kerryn finally met the love of her life, and he’s still at her side, trimming the hedges and dreaming up taglines. He’ll never have an Irish accent, but he’s amazing!

What made you decide to be an author?
My first decision was to try my hand at writing a Regency romance. I’d read so many of them, I figured it should be easy. It wasn’t, of course, and it took me far too long. But I loved that first draft so much that I made my second decision: to get it published. That involved another stretch of time while I actually learned how to write!

What do you like best about being a writer?
I love words. I love using them to take readers to a place they’ve never been and make it seem real. I love persuading readers that this story really could have happened. And I really love finding the words that can reveal a stranger’s heart. There’s nothing better than that.

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing historical romance?
My parents – yes, my dad too – loved Georgette Heyer. I cut my romantic eyeteeth on her Regencies. I’ve continued to read historical non-romance and non-historical romance, as well as straight history – research is one of my favorite parts of the writing process. Add the usual girlish dreams, fantastic travel adventures, and a few decades of real life to draw from, stir well, and you have a romance writer!

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book–as if the words came of their own accord?
I’m sorry to say, no, that doesn’t happen to me. At least not yet.

You’ve released your first novel and are working on another, and a short story as well. What’s your favorite time management tip?
(Laughs ruefully) I’m really not the right person to ask about that. Learn how to ignore the distractions. I haven’t managed it yet. In addition to my fiction, I’m having a blast with my new monthly newsletter, Seasons of the Past. Covering seasonal and holiday customs past and present, with a particular interest in the Regency period, it offers history, recipes, excerpts, personal photos and more. You can find subscription forms on my website and Facebook page. See? Another distraction!

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?
My tendency is very much organic. But I’m trying hard to moderate that. There are so many advantages to having some idea where you’re going. For my second book, I have a fairly detailed timeline, and character profiles, and I actually wrote a synopsis – which is already out-of-date.

Do you listen to music when you write? Do you have a theme song for this book? What music did you go back to over and over as you wrote it, or as you write, in general?
I love music of many kinds, but in general I do not listen while I’m writing. Unfortunately, I find anything with lyrics far too distracting, even if I can’t understand the words. Classical works well, though – usually I just don’t think of it.

Tell me more about Learning to Waltz.  Learning to Waltz
Learning to Waltz is set in rural England during the winter of 1816-17. Deborah Moore grew up isolated and abused. Now she’s a widow with a child of her own to raise. She counts every farthing and hides her feelings behind a mask of reserve – in fact, she tries not to have any feelings. Then five-year-old Julian is lost one cold December day, and the aristocratic stranger who saves him wants to save her, too.

Evan Haverfield has never fallen for anyone, and Deborah is a far cry from the woman he imagined he might love someday. But he’s seen beneath her mask, and that’s the woman he wants. It’s a tender, heartfelt story of Christmas wishes and New Year’s heartache, of love, fear, and persistence.

How about an excerpt from Learning to Waltz?

The church bell tolled midnight, then pealed insistently in celebration of 1817. She must go downstairs, bank the fire in the parlor and snuff out the candles. Then she must remove this ridiculous garb and go to bed.

It was difficult to get up from the dressing table and set these events in motion. The mirror frowned at her, as reluctant as she was to give up altogether on pretty gowns, and dancing—

A pounding sounded at the door downstairs, startling the night. Everyone in town should be at the ball, celebrating the hopes and possibilities of the new year. Another grimace at her reflection, and she went softly down the stairs in her old dance slippers.

Mr. Haverfield—Evan—waited on her doorstep. Who else could it have been. His narrowed eyes bored into hers, two creases cutting deep between his brows. He brushed past her into the hall. She shivered in the cold air and shut the door.

“Why are you at home? I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I—”

“You said when I saw you last that you would be there tonight.”

Teeth clenched, she dug her fingers like claws into the silk at her hips.

“No, sir.” She knew he hated it when she called him sir. “If you examine your memory, you will find I did not commit myself one way or the other.”

“You did. You said—” His mouth, twisted with anger, closed tight. He turned on his heel, took two steps across the hall and slapped his gloves down on the table. His hat followed, more deliberately. Then he hung his greatcoat on a hook and turned to face her. The scowl was gone, replaced by something bleak and somber. She would rather have faced the anger.

“I stand corrected,” he said at last. “But surely you intended to go. Your gown, and your hair… you look lovely.”

She shook her head. He looked alarmingly handsome himself in formal black and white, with a touch of burgundy and silver in his waistcoat. But she would not say so.

“Then why are you dressed this way?”

Deborah shrugged her shoulders and turned away into the parlor. Not only was she a fool, she’d been caught out in her foolishness. “I just…”

“Just what?”

“I was curious to see if the gown still fit me. Reliving the past, I suppose.”

She crossed the parlor to stir life into the fire. A window facing the street stood open a couple of inches and the room was cold. Evan took the poker from her hands and did it for her.

“Shall I close the window?”

She shrugged again. “I opened it so I could hear the music.”

“It’s the supper break now, but they’ll be starting up again shortly.” Leaving the window open, he sat down on the sofa, obliging her to sit as well. She chose a chair, as far away from him as possible.

He settled in as though this was a morning call. She looked at her hands, folded in her lap. To break the silence, she said, “I expect everyone is quite merry at the inn. Did you enjoy the dancing?”

“I wanted to waltz with you,” Evan said.

That startled a laugh from her. “You should be glad I wasn’t there, then. I don’t even know the steps.”

He shifted to the edge of his seat, one hand on his knee, eyebrows raised in astonishment. “You’ve never waltzed?”

Anger pricked her again. “Just when would I have learned it, sir? I’ve no reason to know how to waltz.”

“Nonsense. It’s fun. I’ll show you.”

He rose. Good gracious, did he mean right now?

She sat frozen on the sofa. But when Evan came to her, and bowed over her hand, and asked for this dance, she humored him. Just more play-acting.

His hands were warm where they touched her. She laid one hand on his shoulder. Suddenly shy, she looked up into his face. How scandalous! How wonderful. She giggled. The sound of it shocked her. When was the last time she giggled?

He talked as he set her in motion, allowing her to watch his feet for a few minutes. Then he lifted her chin. “Now look at me.” He hummed a tune while she became a bit more comfortable with the steps and turns. Then the musicians returned to their labors up the street. Conveniently, they began with a waltz.

It was too soft to hear properly, but the rhythm was easy enough to catch, and she infinitely preferred dancing with him in private, where no one could see her blush.

In the near-darkness, hopefully Evan couldn’t either.

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Thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.

Thank you, Sharon!