Saturday, September 20, 2014

Silly Questions Got me in Trouble by Vicki Batman


Some of you may be wondering who these singers are; however, once upon a time, they were the rage. I am familiar with them and some of their songs, particularly Tom’s “What’s New Pussycat?”

What do these singers have to do with me? I knew you’d ask. Lol

Several years ago, I was returning from a funsister trip with girlfriends when one of them suggested playing car games. (Yes, we groaned.) We were pooped—champagne, late nights, cake, laughs, movies, chocolate, and shopping. The fun things girls do!

So with minimal coaxing, we each took a turn answering. My reply was Englebert as I thought he seemed sexier and Tom was wilder. My other friends picked Tom. Guess they were wilder!

Then my friend tossed out this question: Write the opening paragraph of a book, using the word window.

Panic set in. I am not a spontaneous writer. And if I had some spontaneity, I wanted it to be stellar. So the others—thankfully—went first, giving me time to try to pull something together. My turn came, and all eyes rotated to me. Yikes! I still had nothing. Nothing nothing. So I shrugged.
My friend said that I could write something the following week and email it. Put on the spot, I agreed because I knew my galpals: they would hold me to it.

Two days later after I’d mega cleaned my house because my men had trashed it, I found a bit of time to sit and try. Hands poised over the keyboard, I thought and wrote the word window. Then came:

A blinding red-white, red-white strobe, reflected in my brand new Wrangler’s rearview mirror, seized my attention. The police. I tossed my hands skyward, ready to surrender. I shouldn’t have been too surprised.

I liked that—a lot. So I kept picking and piddling and editing and revising and lo and behold, I had eight chapters. Ohmygolly! But what does one do with eight chapters?

I phoned my game friend and asked her to lunch. I explained what I’d done and how I felt and here you go. Panic and surprised washed over her face, but she took the disc and went home.

Two days later, she was back, returning my disc. She said two words, “Keep going.”

I was shocked. But I did. And finished. And learned. And grew. I busted boundaries I’d locked inside of me for a very long time.

When my son was small, Handsome and I had visited a secondhand bookstore because I wanted more Dick Francis mysteries. I’d just discovered him and adored his style. Handsome asked why I liked them so. I confessed my deepest desire, “I wish I could write like him.”

I don’t write like Dick Francis, mostly because I know squat about horses. I write like me—funny and packed with emotion. That is what’s in Temporarily Employed.

And with great glee, my friend is taking all the credit.


Has a friend ever prompted you to pursue a secret desire?

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Vicki Batman
Sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction
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Friday, September 19, 2014

The Winding Path to Becoming a Writer

As with most authors, “becoming a writer” didn’t happen overnight for me. There has been a lot of patience, hard work, and unexpected twists in my life path, to get here. Now that I am here, I find being a good writer is a moving target. I’m constantly striving to improve, to stretch myself, and hone my craft.

I have always loved stories. As a child, even before I could write words, I drew pictures to make stapled, construction paper books. Once I learned to read and write, there was no stopping me. I joyfully read aloud to anyone who would listen, memorized fables and myths to retell, and began writing my own creations.

At sixteen I tried my hand at becoming a novelist. I almost finished that first one, before teenage life distracted me, and I put it away. It’s just as well, as the writing was not great. Over the following years I tried twice more. In my mid-twenties I managed to complete my first fully-realized book, an epic-fantasy adventure.

In the meantime, I got married, had a child, got divorced, went back to school as a single mom, got remarried, and became a teacher. Needless to say, there wasn’t much time in all that for writing. I managed to complete some short stories, a few of which got published in literary journals.

I enjoyed teaching art and special education both. It was a deeply satisfying career, though the writing urge still nipped at my heels. During breaks in the school year I would dabble, even starting another two novels, before realizing I just didn’t have the time to complete them. Teaching, (even more so with special needs students) is an all-consuming occupation. Especially if you love it, as I did.

Three years ago, my health gave out. It was partly a result of overworking and also being exposed to so many cold and flu bugs. I spent my last teaching year struggling against a series of viruses. This triggered an auto-immune reaction in my body. I became seriously ill, so much so I could barely get out of bed, for weeks on end. In time I was diagnosed with auto-immune thyroiditis and chronic fatigue syndrome.

With the help of an excellent specialist, (I will be grateful to her forever), I have learned how to manage my condition. I have regained a portion of my earlier health, though I still function within challenging constraints. One of the limitations is that I can no longer teach.

Giving up my work with children was painful, but I began to recognize a new path was opening. With my medical condition, I have to work at something with flexible hours, and preferably from home. It just so happens my bliss, my life-long passion, WRITING, fit the need perfectly.

Once I saw writing as a profession, rather than a hobby, things began to happen. In the fall of 2013, I sold the first book of a fantasy/romance trilogy, Dragon Clan, to The Wild Rose Press. The novel, Dragon Wife, released August 2014, and the second, Dragon Warrior should release by early 2015.

It has been an exciting time, leaping into the world of publishing, with so much to learn and so much to do. I love being able to share my stories. I have ideas for many more, and now I will have the time and means to write them. It is a blessing for which I will never stop being thankful.

Diana Green
http://www.dianagreenbooks.com

Thursday, September 11, 2014

He's back in Lobster Cove....

Another Man's Son

by: Glenys O'Connell


Kathryn Morgan broke Ben Asher's heart when he returned from military service in Afghanistan to find she'd married her boss, wealthy banker Ket Morgan Jr.

Ben vowed he’d never return to Lobster Cove but now, seven years later, he is back as an undercover FBI agent sworn to expose the Morgan family’s criminal activities. Will his vow to bring down the notorious Morgans extend to the woman he still loves?

When Kathryn’s son is kidnapped, she is forced to swallow her pride and reveal the secret of another man's son. Can Ben protect Kathryn and her son from Ket and his sinister friends, or will old hurts and secrets destroy them all?

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 180
Word Count:45900
978-1-62830-618-7    Paperback
978-1-62830-619-4      Digital

Excerpt:

He should have known she’d come to see him. Women like her treated men like something they’d wipe off the soles of their shoes. Once a man got them out from under his skin, they ran back to try and get that old itch scratched again.

He schooled his expression to show none of these thoughts as five minutes later one of the deputies, Roy Webb, showed a pale-faced Kathryn into the office. Ben thanked the deputy, then silently indicated that Kathryn should sit on one of the hard, uncomfortable visitor chairs before returning to the file he was reading. Or pretending to read—the sight of her took his breath away, and he watched her covertly from under his brows. Dark rings under her eyes accentuated her paleness. She was thinner than he remembered, dressed in an expensive designer suit in a pale oyster color that accentuated her pale skin and luminous green eyes. Her features had matured and she had developed a poise that suited her. The pretty girl he had known had become a stunningly beautiful woman.

Finally, when he could put it off no longer, Ben signed his name with a flourish, placed the paperwork back into its file, and dropped it in his out basket. He leaned back in his chair, met her direct gaze, and asked, “What can I do for you, Mrs. Morgan?”


Something flickered across her face at his tone, at the slight emphasis on her married title. She pushed back a stray lock of hair with fingers that shook a little, but her voice was even as she replied. “I’ve come to you because I need help, Ben.”

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Wednesday, September 03, 2014

My Desk is Where Magic Happens


My desk is nestled in a corner where my back is to the rest of the room, and I can gaze out a window. My desk is where magic happens. Every time I sit down, I escape into an unknown world and write the whisperings of my heart.

On my desk, I have reminders of the three little boys I love. The seal beanie baby is just like the one I gave my youngest nephew a couple of years ago for Christmas. He takes his everywhere, so I leave mine on my desk. Whenever I see it, I think of him. My oldest nephew gave me the green Power Ranger to put on my desk to fight writer's block. Lastly, the Green Bay Packers little football dude (my favorite team) is from my god son. These three souvenirs stay on my desk at all times!

During each holiday of the year, I get creative with my desk, so it never looks the same. I especially love to create a haunted desk for Halloween! The wall behind my desk also changes frequently. The new project I am writing is set in San Francisco, so I put up a map of California and a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge.

You may also find one of my four adopted cats sleeping between the screen and keyboard. I call them my writing buddies because they like to keep me company during my writing jaunts.

My career begins at my desk, where I am sitting right now, because this is where I can bring my dreams to life. The entire world is at my fingertips here.

Chrys Fey's eBook, Hurricane Crimes, was published by The Wild Rose Press. They will also be publishing her novella, 30 Seconds, September 10th 2014. Her flash fiction has appeared in Suspense Magazine, Freedom Fiction Journal, and Inner Sins magazine. Her blog, Write with Fey, is dedicated to helping and inspiring writers.

Blog: http://www.writewithfey.blogspot.com
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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

In the questions in love and death, where does the truth lie?

Entangled Love by Cait Jarrod
Caitjarrod.com


Available on Ebook, Print, and Audio
Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/mainc ... rs_id=1172
Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00KLLIJQA
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Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/entangl ... 0149385232
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/entang ... 9113?mt=11


Blurb:
Emma James is on a mission to rebuild her life after the loss of her husband. When her childhood friend offers an innocent getaway to Santa Monica, she accepts thinking fun in the sun will be a great way to start fresh.
Retired professional skateboarder, Ryan Cross is a gorgeous, lovable, ladies’ man. With two skateboard parks and a fat bank account, he’s on top of his game. What could make him happier?
The love of his childhood friend.
Chaos and life-threatening obstacles have Ryan investigating Emma’s husband's death. When he discovers handwritten notes made by her late husband, he learns some friends can't be trusted. They will stop at nothing to get what they want, including putting Emma’s life in danger.

Reviews:
“WOW, you have to read this book! Cait Jarrod holds her readers by the throat, shakes, and confuses them, and just when you THINK figure out who did it, she throws you a curveball!!”
~Amazon reviewer

“ENTANGLED LOVE is a cunning story that leads you on a thrill of a chase to see who’s deceived who, and who will end up capturing Emma’s heart. Fast paced, lots of steam, full of quirky you won’t soon forget, nor is it one you’ll be able to put down.”
~DC Stone, award winning romantic suspense author

“Cait Jarrod’s latest novel has the mandatory sexy hero, strong heroine and great action. Add witty dialogue and loveable side characters with unexpected plot twists and you have another winner. ENTANGLED LOVE is a must-read for every HEA fan in Romantic Suspense. ”
~Aubrey Wynne, author

“Cait Jarrod has created a complicated world of secrets and intrigue that will keep the reader glued to the page. As each secret reveals, the story gets more complex instead of less until everything intertwines and wraps together at the end for a satisfying conclusion. This makes for a fun beach read, keeping you guessing and invested in the characters.”
~Katie O’Sullivan, author

“This book was so well written with many surprising twists that you won’t want to put it down because you will want to find out what happens next and what new characters will show up. Entangled Love impressed me in having everything! It has action, romance, humor and drama.

The characters are extremely well developed so you can’t help but like them. I especially liked Ryan. What a guy! Not only was he attractive and successful in his business, but was kind and compassionate. Perfect! The secondary characters added a lot to the suspense but Ryan’s butler, Niles, was hysterical! I liked that not all the characters were good guys. Warren was very bad, but this, again, helped the story be so interesting.”
~Amazon reviewer


Interview with Ryan Cross:
Today, I’m speaking with retired skateboarder, Ryan Cross to see if he’d be willing to be the hero of my upcoming book, Entangled Love.
We agreed to meet at a quaint bar not far from his home. Rudy’s, a log building with surrounding acreage, the structure looks like it belongs in the country instead of the metropolis of Los Angeles. Several tables are full. I decide to sit at the bar.
A barrel-chested man walks over to me and places a cocktail napkin on the counter. “Hello, there.” A smile stretches across his face. The man looks more like a football player than a bartender. Despite his overwhelming size, he makes me feel welcome and lessens the nervousness I always feel before asking someone if they want to open up their life for the world to read.
“What may I get you?”
I’m thinking beer, but would wine be more appropriate? Maybe I shouldn’t drink at all? Heck, who am I kidding? I’d love a beer. “Blue Moon, thank you.”
“Put her beer on my tab. I’d like a Corona,” a baritone voice booms from behind me.
A golden-haired man with intriguing green eyes stretches out his hand. “Ryan Cross.”
The bartender, standing a few inches taller than Ryan, eyes him, nods, and walks away without responding.
I accept Ryan’s hand. “Cait Jarrod. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“You, too.”
The bartender returns with the order and places the drinks in front of us before moving to help another customer, still not speaking. Odd.
“So, you want to do a story about me?”
“Yes. I’ve read about you on the internet, see that you have skateboarding parks and you do charity work.”
“Is that all you’ve read?”
I wonder if he’s referring to the multiple pictures of him with different women. “Just about, yes.”
He hesitates, so I add, “I thought you’d be the perfect hero for an upcoming book – a charming, generous athlete who gives back to his community. Perfect.”
The bartender scuffs and pushes through the swinging doors.
“Didn’t you say the story was for a romance?”
I hadn’t decided on a specific category, maybe contemporary or romantic suspense. My fingers will decide as the story develops. No matter what, the plot will be an engaging love story. “Yes, romance.”
He laughs. “You haven’t seen the photos on the internet. No woman is pictured with me twice.” He pauses, wipes his face, and swallows some beer. “Almost no one.”
I saw the images of him and a beautiful, blue-eyed blonde. She’s gorgeous enough to be an actress while having the down-home presence of being your best friend. Someone you’d instantly like.
The expression on his face stops me from inquiring more. “There’s always hope,” I say tongue and cheek. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
He raised a hand. “No. No worries.
I cringe. The conversation isn’t going in the direction I want it to. “Yes, but I didn’t mean to imply.”
He sighed. “The thing is you’re right.”
“Then I have your permission?”
“You do. I just hope you get the story you’re after.”
I let out a breath. For a minute, I thought he’d say no. I have my next story. “Thank you.”

Releasing soon: Triple Jeopardy

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Catch Me If You Can in Lobster Cove

Lobster Cove is a fictional small town on the coast of Maine. It is quaint and quirky with a colorful history, a friendly population of charming residents, and a vibrant tourist business. It is home to research scientists and small shop owners, grumpy cops and sassy chefs. Back in the day, it was a bustling fishing town and home to many immigrants, from both the state cabins and the lowest decks.


The bodies of three missing women are found in Lobster Cove. Sheriff Lynn Lawton has no leads, and not enough staff to handle the investigation.  When help arrives in the form of FBI Special Agent Jake Mackenzie, more than Lynn's job is at stake.

Jake never understood what happened between himself and Lynn fifteen years ago.  To him, it was more than a summer romance.  He loved her deeply, but she let him go to pursue his dream career in law enforcement. Now he's returned to sell his family's vacation home and cut his ties to Lobster Cove for good.

Will Lynn be able to keep him from learning the secret she's hidden from an entire town, or will Jake unwittingly leave her and their love behind a second time?


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Rating: Sweet
Page Count: 134
Word Count: 31900
978-1-62830-507-4   Digital

Excerpt:

Her eyes stopped on a tall, dark-haired man striding through the crowd with a confidence she remembered all too well. Her heart stopped. When he got to the rope, he lifted it, then looked at her as he came her way. Her deputy tried to stop him. When the man held up an ID, Luther stepped back.

She took a ragged breath. Her fists clenched at her side as he headed straight at her.

He couldn’t be here. Not now. Not ever. He was part of her past. He’d made sure of that.

It took him a minute to get to her. She spent every second willing her heart to still, her anger to subside. His ID was still in his hand. He was working out of the New York office, but she didn’t want him to know she knew that. Or that she looked him up at odd hours of the night when she couldn’t sleep.

“How did you manage to get this case?” she asked when he came within hearing distance.

“Lucky, I guess.”

If her heart had hammered before it was nothing compared to what it was doing now. It thundered in her chest until she could barely take a breath.

Of all the people in the world, the one she never wanted to see again stood in front of her, a polite smile frozen on his lips, questions in his deep blue eyes. He was bigger than when she knew him. Except for the few lines around his eyes, fifteen-plus years looked good on him.

She took a long silent breath. Jake Mackenzie had broken her heart years ago. How would she get through this without him uncovering more than a killer?


She broke out in a cold sweat that had nothing to do with the corpse at her feet.

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Friday, August 15, 2014

Jai Elle Mitchell: Author Spotlight - Kai Elle Wheeler

Jai Elle Mitchell: Author Spotlight - Kai Elle Wheeler: I'm going in a new direction, well for this week. On my facebook page Buy the Series , I've published several reviews. So this week,...