Writing is Writing is Writing by Amanda Forester

Writing is Writing is Writing 

by Amanda Forester

 

Hello and thank you for inviting me today!  I started my writing career in a bit of a different way. I began in academia, writing grants and research papers. If I were to tell you I learned to write romance novels by writing grants you might cross my book off your TBR list.  But while the topics are surely different (they’re different, I swear, it’s safe to put my book back on your list), I did learn a few things from academic writing that have helped my fiction career.

1. The discipline of writing.  Granted, sitting in a chair might not seem like the most taxing of career choices, but actually it takes discipline to sit your tushy in the chair and keep it there to actually write.  One of the things about writing that is so difficult is that it is so easy to do something else.  It would be easy to only write when the muse was singing and the words were flowing like melted chocolate all over the page in a cascade of romantic deliciousness… but most of the time it’s a slow slog.  Academic writing trained me to sit and power through it.

2.  Make the deadline.  Grants are due at a certain time, and if you are on contract, so are manuscripts.  Miss a grant deadline and you will no longer be considered for funding.  Miss a manuscript deadline with your publisher and you could lose your sale.  Bad news either way.  Perfectionism is the enemy of creativity.  Magic happens when you allow yourself to not be perfect.  Strange as it may sound, making the deadline forced me to trust in my internal voice and let the creativity flow.

3.  What’s the point?  Both academic writing and fiction writing tell a story.  One might be a little more dry than the other, but both have a point and message they are trying to convey. The challenge with academic writing is to take complex, dry material and present it in a way that is compelling.  There are always lots of data that can be reported, but the important question is “why does this matter?”  This is an important question in fiction writing too.  Every scene should serve a purpose. What is the point?  Why am I writing about this?  These are essential questions in every style of writing.

See now—there are more similarities between academia and fiction than you thought, including nice numbered sections with bolded titles for ease of reading. Despite the similarities, I greatly enjoy writing fiction because I don’t have to worry about getting it “right” and I can let my imagination fly.

5_24 9781402271786-PRMy newest release, A WEDDING IN SPRINGTIME, is the first book in a new series set in Regency England.  I am thrilled these characters, who have haunted me incessantly, are finally getting their chance to see their stories in print.

 

Here’s the blurb for A WEDDING IN SPRINGTIME :

 

Five minutes into Miss Eugenia Talbot’s presentation at court, notorious rogue Mr. William Grant makes her laugh before the queen, ruining her debut. To hush up the scandal, Genie needs to make a brilliant marriage, and fast.  Genie’s aunt hires a matchmaker to find a suitor—anyone except the infamous William Grant—but amiable Genie shows a disturbing tendency to follow her heart.  When a traitor creeps closer, threatening to ruin more than just her reputation, Genie and Grant are drawn into a dangerous world of deceit and intrigue, where losing their hearts could mean their ultimate undoing.

I hope you will enjoy reading A WEDDING IN SPRINGTIME.  I love to hear from readers so come visit me at my website, facebook, or twitter.

 

 

 

 

Ten Things I Love About Steampunk by Bec McMaster

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Ten Things I Love About Steampunk

 

Steampunk is a movement, with various outlets (fashion, music, literature etc.), but today I’m going to talk about what I love about the genre I write in, and more specifically steampunk romance:

 

1. Exploration. When I think of the Victorian era (which could be set in the Americas, the Orient or the Empire), for me it was a time of great exploration. Again, whether that’s exploring the globe, exploring technology or simply exploring societal guidelines, the one thing that springs to mind is adventure. Steampunk is all about the adventure – and yes, it’s not always limited to history. Sometimes it can be futuristic as well, but that spirit of adventure lingers.

 

2. The fashion. Corsets, garters, top hats, pith helmets, military-style uniforms, sexy boots… Hoo-boy, the romance writer in me can have a lot of fun with this.

 

3. Tea. Seriously, this is a significant part of the Victorian era and I regularly immerse myself in Twinings or a delicious Darjeeling just to capture the mood before I write.

 

4. Mechanical men. Or men with mechanical parts. And no, I’m not saying which parts though the mind does boggle.

 

5. Goggles. No self-respecting steampunk hero or heroine can be without them. Whether they’re used to identify forensic evidence, view the opera (see My Lady Quicksilver, book 3, coming out in October 2013) or bracing the head of an explorer as he sets off on his airship, I love them.

 

6. Equality. It’s not uncommon to find an intrepid heroine in what is usually a male-dominated role in your steampunk. Pirate captain? Detective? Aeronaut? Even if your heroine wears a corset and bustle, she’s still not the usual simpering miss. She’s often out to change the world – or her role in it – armed with a parasol and a good fortifying tisane. This also applies to multi-cultural characters or LGBT. Steampunk is liberating.

 

7. The aesthetic sensibility of most steampunk creations: clockwork is sexy. Silk, lace, brass; it’s all about the appearance of a creation.

 

8. The weapons. Where else (apart from Star Wars) can you have a ray-gun? Or, in my case, a steam-driven pistol that fires fire bolt bullets, meant to explode on impact.

 

9. Science. I’ll be honest. I like my science with a dash of mad, a touch of laboratories and the faintest hint of Frankenstein. I studied Biology for two years: I know it’s more about data, statistics and endless calculations. But in my steampunk, I want something a little freaky, a little horrific.

 

10. The possibility… Steampunk is all about what could have happened. After all, da Vinci designed a ‘helicopter’, why can’t we assume that someone actually created it? And that it worked?

 

So take all of those things, combine them together, give them a little shake and what do you have? My London Steampunk series. You can start with the first book, Kiss of Steel, with its devilish hero, codes, cures, a heroine determined to protect her family from a vicious duke and blood-drinking, or, if you’re after something with a virgin hero, a flirtatious debutante out to change the world, verwulfen warriors and political plots, you could try Heart of Iron, which is in stores this month!

 

For a sneak peek at the London Steampunk world, I’m offering an e-novella called Tarnished Knight (set after Kiss of Steel and before Heart of Iron) for free download for the month. See here for details.

 

Want to win a copy of Kiss of Steel to start you on the adventure? Just let me know in the comments what parts of the above list interest you the most.

 

HEART OF IRON BY BEC MCMASTER – IN STORES MAY 2013

 

In the mist-shrouded streets of London’s dreaded Whitechapel district, werewolves, vampires and a clockwork army are one step away from battle…

 

5_23 Heart of Iron CoverNO ONE TO TRUST…

Lena Todd is the perfect spy. Nobody suspects the flirtatious debutante could be a rebel against London’s vicious elite—not even the ruthless Will Carver, the one man she can’t twist around her little finger.

 

Will Carver, is more than man, he’s a verwulfen and he wants nothing to do with the dangerous beauty who drives him to the very edge of control. But when he finds Lena in possession of a coded letter, he realizes she’s in a world of trouble. To protect her, he’ll have to seduce the truth from her before it’s too late.

 

“Deftly blends elements of steampunk and vampire romance with brilliantly successful results…darkly atmospheric and delectably sexy.”

Booklist, starred review for KISS OF STEEL

 

 

 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

5_23 Bec McMaster PhotoAward-winning author Bec McMaster lives in a small town in Australia and grew up with her nose in a book. A member of RWA, she writes sexy, dark paranormals and steampunk romance. When not writing, reading, or poring over travel brochures, she loves spending time with her very own hero or daydreaming about new worlds. The third book in the London Steampunk series, My Lady Quicksilver will be in stores in October 2013. Read more about her at www.becmcmaster.com or follow her on Twitter @BecMcMaster.

 

 

 

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Super Book Blast: Kidnapped Cowboy by Lindsey Brookes

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Kidnapped Cowboy CoverAfter countless attempts to speak with the owner of the retreat for troubled teens she runs on the outskirts of Lone Tree, Montana, Caitlin Myers resorts to kidnapping Brandon ‘The Ogre of Lone Tree’ Barnes in a desperate attempt to change his mind about turning Stoney Brook into a vacation resort for the wealthy.

Retired rodeo star, Dalton Barnes, gets the surprise of his life when he’s abducted by a soft-spoken female with a ‘gun’ and taken to the retreat his family owns. He soon learns she’s kidnapped the wrong cowboy by mistake. She wanted his brother. Things go from bad to worse when a late spring snowstorm strands them together at the cabin. But it’s during their snow-in that Dalton learns why Caitlin has gone to such lengths to save Stoney Brook. Having had issues with his older brother himself and a not so happy past, Dalton promises to do what he can to help her.

When confronted Brandon tells Dalton he’ll hold off on his plans for the retreat, but only if Dalton agrees to stick around and help run it. Keeping his promise to Caitlin, Dalton agrees and what starts out as a common goal to turn the troubled teens’ lives around that summer ends up turning theirs around as well. Can a man who has always avoided putting down roots and a woman with a deep-seated fear of abandonment hang on to the happiness they’ve found together? Or will the past return to threaten their newfound love?

Love, laughter and a heartwarming read…

EXCERPT:

“Dalton, try to understand my situation,” she pleaded, looking away. “Your brother wouldn’t appreciate his employee having a fling with his brother.”

“A fling? Is that what we’re doing?” he demanded.

“You know what I mean.”

“What I know is that my brother is aware of my feelings for you and has no issues with it. I know you’re scared. Afraid to let your heart lead you.”

“Well you’re afraid of the big ‘C’,” she told him, her tone clipped. “I have reason to be scared. And this conversation is over.” That said she took off, disappearing around the bed of his truck.
He took off after her. Their conversation was far from over. “The big ‘C’?”

“Commitment,” she called back over her shoulder.

“Damn it, Caitlin, when are you gonna realize that I’m crazy about you?”

She stopped and turned. “Don’t say that.”

“Why the hell not? It’s true.”

“We’re from two different worlds,” she argued half-heartedly.

“What worlds?” he asked, her mulishness frustrating him to no end. “Rich and poor?”

“Yes.” She looked down at the ground between them.

He cupped her chin, raising it until she met his gaze. “I’d give it all up for you.”

Her bottom lip quivered as she looked up at him. “Dalton…” her tone was pleading.

“Forget it, Caitlin. I can be just as stubborn as you, even more so if you try me.”

“I don’t wanna argue.”

“Good. Because arguing’s not what I had in mind.” Giving her no chance to protest, he pulled her into his arms and captured her mouth in a long, hard kiss.

Lindsey Brookes picRomance author Lindsey Brookes grew up reading romance novels. She penned her first romance, a historical, at the age of seventeen. From there she went on to join Romance Writers of America where she learned the ins and outs of the publishing business and ways to hone her craft. She switched to writing contemporary romance and has finalled in/or won more than 75 RWA chapter sponsored contests with over a dozen different manuscripts. She is also a four time RWA Golden Heart finalist as well as a past American Title III finalist and winner of Harlequin’s Great American Romance Novel contest. She’s married to her childhood sweetheart, her hero, with whom she has two beautiful daughters.

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Blurb Blitz Tour: The Cowboy’s Email Order Bride by Cora Seton

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Cover_The Cowboy's E-Mail Order BrideEthan Cruz should be mending fences on his Montana ranch, but instead he’s driving to the Chance Creek, Montana, airport – to pick up the bride he didn’t know he had. This latest salvo in his ongoing practical joke battle with his best friend, Rob Matheson, has gone too far, and Ethan plans to send his “bride” right back home, then get busy plotting his revenge. One look at Autumn Leeds changes his mind, however. Perhaps he needs a bride, after all. A breathtakingly beautiful city bride.

Autumn Leeds needs a story – fast – or she’s going to lose her lucrative contract with CityPretty Magazine, so when she sees the crazy video plea for a modern mail-order bride for a cowboy, it sounds like the story of the century. Making a video of her own, she casts herself as the perfect mail-order bride for a rancher, but when she finally reaches Montana, she’s surprised to find Ethan’s the perfect cowboy husband-to-be. Against her better judgment, her plan to keep her handsome groom at arm’s length disintegrates into a night of passion spent in his arms.

Ethan knows he can’t keep playing this game – he has to come clean with Autumn and tell her the truth; about the practical joke and about the state of his ranch. He’s about to lose it all because of the debts his mother racked up before his parents’ deaths. Now his sister, Claire, wants to sell the ranch and collect what little money they can. He’ll be out of a home and a job, and in no shape to support the bride he desperately wants to marry, after all.

Autumn’s in bigger trouble than ever. Not only has she fallen in love with the subject of her expose – she might be carrying his child. If she doesn’t write this article and secure her job for another year, she’ll lose everything – her career, her apartment, and more importantly, her family’s approval. The only alternative is to stay and marry Ethan. But how can she trust a man she’s just met when she knows too well that men always let you down?

Can a love based on lies last?

EXCERPT:

She glanced up at Ethan to find him glancing down, and the warm feeling curved around her insides again. Surely New York men couldn’t be shorter than this crew, or any less manly, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been around so much blatant testosterone. She must be ovulating. Why else would she react like this to a perfect stranger?

Ethan touched her arm. “This way.” She followed him down the hall, the others falling into place behind them like a cowboy entourage. She stifled a sudden laugh at the absurdity of it all, slipped her hand into her purse and grabbed her digital camera, capturing the scene with a few clicks. Had this man – this…cowboy – sat down and planned out the video he’d made? She tried to picture Ethan bending over a desk and carefully writing out “Sweet. Good cook. Ready for children.”

She blew out a breath and wondered if she was the only one stifling in this sudden heat. Ready for children? Hardly. Still…if she was going to make babies with anyone…

Shaking her head to dispel that dangerous image, she found herself at the airport’s single baggage carousel. It was just shuddering to life and within moments she pointed out first one, then another sleek, black suitcase. Ethan took them both, began to move toward the door and then faltered to a stop. He avoided her gaze, focusing on something far beyond her shoulder. “It’s just…I wasn’t….”

Oh God, Autumn thought, a sudden chill racing down her spine. Her stomach lurched and she raised a hand as if to ward off his words. She hadn’t even considered this.

He’d taken one look and decided to send her back.

Cora SetonCora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle eight years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a neglected one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini. Visit www.coraseton.com to read about new releases, locate your favorite characters on the Chance Creek map, and learn about contests and other cool events!

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Super Book Blast: The Cracked Slipper by Stephanie Alexander

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Barefoot girl in white dress with shoes in hand is on the field.When Eleanor Brice unexpectedly wins the heart of Gregory Desmarais, Crown Prince of Cartheigh, she’s sure she’s found her happily-ever-after. Unfortunately, Prince Charming has a loose grip on his temper, a looser grip on his marriage vows, and a tight grip on the bottle.

Eight years of mistreatment, isolation and clandestine book learning hardly prepare Eleanor for life at Eclatant Palace, where women are seen, not heard. According to Eleanor’s eavesdropping parrot, no one at court appreciates her unladylike tendency to voice her opinion. To make matter worse, her royal fiancé spends his last night of bachelorhood on a drunken whoring spree. Before the ink dries on her marriage proclamation Eleanor realizes that she loves her husband’s best friend, former soldier Dorian Finley.

Eleanor can’t resist Dorian’s honesty, or his unusual admiration for her intelligence, and soon both are caught in a dangerous obsession. She drowns her confusion in charitable endeavors, but the people’s love can’t protect her from her feelings. When a magical crime endangers the bond between unicorns, dragons, and the royal family, a falsely accused Eleanor must clear her own name to save her life. The road toward vindication will force a choice between hard-won security and an impossible love.

The Cracked Slipper is a book club friendly fairytale retelling in the vein of Gregory Maguire, with a dash of romance. Set in a pseudo-renaissance, corset-and-petticoats enchanted kingdom, The Cracked Slipper brings a magical twist to women’s fiction.

EXCERPT:

“The dragon stood and lumbered toward the first cave. It passed the other unicorns, slowing every few steps, and they responded with reassuring whinnies. The next dragon appeared, followed by two more of Tremor’s unicorn guides. The first dragon called to the second, who screamed once in return. Both creatures seemed eager to get underground.

The transfer continued for nearly an hour without much fanfare. Eleanor thought she must have miscounted when there was a break in the procession.

“This will be the last one,” said Gregory. “I wonder what’s taking so long.”

Tremor paced at the mouth of the cave. Dark smoke rolled from under the ground. Tremor sent two of his fellows down below, and when after a few minutes they did not return, Thromba called to him to send two more.

Without warning, and with an earsplitting scream, and a new dragon burst from the cave. Stubby horns revealed her as a doe.

“Ho!”Gregory yelled. “Nestlings!”

Three baby dragons, about the size of saddle horses, squealed and circled their mother’s feet. She screamed and shot fire at the wall of men and unicorns. The men fell back. The unicorns just shut their eyes. As Gregory steered Eleanor toward the cabin she caught a flash of white behind the dragon’s legs.

Teardrop had somehow been pushed from the line. She was pinned between the raging dragon and the canyon walls. As the dragon backed and reared, her massive tail, all wrathful muscle, swung in a deadly pendulum.

“Teardrop!”Eleanor screamed.

Teardrop zigged, looking for a way around the mother dragon. The dragon’s tail came down hard and clipped the mare across the shoulder. Teardrop slammed into the rock wall. She cowered, stunned and heaving.

“Teardrop!”Eleanor yanked free of Gregory’s grip.

“Eleanor, stop!”

She ran past the startled guards and into the chaos.

“Get back!” Tremor snorted.

“I won’t!” She yelled to be heard over the dragon. “I’m going to help her.”
“You can’t, and we must control this situation.”

“I will, damnit!” She tried to get around the stallion but he stepped in front of her again. “Get out of my way!” she stormed.

He lowered his head. “If you insist on this foolery at least let me help you.”

Gregory was shoving past the guards, but she climbed onto Tremor’s back before he could reach her.

“Eleanor!”Gregory screamed.

She clung to Tremor’s mane as he raced at the dragon. Her eyelashes stuck together in the blinding heat. Tremor dodged and wheeled as the dragon spit fire. Two other unicorns flanked them.

Tremor skidded to a stop. Eleanor leapt off and ran to Teardrop.
“Hurry!” Tremor called.

Foam dripped from Teardrop’s muzzle as she pressed against the wall. She wasn’t bleeding—her thick hide was nearly impenetrable—but a raised welt marred her shoulder. Her eyes rolled.

“Teardrop,”Eleanor tried to keep her voice calm over the screams of the dragon as it went after Tremor. “Help me. Take me back to Gregory.”

Teardrop swung her head at Eleanor’s voice. Her dark eyes came into focus. “Why are you here?” she whispered. “You will be killed.”

“So you must take me out.”

Teardrop nodded, and Eleanor grabbed her mane and pulled herself onto the mare’s back.“Go, now,” she called. “I need you to get me past this dragon.”

Teardrop scraped at the ground with one hoof and pricked her ears. She watched Tremor and his helpers and the mother dragon. She spotted an opening and dove for it. The dragon spun and swung her tail again. Eleanor held on as Teardrop leapt. They barely cleared the spinning spikes.

They came to a stop past the line of unicorns, and Eleanor’s legs gave out when she slid to the ground. Gregory caught her, cursing and kissing her.

“Dammit, Eleanor,” he said. “You’re the most stubborn, disobedient, brave, exasperating woman.”

She sat on the ground with her head between her knees. The magicians bustled around Teardrop. They tried to examine her injury, but she snorted them away. She stood over Eleanor, breathing down the back of her neck.

Eleanor raised her head as Tremor called a dozen of his fellows into the skirmish. The doe blew fire, but more unicorns pressed in and she backed down. Her children squeaked and smoked around her. Tremor stepped from the line and knelt on one knee. To Eleanor’s amazement one of the nestlings crept out from under its mother’s belly and slunk toward him. The doe hissed a warning. Tremor stood, and gently touched the baby dragon with his horn.

The doe exhaled a long blast of fire, but this time there was no fight in it. The other baby dragons came forward, and Tremor touched them all before nudging them toward the new cave with his muzzle. Their mother let our several low whistles and followed them.

Once the doe disappeared under the ground, Thromba ran to Eleanor and Gregory. “Dear HighGod, sire,” he said. “It was a botch-up, and the princess nearly roasted.”

“No, Thromba,” Gregory said. “We both know you can never tell how the does with nestlings will react. Last year we lost three men to a new mother. Not so bad, really.” He knelt beside Eleanor.

“Are you angry with me?” she asked.

“No,”he said. “How can I be angry? But you must be more careful.”

He helped her stand on her shaky legs. She ran a hand over Teardrop’s withers and the white hide twitched under her fingers. “Does it hurt?” she asked.

“Some, but we heal quickly.”

“Princess,”said an airy voice behind her. It was Tremor.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m sorry if I made things more complicated.”

Tremor lowered his head. “I thank you,” he said. “For reminding me of what is important.”

Eleven Hearts PhotographyStephanie Alexander grew up in the suburbs of Washington, DC, the oldest of three children. Drawing, writing stories, and harassing her parents for a pony consumed much of her childhood. After graduating from high school in 1995 she earned a Bachelor of Arts in Communications from the College of Charleston, South Carolina. She returned to Washington, DC, where she followed a long-time fascination with sociopolitical structures and women’s issues to a Master of Arts in Sociology from the American University. She spent several years as a Policy Associate at the International Center for Research on Women, a think-tank focused on women’s health and economic advancement.

Stephanie embraced full-time motherhood after the birth of the first of her three children in 2003. After six wonderful years buried in diapers and picture books she returned to her childhood passion and wrote her own fairytale. Her family put down permanent southern roots in Charleston in 2011. Stephanie is an adjunct professor of Sociology at the College of Charleston.

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Character Interview with Olivia Taylor from “There Goes the Groom”

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Olivia’s world turns upside down when Tony Dipietro, the man who literally left her at the altar eight years ago, comes back home. Worse still, she has to work with him. To her horror she discovers she not only finds him as attractive as she did eight years ago, she still has feelings for him. But she’s engaged to another man and she won’t subject him to the pain she endured when Tony left her. What is she going to do?

To help her work out her problems, Olivia enlists the help of therapist Dr. Joan Jepson, or Dr. J for short:

Dr. J: Tell me about Tony, Olivia.

Olivia: Well, he’s smart, ambitious, funny…he’s got the most glorious dark eyes, like the darkest, most luscious chocolate you could ever imagine. And those abs…

Dr. J: Let’s move on shall we? How did you feel when he left you standing at the altar eight years ago on your wedding day?

Olivia: How do you imagine I felt? I was angry, humiliated. I’d just been dumped in front of everyone I knew.

Dr. J: Aside from the anger, what did you feel?

Olivia: What do you mean? Isn’t anger enough?

Dr. J: I don’t know. Is it? Did you love Tony?

Olivia: Of course I did! Why else would I decide to marry him when I was barely twenty years old? I was crazy about him. I knew going in that marriage was a crap shoot, but I figured we’d at least get past the ceremony.

Dr. J: Why is marriage a crap shoot?

Olivia: (picking at some invisible lint on her sweater) It’s like rolling the dice. Some marriages come up aces, and others get nothing but snake eyes.

Dr. J: What do you mean?

Olivia: (shrugging and looking away) Some couples have all the luck. Like Mr. and Mrs. Dipietro, Tony’s parents. They’ve been married forty years and are just as in love as they were the day they married. And then there’s my parents. (rolls her eyes)

Dr. J: What about your parents?

Olivia: They barely tolerate each other. I don’t know why they’ve stayed together all these years.

Dr. J: (shuffles her notes) Let’s talk about your fiancé for a moment. What is Stuart like?

Olivia: He’s great. He’s loyal, dependable, happy…

Dr. J: (thinks to herself: So are Labrador retrievers) And how do you feel about him?

Olivia: I feel that Stuart and I will have a stable relationship and will make good parents.

Dr. J: But how do you feel about Stuart? Do you love him?

Olivia: (hesitating) Yeah, sure I do.

Dr. J: You don’t sound very convinced.

Olivia: Okay, so maybe I’m not wildly in love in Stuart they way I was with Tony. I adored Tony with every fiber of my being and look how that ended? Me, standing alone at the altar. You can’t trust those feelings. They sweep you away and you lose yourself. The next thing you know you’re looking at each other and wondering why you got married in the first place.

Dr. J: Is that what you were afraid of when you were about to marry Tony? You were afraid it wouldn’t last?

Olivia: The thought certainly crossed my mind. Especially after—

Dr. J: After what?

Olivia: Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.

Dr. J: All right. Let’s get back to Stuart. I understand he’s been out of town the last few weeks.

Olivia: Yes. His father had an accident so he went back to New Brunswick to help his mother look after him, and to run the family business.

Dr. J: How do you feel about that?

Olivia: (looks away) I understand.

Dr. J: But it’s getting very close to your wedding day, isn’t it?

Olivia: Yes, very close.

Dr. J: Are you concerned that Stuart may decide not to come back here to Ottawa?

Olivia: No, of course not. Stuart is dependable. I can count on him. He wouldn’t do something like that.

Dr. J: Perhaps you should go out to New Brunswick and talk to him. Make sure everything’s okay.

Olivia: (looks away again) I was going to, but he said my coming out there would be an inconvenience for his family right now, with his father being ill and everything.

Dr. J: I see.

Olivia: What do you see? If you understand Stuart’s attitude, please enlighten me, because I don’t get it. I thought he was so dependable.

Dr. J: How does that make you feel?

Olivia: Scared. You know when I said earlier that I only felt anger when Tony left me at the altar? That wasn’t exactly true. A tiny part of me was relieved because I didn’t have to get married that day. I was afraid that Tony and I were going to burn out and end up like my parents.

Dr. J: How do you feel about Tony today?

Olivia: I think he’s just as smart and ambitious and gorgeous as he ever was. He still makes me laugh. He still makes me feel alive. I’m crazy about him but I’m scared. I can’t just dump Stuart weeks before our wedding. Dr. J, what am I going to do?

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Cover_There Goes the GroomEight years ago Tony left Olivia at the altar. He was sure she didn’t really want to marry him. Now he’s back, and they’re forced to work together.

Coming home isn’t easy for Tony, because his father wanted him to work at a trade instead of going off to college. Their relationship is still unsteady. Even before Tony’s return, Olivia began questioning the depth of her love for her fiancé, a man she chose because he was safe and reliable. Yet the last thing she wants is a loveless, faithless marriage like the one her parents suffered through.

When Tony, who never stopped loving her, insists her fiancé is the wrong man for her, Olivia sets out to prove him wrong. But the sexual chemistry between them is still strong, and so are her feelings for him. Even so, how can she break her engagement, hurt her fiancé as she was once hurt? And how can she trust Tony not to abandon her as he did before?

If anyone does the jilting this time, she will.

EXCERPT:

When he arrived at McLaren’s a short time later, he saw a group of people, mostly men, crowded around one of the pool tables, clapping and cheering to the beat of hard driving rock music. As he got closer he saw the object of their attention. Olivia was on top of the pool table, doing an incredibly sexy, somewhat drunken dance. Her snug jeans and close fitting tank top showed off her lovely curves, and her hair, usually pinned into submission, hung loose and free around her shoulders. Even her bare feet were sexy, the toenails painted a flirty red.

Tony’s breath caught in his throat. She’d never looked more beautiful.

Dani stood nearby, arguing with a couple of the bar’s bouncers.

“Look Lady, if your friend doesn’t come down on her own, we’re going to have to go up there and get her. She’s ruining the table.”

Dani held up a pair of high heels. “How could she be ruining the table? She’s in her bare feet.”

“She’s creating a disturbance. She’s got to come down.”

Tony spoke up. “I’ll get her down. Just give me a few minutes.”

“You’ve got five minutes before we toss her.”

“How are you going to get her down?” Dani asked when the bouncers moved away.

“I don’t know. I’ll think of something.”

Tony elbowed his way to the side of the pool table. Olivia was in her own little world, moving to the rock beat, her hair flying around her face. She looked totally different from the buttoned down executive she usually showed to the world. She reminded him of the girl he used to know, the girl he’d fallen in love with.

“Hey Liv, what are you doing up there?”

At first she didn’t hear him and he had to shout at her again. Then she lifted her face and looked towards him, smiling.

“Hey Tony, I’m having a party,” she said. “It’s my birthday. You remembered my birthday, didn’t you?”

“Sure I did.” Every June twenty-eighth for the last eight years he’d think of her and wonder what she was doing.

“At least you said ‘Happy Birthday’ to me.” She spun in a little circle, her hips gyrating. Tony swallowed nervously. She was an incredibly sexy woman. A look around him at the faces of the other men watching her told him they thought the same. He had to get Liv out of there before one of them decided to take her up on what she unwittingly offered.

“Time to go home, Liv,” he said, holding out his hand to her. “I’ll help you down.”

“Don’t wanna go home,” Liv giggled. “Too many mice.”

“Then we’ll go to Dani’s house.”

Liv danced around the light fixture to the other side of the pool table. “Too many floors.”

“Dani and I will take you to my place then,” he said, grasping at ways to entice her. “We’ll have cake.”

She stopped dancing and walked towards him. “With birthday candles and balloons?”

“Sure.” Where the hell was he going to get birthday candles and balloons at this time of night?

“Okay, let’s go!”

Without warning she jumped off the pool table and into his arms. Tony staggered under her weight, barely keeping his balance. Liv flung her arms around his neck.

“Let’s go eat birthday cake!”

Jana Richards pictureJana Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic comedy. She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a serious side. She believes there’s nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see what makes them tick.

When not writing up a storm, working at her day job as an Office Administrator, or dealing with ever present mountains of laundry, Jana can be found on the local golf course pursuing her newest hobby.

Jana lives in Western Canada with her husband Warren, and a highly spoiled Pug/Terrier cross named Lou. You can reach her through her website at http://www.janarichards.net

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BLURB BLITZ TOUR: Kill Shot by Anne Patrick

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5_21 KillShotCoverArtFormer combat medic Kory Wagner survived four war zones. Now she’s home and out of the Army for good and someone is trying to kill her in her own backyard. Just as disturbing is the handsome sheriff who’s on the case. Sheriff Sean Harding doesn’t quite know what to think of the decorated veteran that managed to outsmart an entire search party. What bothers him more is the body of a PI, whom she hired, was found dead in a building she owns. And Kory isn’t being very cooperative with helping him find the answers as to why someone would kill her sister and want her dead. Will he be able to keep her alive along enough to discover the truth?

Excerpt:

Sean followed the trail of blood to the back of the warehouse. She had definitely been hit — question was how bad? Was she the one who called in the shooting? If so he didn’t blame her for not sticking around, not when someone was trying to kill her. He was surprised she called the police at all.

He stepped out into the late afternoon sunlight. The last traces of blood were found halfway between the building and the edge of the woods. There wasn’t any skid marks in the side parking lot indicating a hasty retreat, and there were no casings. Did the shooter have an accomplice waiting at the back door just in case, or did she manage to escape into the woods?

Deputy McKee joined Sean at the edge of the woods. “Find anything?”

“No. The blood trail ends over there. Judging from the distance between droplets she was running at a pretty good pace.”

“There’s only one car in the parking lot. Do you think they came together, or did she park back here?”

“They either came together or she came in soon after he did thru the front door. The trajectory of the bullets suggests she was near the front of the building when she was hit and exited through the back door.”

“So she either managed to make it back to her car near the front of the building or she’s on foot,” the deputy said.

Sean looked toward the tree line. “If I were her and I had someone shooting at me I’d head for the woods. More places to hide than on a highway. Assemble a search team and have them start looking just in case. And notify the local hospital to be on the lookout for her. If she comes in I want her held for questioning.”

About the Author:5_21 Anne Patrick_Head ShotAnne Patrick is the author of more than a dozen novels of Romance, Mayhem & Faith, including the award winning and bestselling WOUNDED HEROES SERIES, FIRE AND ASH, and TIES THAT BIND. Her books have garnered four-star reviews from Romantic Times, ‘Top Pick’ and ‘Best Book’ honors from Night Owl Reviews and Long and Short of It Reviews, and Five-Heart reviews from The Romance Studio. When she isn’t working on her next novel she enjoys spending time with family and friends, and traveling to foreign countries to experience new cultures and adventures. Born and raised in Oklahoma, she now makes her home in Kansas.

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Website: http://www.annepatrickbooks.com

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A Day in the Life of Rachel Hanna

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A Day With Rachel Hanna – Behind The Scenes
I think writers are an interesting bunch because we’re creative, often a bit odd and very non-conventional in most cases. For myself, I realized early on that I didn’t fit into the mold of corporate America. After getting a degree in Journalism and working in that (and other) fields for most of my adult life, I soon realized that working for others and trying to squelch my creativity was pure torture.

For instance, I could never get past the thought that some person in a nice suit sitting in a stuffy office had the right to tell me how long I had to eat lunch. Or what time I had to wake up in the morning. Or whether I could go to my kid’s event that afternoon. I just didn’t “fit in”!

So, I became a writer. The one thing that has never changed about me is that I am a night owl. I rarely go to bed before 2 AM unless I’m sick. I think better at night once the kids are in bed and it’s dark. I’m also NOT a morning person. Most of my family and friends know not to talk to me about anything important before 10AM. I am much kinder and gentler around that time.

I don’t really have a typical day, but here’s how “most” days go for me. I get up around 8 or 9 in the morning, skip breakfast (yeah, I know, bad…) and pop open the laptop or iPad. I check emails and Facebook first, always being sure that I don’t miss out on any important news (the Journalist still lives within me, I suppose).

Then, I lay out my day. I might be working on one of my books or doing some plotting for another book. I might do some marketing, hanging out on Goodreads and I especially like to read and research how other writers are doing with similar books.

I should also mention that we homeschool our three kids, and my husband is a writer too. By the afternoon, it’s time for activities such as piano, karate, guitar and ballet. Then, I’m back home in late evening for dinner and bedtime.

This is how most days go, but being a writer I might throw something different in there from time to time. Sometimes I write from my bed, other times from my office, other times from my deck.

So, there you have it! The exciting life of a romance author. :)

About the Author:5_15 author picRachel Hanna is a best-selling author of romance novellas and novels. She lives outside of Atlanta with her husband, three cool kids, two crazy dogs and one very snooty outdoor cat. She loves to write, read, spend time with family and embarrass her kids as much as possible.

She also LOVES to connect with her readers through various social media outlets such as Facebook and Twitter, so be sure to check out her website for ways to connect!

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5_15 book coverWhen twenty-four year old Bella Clay experiences yet another major loss in her life, she is forced to come home and become a young, single mother to her seven year old nephew. No one in the small town of Madison Falls knows just how damaged she is, and they certainly don’t know her dirty little secret about where she’s been for the last two years.

Grant Brady is the local hunk who works as the elementary school PE and history teacher. When he takes an interest in helping Bella start over in Madison Falls, she tries to push him away afraid that he will find out her dark secrets. What she doesn’t know is that Grant has a secret of his own.

Will love prevail or will one or both of them run for the hills out of fear?

This book is a novella, so you can enjoy it in just one day! :)

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Handling Public Criticism by Rose Gordon

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Handling Public Criticism

A huge thank you to Long and Short Reviews for having me on today. I was given a list of topics to choose from and since this is a review site, I thought it appropriate in an ironic way to select the topic about handling public criticism.

The fact is, whenever you put yourself out there, whether it be posting a picture on a public site that you took of what you considered to be a beautiful sunset, putting a video of yourself on YouTube, going on TV or the Radio—even if it’s for a 2-minute story on how you got ripped off by an Internet scam, or write a book and have it published for all to see, you’re putting yourself out there to be criticized. Sorry, but that’s the best sugarcoating I can do.

When (not if, but when) you’re criticized you can do one of two things:

1. Sulk, cry, go hide under a rock and completely disappear from the Internet as if you never took that picture, posted that video of you eating fifteen cherry pies at last year’s state fair or wrote that dreadful book.

or

2. Laugh it off.  Everyone says, “Stick and stones can break my bone, but words can’t ever hurt me.” That’s a crock of crap. Words do hurt. Broken bones (and even flesh wounds) can heal faster than the hurt inflicted by words.

[Notice there is NO option 3 of fighting back. This is futile and can only make YOU look like a real moron. This is one of those cases where you do not fight fire with fire. You graciously accept their words and then go behind their backs and have your reaction.]

A friend of mine recently got her first badge of honor AKA a 1-star review and came to me saying, “Don’t people understand authors are people, too?” I wonder that, too, sometimes, but it’s how you choose to react to this kind of thing that makes the biggest difference.

 

Here is my best advice regarding public criticism:

Write a review of the review. Go into Word and write a review just as snarky and nitpicky as theirs if you wish, but make sure you do it in WORD and leave it there. Analyze whatever you want. Their review was posted publicly; it’s your right to review it if you wish. It’s actually quite calming and you wouldn’t believe the amount of creativity that starts flowing when you do this! But as I said, leave it there.

Make a joke about it. I have a book that was labeled OTTT, over the top trashy. While I wasn’t thrilled to get such a…er…unique assessment of my book, it really didn’t hurt my feelings. Honestly, I’ve read reviews far more hateful than that. Ironically, I’ve actually let myself embrace this one a little. The writer of this particular review probably had no idea how much mileage I was going to get out of that review! And oh, I’ve ridden it a long way. It’s a great way to open up conversations when people I don’t know ask me what I write. I say, “Smut.” People either laugh or get a strange look of shock on their face, and if they dare say they don’t believe me, I proudly proclaim, “One of my books was labeled OTTT–over the top trashy!” A review doesn’t have to have a four or a five next to it to turn it into something positive–good “lines” are found in all sorts of reviews. A year ago, I was asked to scan my Amazon reviews for positive lines to use as a means to promote my book to a book club. The line I chose (without altering it a bit) was from a 1-star review.

Consider the source. Was the person another author who left the review (sadly it’s a large percentage of other authors or aspiring writers who leave overly critical reviews)? If it’s one of these, then don’t take it to heart. They’re probably jealous. Was it a person who only leaves bad reviews? Then don’t let it bother you. While some people only review books they like, there are others who only like to pick books apart, and your masterpiece was just in their way that day. When people only have negative things to say, it makes it harder to trust their opinions.

Consider the truth of it. Was what they said true? This is often the hardest thing to accept. Did you really mix up your facts or make your heroine a shrew? Did you neglect to have your book edited? If what they said is true, jot down some notes and make sure you address these things in the future.

Consider the fault found. Was this something that was subjective, such as: I think the heroine was wrong for her role in the hero making an arse of himself and she should have been the one begging for his forgiveness. Or: This book gets a 1-star because it has sex in it. While it can be irritating to get the latter of these statements and not a lot can be done about the former, both of these are things that are subjective and nothing to worry about.

Don’t dwell on it. No matter how you choose to handle your pain: scarfing junk food, crying on your girlfriend’s shoulder, reviewing their review, assessing their review and the true facts and arguments that were presented, do not let it consume you. Some might say not to spend any energy on this and I can respect that, but for some of us it’s easier to “let it go” if you DO at least acknowledge it. But acknowledging it and dwelling on it are two very different things. Have a set amount of time you’re willing to devote to this, say 10 minutes (or less). Then when those 10 are done, say to yourself, the attention I’m giving that tweet, review, comment, or whatever is done. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve shed my last tear, consumed my last bonbon and written my last snarky word about it. It’s done. You cannot dwell on it and let it consume you or you’ve just let that other person win and it’s not worth it.

Remember your book is not for everyone. I know it’s hard, but not everyone is going to like your writing style or your characters, nor are they all going to get your jokes. It’s life and it’s 100% okay.

And if all else fails, go on Jimmy Kimmel and read the mean tweets about yourself like these people:

Or

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/wp-admin/post-new.php#About the Author:5_13 jilted Author ProfileUSA Today Bestselling Author of ten unusually unusual historical romances that have been known to include scarred heroes, feisty heroines, marriage-producing scandals, far too much scheming, naughty literature and always a sweet happily-ever-after. When not escaping to another world via reading or writing a book, she spends her time chasing two young boys around the house, being haunted by wild animals, or sitting on the swing in the backyard where she has to use her arms as shields to deflect projectiles AKA: balls, water balloons, sticks, pinecones, and anything else one of them picks up to hurl at his brother who just happens to be hiding behind her.

Website: http://www.rosegordon.net

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5_13 Cover His Jilted BrideIt’s her wedding day and there is no groom in sight. But why should Amelia Brice be surprised? Hiram, Lord Friar is known for having no gentleman’s honor to speak of and his jilting her on their wedding day makes it official.

Elijah Banks cannot allow his childhood friend to continue to be shamed this way. It’s been almost an hour past the time when the wedding was to start, and that bounder still hasn’t shown up. Unable to sit still a second longer, Elijah does the only thing that seems logical from where he stands: kidnap the bride and marry her himself in order to escape this scandal with one far more forgiving for a young lady’s reputation.

The only trouble is, she has a secret…but so does he; hers is big…but his is bigger.

 

 

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Critting the Critique Group by Alison Stuart

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CRITTING THE CRITIQUE GROUP

Writing is by nature a solitary past time but the trope of the writer in the freezing garret scratching away to the light of single guttering candle has been supplanted in the digital age by computers and internet. We are no longer alone, there is a whole writing community out there with whom to connect. Online workshops, elists, forums, blogs… but one thing remains constant: around the country, at any given time there is a little group of writers sitting around a table with printed paper clutched in one hand and a pen in the other. (There are also online critique groups but I have no experience of those so I will just talk about the “actual” critique group as opposed to the “virtual” critique group).
Most writers are introverts, so it takes a great deal of motivation (and courage) to join a critique group. Not only are you putting your writing on the line but also yourself and it’s that very vulnerability that either makes or breaks your experience with a critique group.
I started off as the totally lone wolf. I moved to Singapore with my husband’s work and found myself utterly stranded without direction or identity. Like a drowning woman I reached out and joined the ANZA Writers Group (which still meets). In that group I found a core of wonderful women of different ages and different interests. As writers we were all different which meant we had to find some common ground on which to share our passion for writing. We found it in short story writing. Every month our convener would set us ‘homework’ of some kind which would more often than not translate into a short story. (Ironically my current release SECRETS IN TIME began as ANZA Writers Group homework). Because we were so different, critique was gentle but encouraging. That experience ended in the publication of two volumes of short stories by a local publisher (these days we would probably just have self published them and put it out as an ebook – how the world has changed).
On return to Australia, I went back to being a lone wolf but having had the taste of what a good crit group could be, I went in search of another and found it. Through Romance Writers of Australia, a group had just been formed in my area. A bad experience with a potential new member had made the group a little wary but they invited me in and I now count them amongst my dearest friends.
What makes or breaks a critique group?
1. The members. It doesn’t matter that you are writing in different genres, although if you are writing genre specific stories it is a good idea to seek out a group that is specializes in your genre. What matters is how the members of the group mesh together. So much of what makes a good group is trust.

2. How critique is delivered. Each member of the group needs to be clear about how they want to receive critique. We tend to use our face to face meetings for brainstorming, setting of goals and writerly business. We generally circulate writing for critique by email but occasionally we have specific face to face critiquing sessions. It is here that the main danger of critique groups lies; I have heard stories of young writers whose spirit has been broken by harsh critiquing. I always couch critique in the form of “suggestions only” and I would advise any writer to take from the critique the bits that are useful to you. There is a danger in absorbing everything – after all it is only someone’s opinion and I have seen young writers whose voice has been lost in a welter of over critiquing. Have faith in your own writing.
A good critique group has a range of experience within its members from experienced writers through to newbies. A good group will nurture and encourage new writers and even “experienced writers” need the support and encouragement of other people. Since I joined my little group, one of our members has had “the call”. We watched that story go from brainstorming to publication. It is OUR book! And my own, SECRETS IN TIME, was read and critiqued by the group members. I am no longer a lone wolf…I have my little pack to run with.

About the Author:5_13 secrets AuthorPicAlison Stuart is an award winning Australian writer of historicals with heart. Whether dueling with dashing cavaliers or wayward ghosts, her books provide a reader with a meaty plot and characters who have to strive against adversity, always with the promise of happiness together. Alison is a lapsed lawyer who has worked in the military and fire service, which may explain a predisposition to soldier heroes. She lives with her own personal hero and two needy cats and likes nothing more than a stiff gin and tonic and a walk along the sea front of her home town. She loves to hear from her readers and can be found at her website, Facebook, Twitter (@AlisonStuart14), Blog, and Goodreads.

5_13 Cover_secretsintimeCan love endure across time?
When a seventeenth-century cavalier hurls himself over her garden wall, Doctor Jessica Shepherd is more angry than surprised. Although she ís no stranger to military re-enactors, there ís something different about Nathaniel Preston. If he ís to be believed, something…or someone…has sent him forward in time from the midst of a civil war to the quiet English countryside of the twentieth century.
With time working against them, Nathaniel has to convince Jessica why fate brought them together before he ís forced to return to his own era and certain death in battle.
Can the strength of love overcome all obstacles, even time itself?