First, I apologize for the sudden influx of posts from me. I normally don't post, but I've had lots of news lately. I just received my first review, and as you can see from the title of this post, it was a good one. I wanted to share this. As many of you know, it's a long road to getting published, and there's a lot of anxiety once you do. For me, my two biggest fears have been poor sales and bad reviews. I don't know anything about sales yet, but at least for now, one fear has been lessened.
Hadn’t know I’d created one until I read the new December Realms of Fantasy magazine. There’s a great article by SatyrPhil Brucato, and isn’t that a great name? He traces demon lovers from historical figures to modern fiction, Lord Byron to Edward Cullen. Easy to recognize Graham in DEJA VU LOVER fitting right in with that group.
The fifth Mudflat book, my current work-in-progress, also has a demon lover, and this time I knew that’s what he was but I wasn’t sure how to describe him. Or how he would react to events. Again, ROF to the rescue!
You know it, that moment. That moment when your eyes fall upon your true hearts desire and you know you'll be forever changed... Come visit my blog to hear about my husband's true love...and it isn't me.
I’m a sucker for a nail biting suspense with a love story woven in. Good think I’m lucky enough to know some talented writers who can help me feed my helpless addiction. *Grin* Please help me give a warm welcome to Romantic Suspense Author Misty Evans as she as she guest blogs today on my site. nanamalone.com/blog.
We have a new review for our Civil War romance anthology, Northern Roses and Southern Belles. Long and Short Romance Reviews gave our book 4.5 books!
To quote the reviewer, "I think all of the authors did a great job with this anthology and so did the editors. I felt like I was involved in every story, I felt like I could smell the flowers and taste the crisp air. I felt the emotions the characters were feeling. It's a great anthology that any historical fan will love."
Romance Junkies gave my historical romance, Confederate Rose, 4 ribbons!
To quote reviewer, Suzie Housley, "... Blended with a well developed romance, this historical is one that will grab hold of your heart and tear at your emotions. I highly recommend this charming historical..."
The organizers of the Emerald City Writer Conference and Book Fair in Bellevue, WA, ordered books and set up tables for 50 authors last weekend! Amazing! I sat next to Rosemary Jones, author of Forgotten Realms titles: City of the Dead and Crypt of the Moaning Diamond. I signed my book, Deja Vu Lover. An editor of TheWildRosePress was there and took my picture with my book. Wow! Felt like a celebrity!
There were a few left over, so I signed the remaining copies of Deja Vu Lover and they will be available at University Book Store, Bellevue branch, 888-335-7323 -- they ship anywhere. Also, I tucked a matching bookmark into each copy. Want a bookmark? Check out my webpage for my email address.
This Saturday 10/10 I'll be visiting my Dallas buddy Vicki Batman's blog all day, beginning 10 am. Stop by to chat about books, handbags, your kids chemistry homework (just kidding) and of course, writing. http://vickibatman.blogspot.com/
And Next Saturday 10/17, I'll be interviewed by Book talk and giving away two e-book copies of MELTDOWN at BOOK TALK. http://booksbypickles.blogspot.com/ I hope you can stop by. I'll be discussing my writing process and the sequel to MELTDOWN, LOVE LIKE YOU'RE DYING, and other crazy stuff. See you then. Love and Peace, Susan
Well, not totally frozen yet, though we have had a couple of overnight frosts. Past time to bring the tomatoes in; we had two red ones this year. Whoo-hoo! I'm afraid that's more a comment on my gardening skills than the climate. Lucky for us, I put more time into my editing than into the garden.
I'm a grammar-, spelling-, punctuation-Nazi from way back. I have to constantly remind myself that not everyone shares my passion for the minutiae and arcana of the English language. I feel incredibly privileged to be allowed to indulge my editing vocation and paranormal avocation at the same time. Talk about a dream job!
This month the Black Rose editors and authors are dispatching from the dark side. Stay tuned for everything you ever wanted to know about spooky beasties, All Hallows Eve traditions, and how to ward off the fangity critters out there. As well as garlic and silver, I've heard that rowan berries and red thread are helpful. But I've yet to learn how to tie up a werewolf with the red thread. Or maybe it's for flossing those fangs?
It's October and that means all paranormal books and stories at The Wild Rose Press will be discounted the whole month. And that includes my Civil War vampire story, Eternity Waits. If you haven't already read this story, here's the opening scene.
North of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania July 1, 1863
Caleb Weathers tensed at a rustle behind him. He swung his Enfield rifle in the general direction. A hoot, followed by the flutter of wings left him staring into the wide-eyed gaze of a Barn owl. When the bird took flight, he breathed a sigh of relief. The scents of pine and fetid soil calmed him a bit.
The thickness of the forest made him all too aware of how vulnerable he was to attack despite the weight of his weapon. Caleb sensed a presence behind him. He broke into a sweat and the hairs on the nape of his neck rose. He whirled and aimed the barrel at the form that appeared out of nowhere.
“Who are you?” he asked. “Where’d ya come from?”
The woman smiled. Blood-red lips and luminous blue eyes captured his gaze. Her raven hair glinted in the moonlight.
“I am Alexandra.” Her low, throaty voice held a guttural accent.
What is a beautiful woman doing in camp alone in the dead of night? She couldn’t be up to any good. And yet, as he watched her, a thrill of anticipation raced through him. Something about her seemed familiar. A memory he couldn’t quite reach.
He swallowed. “You’d best skedaddle, ma’am. You can’t come through camp without a pass.”
“I came for you, my darling.” With one fluid motion, she moved closer.
He cocked his rifle. “Stop right there.”
Her exquisite lips drew into a pout. “I would never harm you, Dimitri.”
At the sound of the name an eerie sensation swept over him.
“Who the hell is Dimitri?” he asked. “My name’s Caleb.”
Starting Monday, I'll be busy at my blog with contests, contests, contests. But polish up on your racing knowledge if you want to play along! I'm keeping score as well -- the person with the most correct answers at the end of the week will win an autographed copy.
McCleery Racing didn’t become a Thoroughbred racing powerhouse by betting on longshots. Maddie McCleery made it a multi-million dollar player through hard work, logical decisions, and a commitment to never involve herself with men who lived on the sport of kings. But when she sets her sights on a two-year-old colt her rival owns, she never imagines the lengths she’ll go to, to bring the future champion home.
Riley Jennings wants unobtainable Maddie almost more than the Triple Crown. After his Kentucky Derby win, however, he sees a way to sure-fire victory. His proposed wager stacks the odds in his favor – if her horse wins the Preakness, he’ll accept her terms. If his horse comes in first, they’ll negotiate his way.
When the dust settles on the wire, will love claim final victory, or will unexpected tragedy stop them in the gates?
The smoldering look behind those bright green eyes had nothing to do with any horse and everything to do with passion.
At length, Riley began to chuckle. “Maddie, Maddie, Maddie.” He shook his head, amused despite his painful discomfort. “I can’t sell him for three hundred thousand. And, while I promise you, making love to you would be worth three times that, I’m not going to sell him that way.”
Her look of disappointment only further provoked his humor. He leaned forward, sampling her mouth again. It took less than a heartbeat to bring her back into his arms and elicit her fiery response. Horse or no horse, Maddie McCleery wanted him. As much as he wanted her.
Sliding his lips closer to that tempting earring once more, he murmured, “You like a good wager, don’t you?”
Her throaty laugh sent another rush of desire racing through his veins. “Of course.”
Suckling at her dainty earlobe, he took it between his teeth and tugged gently, desperately trying to ignore the catch in her breathing. “I’ll make you a bet then.”
She spread her hand across his abdomen, sliding it upward to flatten it against his chest. “What kind of bet?”
"The kind where we both win in one way or the other."