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,...

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Character Interview with Beth Kennedy by Chrys Fey

Chrys: For this interview I will silence the pounding rains and still the gale force wind to talk to Beth Kennedy, the heroine of Hurricane Crimes.

Hurricane Sabrina is a category 5 beast, so, first, I want to see how you’re fairing, Beth.

Beth: I guess you could say I’m fairing. Considering. It is nasty outside! I don’t think my house is going to last much longer. Pine trees are falling down, and mailboxes and stop signs are being ripped out of the ground. I wish I could see outside but all of my windows are tightly boarded. For all I know, my house is the last one standing on the block!

Chrys: What did you do to prepare for the hurricane?

Beth: I boarded up all the windows, a precaution I wish I had been more liberal about, but I can’t change that now. I also stocked up on water, snacks and first-aid kit supplies, which came in handy because both of us have needed patching up.

Chrys: Um . . . both?

Beth: Oh yeah! I’m not alone anymore. I risked life and limb, literally, to save a man who may yet kill me.

Chrys: Why in the world would he kill you?

Beth: Because he probably is a murderer! And we’re trapped together. Nothing good ever comes out of being stuck with a stranger in conditions like this.

Chrys: Can you tell us about him? Whoever he is?

Beth: His name is Donovan Goldwyn. I don’t know much about him right now, but I suppose I can give you a description. He has chocolate-brown hair and violet eyes. The combination is powerful. Then when you add his great body into the mix, you have a triple threat. He’s mysterious, hot and athletic, which makes him lethal. A killer can easily disguise his dark side with good looks.

Chrys: Where is Donovan?

Beth: In the kitchen getting ice for my shoulder, so keep your voice down! He doesn’t know I’m talking to you.

Chrys: *whispers* Despite your claim that he’s dangerous, and a danger to you, it sounds like you find him attractive.

Beth: If I didn’t find him attractive, I’d question my sanity. Actually . . . since I think he’s a killer and I find him attractive maybe I should be questioning my sanity.

Chrys: Well, I guess it’s time for a change of subject. If tonight were a normal Friday night, what would you be doing?

Beth: I’d be having a cocktail with a few of my friends from my self-defense classes. They are an amazing bunch. Then I’d come home, take a bubble bath, and relax in bed while penning a poem or two about my day.

Chrys: Sounds great. And if you were on a date with a certain someone with violet eyes, what would it be like?

Beth: *squints suspiciously* I don’t like what you’re hinting at, but I’ll play along. My ideal date would be a fun beach day. Sun, salty waves and scantily-clad bodies—What more could you want when you live in Florida?

Chrys: Because I hear Donovan returning I’ll ask one last question. Do you have any regrets?

Beth: Right now, I have a ton of them! I regret not finding some way to leave Florida. I regret rescuing Donovan even though I would’ve regretted it if I didn’t. And I regret the kiss.

Chrys: Kiss. What kiss?!

Beth: Oh, no! You said the regret question would be the last one.

Chrys: And that is my current regret. Thank you for your time, Beth, and I wish you the best of luck with Hurricane Sabrina . . . and Donovan.

Beth: Thanks, I’ll need it!


Chrys Fey's eBook, Hurricane Crimes, was published by The Wild Rose Press. They will also be publishing her novella, 30 Seconds, on September 10th. 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
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com.chrysfey

Monday, August 11, 2014

A Novel Adventure by: Robena Grant

Do you like to walk the terrain of your book? To me there is nothing quite like exploring the location and setting for a novel. I like to capture the sounds, smells, and the local dialect. Come on along with me and explore the setting for my romantic suspense: Gone Tropical.

It’s the northernmost part of Queensland, Australia, or what the Aussie’s call it: Far North. If you fly into Cairns international airport you’ll then drive north to the fascinating Daintree rainforest, Cape Tribulation, and on to historic Cooktown. Go even further north you’ll get to Cape York Peninsula. This is called The Tip. It’s a stone’s throw from Papua New Guinea.

As you travel up the coast from Cairns, The Great Barrier Reef and its gorgeous islands will be to the east, inland there’s the Atherton Tableland, and further west the outback. My Aussie siblings, and my mom, stayed with me at an isolated lodge in the rainforest. It’s fabulous country where cell phones don’t often work, some roads require a 4WD, it’s hot and steamy and you’ll almost always need a hat. Insects, snakes, flies, jelly fish, stingrays, crocodiles, mosquitos, and an odd cyclone or two might stir your imagination. I know they all stirred mine. What an adventure. A perfect place to put a young American woman tracking a thieving ex-husband, and a P.I. sent to protect her.

If you’re looking for a romantic setting to warm your heart, and your toes, curl up with this romantic suspense/adventure and fall a little bit in love with Jake Turner. : ) Available as an eBook in all formats, and in print (not Jake, just the book.) http://amzn.com/B00HJE3UAC

But first, lunch:

Robena Grant
www.robenagrant.com


Monday, August 04, 2014

Welcome to 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.


Our First release, Juelle's Legacy is available today.

  After an accident puts Juelle McClintock’s husband, Sebastian, in a coma, she’s left to care for her small daughter on her own—and to deal with the guilt over her plan to divorce him. When Juelle is faced with the decision of whether to remove his life support, her grief-stricken mother-in-law calls her a murderer. Matters become more complicated when Hunter McClintock arrives in town, claiming to be Sebastian’s half-brother.

Hunter McClintock is summoned from Hawaii for the reading of his father’s will—a father he never knew. Despite his qualms of dredging up bitter emotions, he goes to Lobster Cove, Maine, and walks head-first into a hornet’s nest, and a beautiful, sexy, grieving widow who is married to his half-brother.

An unexpected stipulation is revealed at the reading of the Will, and Hunter and Juelle are faced with decisions that will alter their destinies. Will Juelle’s legacy complicate her life further, or lead to the contentment and love she deserves?



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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

My Novel with a Twenty year Gestation period by: Gail MacMillan

I've always been fascinated by the history of my region of Northern New Brunswick. After writing two history books about the area and numerous magazine articles, I decided I had to capture the area's colorful past in fiction. I set out to tell the story of what happened to the Miramichi Valley when, in the 1840's , steamships were rapidly replacing the graceful windjammers, the construction of which was a major industry for residents. I'd barely begun my epic when I returned to 9 to 5 work to help support the family. Then I embarked on getting my university degree. And along the way, I still managed to write several hundred magazine articles and stories as well as three less ambitious romance novels.

Finally I graduated from university the same year that my eldest daughter received her degree in education. Not satisfied, I went on to do post graduate work at the University of Western Ontario in expository and narrative writing. Through it all I kept working on the labor of love that was my historical epic.

Eventually it was finished and I sent it off to an agent. She didn't reply for some time but months later sent a note saying she'd taken the novel to England because she thought a publisher there might be a fit. When it wasn't, she abandoned the manuscript. A second agent was enthusiastic at the start but eventually vanished, manuscript and all. Discouraged, I put the manuscript in a drawer.

Some years later I began working with editors at The Wild Rose Press. I mentioned my abandoned manuscript to one of them and she asked to see it. Now it had been written largely in pre-computer days so that meant I had to re-type all 150,000 words into e-mailable form. I'm nothing if not determined so I set to the task. Months and several severe edits later, my story finally appeared under the title of "Shadows of Love."

It had been twenty years start to finish and I'm not sure I'd have the stamina to do it all again. But I am happy to see finally out in the light of day.

Gail MacMillan
http://www.gailmacmillan.ca
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Beth Kennedy’s Diary Entry by Chrys Fey

Dear whoever may find this,

I am writing in case I don’t survive. Whether I die by Hurricane Sabrina’s windy hands or by Donovan Goldwyn’s strong hands is the question, but I am not taking any chances. You see, I saved Donovan’s life, putting myself at risk, and I didn’t exactly walk away from that unscathed, but I still have my life. For now.

I was fooled by Donovan’s violet eyes, but a murderer’s eyes can be any color. There is no proof that he’s a killer, there is no proof that he’s not. And every fiber of my self-defense-instructor-being is telling me to run. RUN! But I can’t. Hurricane Sabrina is waiting for me outside, banging at the doors and windows like an intruder trying to get into my house. So I am trapped with a man who can kill me at any given moment.

And yet . . . those eyes. I look into them and I can feel them prying apart my carefully crafted walls. Donovan is handsome. He is alluring. He is intense. And we are stuck together.

Anyway, if you find this and I am dead then look at the two suspects: Hurricane Sabrina and Donovan Goldwyn.

-Beth

Hurricane Crimes Blurb:

After her car breaks down, Beth Kennedy is forced to stay in Florida, the target of Hurricane Sabrina. She stocks up supplies, boards up windows, and hunkers down to wait out the storm, but her plan unravels when she witnesses a car accident. Risking her life, she braves the winds to save the driver. Just when she believes they are safe, she finds out the man she saved could possibly be more dangerous than the severe weather.

Donovan Goldwyn only wanted to hide from the police, but the hurricane shoved his car into a tree. Now he's trapped with a beautiful woman while the evidence that can prove his innocence to a brutal crime is out there for anyone to find.

As Hurricane Sabrina wreaks havoc, Beth has no other choice but to trust Donovan to stay alive. But will she survive, or will she become another hurricane crime?

Chrys Fey
http://www.facebook.com/chrysfey
http://www.writewithfey.blogspot.com
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Friday, July 18, 2014

Why I Write by Kevin V Symmons

People who know I came from a successful business career often ask me this question.  The easiest way to begin is to answer in the reverse. I do not write to gain fame and riches though I would love to have a New York Times number one best-seller and the royalties and adulation it would bring. I do not write so that I can hobnob with the cool kids or the inside sanctum of the literati. I do not write so I can talk on national TV with Matt Lauer or Oprah... Don't misunderstand me all those things would be great fun and I have no lack of ego so they would admittedly be gratifying. I have had the good fortune to be successful in my pre-writing life so putting words to paper does not feed the kids or pay the mortgage. I don't write to earn a living.

So then—you're asking by now why do you spend thousands of hours brooding over a novel crafting it till you're satisfied it's a piece worthy of sending to your readers?

The answer is patently simple... I love telling stories and (hopefully) the enjoyment they bring. I always have. I am a baby-boomer and grew up on folklore of WWII so I wrote my first short story about PT boats when I was twelve. I was enough of a nerd and a mediocre athlete so I toiled over the school paper while others wore the highly coveted school letter on their jackets.

I had the great good fortune to have emotive, enthusiastic English teachers in high school and at the undergraduate collegiate level who pushed and prodded me to the limit, bless them. Life, the military, and my growing family precluded any idea of seriously pursuing writing as anything other than a pastime or part of my job, but I always joked that someday I would write a great American novel knowing it had been done more than once. 

I had the good fortune to leave my business early and low and behold though it took many false starts, rejections, and the bolstering loyalty of supportive family, friends, and fellow authors, after several years my long dormant dream became a reality when I got what's referred to in publishing as "the call!"

And though I write slowly, I've averaged about a novel a year over the last five. Three have been published, two have been Amazon best-sellers and my debut novel was a finalist in a prestigious awards competition.

So why do I continue? Well... though I haven't had that date on the Today show yet I have achieved some recognition, made so many wonderful writing friends I've lost track, helped to run a respected writing organization, and even taught creative writing at the junior college level.

And though I am not Mary Higgins Clark or John Grisham I have had my share of rewarding "fan" encounters. I could go on, but I hope you get my point. I began this journey because I loved telling my stories and somewhere along the line it seemed that those who read my work liked them, too.

Part of it is ego. Everyone who crafts a story and asks another to read it feels he/she has something worthy of telling. But much of it is simply the enjoyment of discovering that some readers out there have enjoyed our work enough that it gave them pleasure and perhaps a respite from this fast-paced, chaotic, often frustrating world.

Matt and Oprah... eat your hearts out. NY Times book editors I have not thrown in the towel but for now, I'm happy doing what I do. Perhaps we'll have a date sometime in the future...

Enjoy this spectacular summer!

Kevin V. Symmons
Author of Solo