Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I was brought up in Britain, where we remember war heroes on Remembrance
Day in November and wear artificial poppies. I was pleased to be able to "wear" a poppy icon in exchange for a donation, on my Facebook page.
I'm not doing anything particular today (my husband is watching the Monaco Grand Prix in the morning, and Indy this afternoon).
However, on Saturday 17th, I put on a book-raiser on Armed Forces Day on one of my special occasion internetvoicesradio.com shows, and several RomVets joined me. Our goal was to increase awareness of, and book donations to, Lynn Hardy's efforts with dedicatedtoourdefenders.org Lynn collects new or gently used books to send to servicemen and women stationed overseas, because they are desperate for entertainment during their down time.
RomVets are approximately 74 Romance authors who are also veterans of
any of the armed services. The most fascinating (to me) discussion was
with Cindy Dees who flew corporate-sized jets to take generals around
the country, including to the White House.
We all shared Cindy's amusement that a Lieutenant Colonel in the
basement of the White House had to read the romance novels that Cindy
wrote while she was serving, in order to make sure that she hadn't
inadvertently revealed any national secrets!
RomVets who joined me were, Lynn Hardy, Cindy Dees, Lise Fuller, Larissa Ione, Ashley Ladd. Terry Spear, Susan Grant, and Teresa D'Amario would have joined in but had other commitments.
Today (in Michigan) the weather is suddenly warm after a Spring that has seemed unusually cool. I hope everyone has good weather and stays safe for the cook-outs and swimming, and whatever else you have planned for this holiday weekend.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Welcome to CHOOSE A HUNK SATURDAY. Which one(s) do you like and for what - hero, friend or villain? Peruse the young studs. Now take a peek at the gray buzz cut with the stethoscope.
Here's another gorgeous man.
And another and another. So many to choose from! Interestingly, however, I found only one blond, blue-eyed hunk on iStockphoto.
If you've read my books, which would you guess is my favorite?
They're all luscious, aren't they? Yum! Make your choice, people.
Carolina Valdez - Where passion unlocks the sweet ecstasies of love
Amber Heat April Best Seller - WOMAN IN BLACK LACE
The Romance Studio is having its first TRS Diva Contest, and I’m competing. I’m not an opera singer nor do I think I’m high strung *G* though my kids and hubby may differ.
I refer to my kitty as Diva Kitty all the time. Yes, she definitely thinks she’s a goddess. I think it’s a part of being a cat. Cats have that inner flair that gives them confidence, no matter what else is going on
Writers, for the most part, live a lonely existence. We sit and we pound on the keyboard, talking to our characters and living in the worlds we create. Lots of fun, but some of us don’t get out much. I once heard an author describe a writing conference as a bunch of introverts trying to pretend they are extroverts for a few days. We’re not like opera singers in that we don’t advertise ourselves out there on stage, fully in front of an audience.
I’ll admit, I thought the TRS Diva Contest sounded like fun. It’s why I chose to put my hat in the ring. It was a challenge to put myself out there and say “Look at me! Look at me!” Which I’ve had trouble learning to do as an author.
No matter where I place in the rounds, I’m definitely finding my inner diva. That confidence that comes from within because, so far, it's been a lot of fun. Maybe I’ll find that inner flair, too, before I’m eliminated in the contest rounds.
To vote in Round 2 of the contest.
Mechele Armstrong aka Lany of Melany Logen
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Back in 2002, when I quit my job to write a novel, I used my oldest friend’s name in my first book at her request. We’d been friends since middle school and I love her to death, so I never thought twice about which character ended up with her name. My friend – we’ll call her B – had an unusual name, one of those Southern last-names-for-first-names kinds of things. While HOT VISIONS was a single title, I had three stories total planned about three friends who had psychic powers. I named B one of the three without really thinking through which one. The women all had quirks. They were part of a Survivor’s Club, using friendship and ultimately love to overcome their issues. You can’t exactly overcome stuff unless you’ve got some room to grow.
But while I saw my friend as a savvy, together, strong woman, the truth turned out to be far from that. I put B’s name on the friend who was dating an abusive guy, never thinking that my girlfriend’s marriage, which had seemed so wonderful, had turned for the worst. B’s husband hadn’t beaten her or ignored her or verbally abused her. But he couldn’t stop lying about everything, big and small. He’d dragged them into debt and lied about it until there was no more hiding. Right before my girlfriend called – not to congratulate me on my book release as I’d expected, but to tear me to pieces for casting her as the “idiot friend who had no sense when it came to men” – she found out that her husband had even lied about being a Navy Seal, buying his medals on e-bay. He’d left his job telling them he had cancer so he could get a severance package. He owed his first wife massive amounts of back child support. The list went on and on and the consequences were devastating. B’s whole life was crumbling before her eyes.
I had no idea.
I don’t blame her for not telling me. While we’d kept in touch, I’d turned inward those first years after I started writing and had become a hermit. And I’m sure she was overwhelmed and embarrassed. When she finally confided in me, it was only as an explanation for why she’d gone crazy about my book. To her, I’d put her name on that character because I thought B was a fool when it came to men. Further she felt like I named the paralegal after her (when the other two women were attorneys) because I thought she hadn’t done anything with her life. To say she felt hurt and angry would be an understatement. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking back on those early days when I wrote HOT VISIONS, and I vaguely remember putting her name on the blond friend because B has blond hair. In my own mind, she was as far away from that character as she could get.
Through this event I learned a great lesson. We never know what’s going on in the very private lives of our friends. Their deepest, darkest, most closely guarded secrets are the ones they will see in my books, because that’s human nature. When someone reads a story with a character who has their name, they will look for similarities and reasons why the author named THAT character their name. If the character is shallow, could that mean that they are shallow? Those kinds of thoughts can eat you alive. So no more naming characters real life friends’ names, even if they beg for their name to be in a book. I did put one of my old bosses in the book SECRET OBSESSION because his quirkiness was just too good to pass up, but I had a reader email to say that part of the book was unbelievable. No one would have a boss who was a national couples roller-skating dance champion…
If you’d like to read an excerpt from the books I talk about here, come on over to my website, http://www.leighwyndfield.com/ and take a peek. I sold this story to LooseID publishing after its initial printing and was able to change B’s name. When I told her, she said, “thank god!” I knew then that despite the hours of conversation where I reassured her I hadn’t thought of her when I developed that character, she’d never really believed me.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Of course along with my writing, the music I listen to is prompted by my mood.
If I'm writing something with an edge than I tend to lean towards heavy metal and angst music. In other words, I go knock on my son's door and beg to borrow something, lol. The Underworld soundtrack is also a favorite of mine while working on vampires and shape-shifters.
I do prefer instrumentals over lyrics when I'm writing certain scenes, especially dialogue. Among my top choices are Spanish guitar, Celtic harp, classical piano and violin. I never go wrong listening to Loreena McKennitt or Enya, either.
What are some of your favorites to listen to? Do you have a soundtrack to recommend? I'm always on the lookout for more to buy. For Mother's Day my son bought me the Across the Universe CD (totally love it) but it's not easy to write by -- instead I turn it up and sing along, lol.
~Ann Cory http://www.anncory.com
Friday, May 16, 2008
Jazz strolls into the room and looks around. Walking over to the dark rust colored couch she sits, kicks off her shoes then shifts until she is sitting with her legs tucked under her. Taking out her book she starts writing. A noise catches her attention. She grins as the door opens and Mikayla rushes in.
Mikayla looks at her waiting for her then flops down on the couch next to her. Stretching out Mikayla crosses her ankles and glances at her black knee high boots. Jazz bumps shoulders with her.
“I can’t believe you actually made it. How did you get Taige to agree to let you come? ” Jazz said.
“Now, you should know there wasn’t any doubt.” Mikayla paused and made a rude noise then continued. “Like I need Taige’s permission.” Flashing her a devilish grin Mikayla leans back further in the seat.
Jazz raises one eyebrow but says nothing. Mikayla starts to laugh and Jazz joins her. They calm down and Jazz closes her book.
“What ya working on?” Mikayla asks.
Jazz shifts and shrugs. “A new story.”
Mikayla snorts and rolls her eyes. “That I know. What’s it about?”
Jazz gives her look. “You really don’t want to know about my story. Why don’t you answer my question.”
“I don’t remember any question.” Mikayla whistles and looks at her nails.
“Please you very well remember.” Jazz snorts.
Mikayla continues to whistle and look at her nails.
Jazz rolls her eyes “Fine.” She repeated her question slowly. “How did you get Taige to agree to let you come?”
Mikayla sits forward her arms resting on her knees. “You’re probably writing another story about you and that hot man you got in Conquering Jazz. Ummm hmmmm Reese.” She looks at Jazz. “Kinda weird to write a book about yourself.”
“Hello, muse calling muse black. You did the same thing in Carnal Awakening.” Jazz arched an eyebrow. “Besides we’re muses and can do whatever we like.”
They laugh companionably.
“At least you got to be the same sex.” Mikayla groused.
“Yeah but … damn … Taige… made you a hot man. Mikhail.” Jazz shivered dramatically.
Mikayla whacked her on the arm. “Mikhail-“
Jazz shivered again.
“Stop that. Mikhail –“ She paused then ignored Jazz’s shivers. “was hot but still I wanted to be a kick ass woman. Damn that Taige.” Mikayla leaned back on the chair pouting.
Jazz rolled her eyes and smacked her on the arm. “Please I know you’re not upset about being made into a hot, sexy man like Mikhail. You’re just annoyed that Taige went her own way.”
She stared at Mikayla. Mikayla ignored her refusing to respond. Jazz waited her out patiently. Finally Mikayla threw her hands up in the air.
“Fine, damn it. I’m not mad just as you put it annoyed that Taige had her way.” Mikayla ran her hand through her mid back length hair. “At least since she started the series she could finish it.”
“It’s not done.” Jazz was surprised from what McKenna had told her it was.
“It’s done but Taige isn’t ready to sub it yet.” Mikayla made quotation marks with her hand. “’Let us let it sit for a little bit.’ Taige keeps telling me. Christ, she’s stubborn.” Mikayla glances at Jazz. “How do you get McKenna to do what you want anyway?”
“I don’t we learn to compromise.” Jazz laughs.
“Compromise.” Mikayla says the word with distaste.
“See that’s your problem. Compromise can work.” Jazz pokes her in the shoulder.
Mikayla pokes her back. “For you and McKenna maybe. Me and Taige have our own way and it works for us.”
“Me and McKenna ways work also. I let her think I’m going her way and then do what I want.” Jazz grins.
Mikayla bounces up and chuckles. “See I knew you were devious. Give me details.”
“Well first you get the gu-“
A loud pounding on the door made them jump. Jazz looked at the door behind them then Mikayla who had a guilty look on her face. The pounding came again.
“Mikayla you … I know you’re in there. Lemme in.” Taige Crenshaw screamed.
“What did you do?” Jazz hissed.
“Nothing.” Mikayla shrugged.
Taige continued to pound and scream. Jazz looks at Mikayla disbelieving.
“I locked her in the closet.” Mikayla grunted.
Jazz blinked “You what?”
“Well she was being unreasonable.” Mikayla said calmly.
“God, you’re priceless. First you sit on Taige to take over when you want to speak on her blog or in groups. And now the closet.” Jazz shook her head.
Jazz started to laugh. Mikayla joined her. They stopped when they heard another voice joining coming from the other door on the other side of the room.
“Jazz, you are so busted.” McKenna Jeffries shouted.
“Damn, it’s McKenna. Hide me.” Jazz muttered.
Mikayla looked at her and the door in front of them as the pounding started again even louder. The pounding started on the door behind them too.
“You better tell me what you did.” Mikayla said eyes twinkling.
“McKenna was being stubborn about it so I locked her in her office.” Jazz put her hand over her eyes.
The silence on the couch next to her made Jazz lower her hand from her face. Mikayla was looking at her a stunned look on her face then she started to laugh. She fell off the couch laughing. Jazz glared at her. Mikayla calmed then looked at her then started laughing again. They both ignored the pounding on the doors.
“You talk about me locking people up and sitting on them and you locked McKenna in her office.” Mikayla looked somber and said. “Hello, muse calling muse black.” He lips twitched and she started laughing again. “You’re the one who is priceless.”
“Hump, at least it was better than a closet. I left her near the computer so she could work or have internet.” Jazz through of it and cursed.
“ Figured it out did ya.” Mikayla said sitting up and leaning back against the couch.
Jazz slid off the couch to sit next to her. “Shut up. I was trying to improvise, damn it. It was time to come here and she wouldn’t let me leave.”
“Yeah but you left her with contact to the outside world. She probably sent an IM for help.” Mikayla pointed out.
Jazz narrowed her eyes. “Taige reached here first. So Ms. Mikayla did you take Taige’s phone away from her?”
Mikayla shifted. “No, Taige is obsessed with that thing and there was no way I could get it.”
“She probably emailed McKenna and found out she was locked up too and they called for help.” Jazz snorted.
“Yeah.” Mikayla agreed.
They sat for a few moments and continued to ignore the pounding on the doors. Suddenly it stopped. Confused Jazz looked at Mikayla. Mikayla shrugged. A buzzing sound broke the silence from the door in front of them. The two of them stood in a rush.
“Crap, McKenna brought her power tools.” Jazz said.
Another buzzing sound came behind them. They looked back.
“Taige too.” Mikayla added.
“Those two likes power tools to much.” Jazz shook her head.
“Yeah, they need to stay out of Home Depot.” Mikayla gripped.
Jazz looked at her and laughed. She hugged Mikayla and Mikayla hugged her back.
“It was fun. We’ll have to do it again real soon.” Jazz said.
“Definitely.” Mikayla agreed.
They parted then looked at each other the grinned. They each went to the door. They looked back at each other and waved and winked.
“Until next time.” Mikayla smiled.
“We’ll make sure to lock them up better next time.” Jazz replied.
Mikayla laughed then counted off. “One, two, three.”
Mikayla opened the door and laughed at the startled look on McKenna’s face. The power screwdriver in McKenna’s hand lowered.
“Hey McKenna, Jazz says you’ll have to catch her.” She skirted around her and took off running.
Jazz opened the door and grinned at Taige. “Hey Taige, Mikayla says you can’t catch me.” Jazz skirted around Taige ignoring the drill Taige held laughing as she took off running.
McKenna and Taige looked at each other across the room and sighed. They walked towards each other in the center of the room.
“Mikayla is a bad influence.” McKenna gripped.
“Please, Jazz is just as bad. Just more subtle about it. Why didnn't you catch, Mikayla?” Taige countered.
McKenna glared. “Like I want her to come home with me and to be a pain in the butt you know she would. You know I hate when you’re right.”
“Mikayla probaly would. Yeah, I know.” Taige made a rude kissing noise.
“That’s why you and Mikayla get along so well. Both think you funny. Not. ” McKenna chuckled.
Taige rolled her eyes then looked out at the door where Mikayla had run off too.
“You know we can’t let them get away with this.” Taige gestured.
“Definitely not. It’s on. Revenge will be sweet.” McKenna got a wicked grin on her face.
They smacked palms together then each took off after their muses. Taige reached the doorway and saw Mikayla standing with her hands on her hips a distance away. Mikayla saw her smirked and ran off. Taige took off after her.
McKenna ran out the door and saw Jazz running fast. Jazz looked back at her blew her a kiss and picked up speed. McKenna growled and ran after her.
Jazz (McKenna Jeffries' Muse) & Mikayla (Taige Crenshaw's Muse)
For more on McKenna and Taige and their muses check them out at their websites.
McKenna Jeffries site: http://www.mckennajeffries.com/
Taige Crenshaw site: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I’m always so curious about which sub-genres folks enjoy. When I talk to people who don’t read romance, I tell them that they should really give the books a try—after all, there is literally something for everyone.
For me, well, I love paranormals. Particularly wolf shifter or werewolf stories and vampire tales. Once upon a time, vampires were my favorites, but my interest has switched a bit and I find myself liking the wilder shifter stories. Don’t get me wrong, I still read (and write!) about vampires, but my current ruling favorite would be shifters.
I wrote my first werewolf story for Red Sage Publishing a few years ago, and I had such a great time with that story (“Bite of the Wolf’ in SECRETS, VOLUME 15) that I wound up creating a “Wolf’s Call” Trilogy. When those books were finished—well, you guessed it, I still wanted to write another wolf story and HOTTER AFTER MIDNIGHT was born.
HOTTER AFTER MIDNIGHT is my paranormal release from Kensington Brava about a psychologist who only treats paranormal patients and the wolf shifter detective who steals her heart (as they work together to catch a killer). Colin Gyth, my hero in this tale, was an absolute joy to write. He threw a few surprises my way, and, with him, I was able to twist the werewolf myth a bit. I love twisting myths.
But enough about my favorite sub-genre…what is YOUR favorite romance sub-genre? And why do you love it so?
Thanks so much for stopping by today!! (And thanks to the wonderful folks at The Romance Studio for inviting me to post!)
HOTTER AFTER MIDNIGHT--Available now from Kensington Brava
WHEN HE WAS BAD--Available 5/27/08 from Kensington Brava
Believe in monsters. They believe in you.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I've been sitting on this news for a wee while but couldn't share it until I had permission from the publisher. Well, now I can shout it for the rooftops. WHO'S YOUR DADDY, the anthology I wrote with Summer Devon and Lyn Cash, will be available in print on Amazon as of 15th May 2008.
Title: Who’s Your Daddy
Authors: Summer Devon, A
Publisher: Total-e-bound Publishing
Print: 15th May 2008
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance/light bondage/BDSM
Read an excerpt here.
'Direct Deposit' by Summer Devon
Five years ago she and her husband had used him in a strange threesome that turned out to be less about passion than about an infertile couple's desperation. Now Zack Reese spotted Colleen Madison's name on a list of fertility centre clients he's supposed to interview for a story about some sperm donor. His curiosity, and his haunting memory of her glorious naked body, overcomes his reluctance to contact her.
Divorced and infertile - yet finally content with her life - Colleen is shaken when the man she'd unwittingly deceived re-enters her life. She can't forget that their one encounter left her wanting more. His re-entry into her life reawakens a passion she thought she'd lost years earlier.
Quirky & Compassionate Lovers with Summer Devon
'Strategic Withdrawal' by A
WANTED: Sperm Donor #69. Tired of using a test tube? Sick of the sterility of the lab? If so, come join me for two weeks of red-hot lovin.' Satisfaction guaranteed!
Mandy Dodds wants a baby before her biological clock implodes. A withdrawal from a donor bank smacks too much of buying a baby for Mandy's sensibilities so she comes up with a plan. Track down Sperm Donor #69, the father of three clients' babies, and do things the old-fashioned way.
Travis McCloud seems to be that man. But there's just something about him that doesn't add up.
What will Mandy's reaction be when she finds out Travis McCloud has been using her for his own agenda?
Daring desires…otherworldly seductions with A
'Playing the Ace' by Lyn Cash
Look at photos of a gorgeous female form with his left hand, become intimate with his Johnson with his right, give the nice nurse his resulting specimen, and walk back to his dorm with a pocketful of cash.
Who knew that a few random deposits during his college years would yield such a grand lifetime investment by the time he was in his thirties?
Ace discovers how wealthy he is when he meets the blonde bombshell attorney representing two of the children he spawned back when he was known as Sperm Donor #69.
~ laughs & love in every book ~ with Lyn Cashhttp://authorlyncash.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
By N.J. Walters
Props! We all use them in life whether we realize it or not. A stylish suit and briefcase let us fit into the world of business. A killer pair of high heels makes us feel sexy. A particular hat can make us feel artistic or funky or seductive.
A writer uses all these things, and more, to help make a character seem more real, more identifiable to the reader. It helps to set the tone of the book. A woman in a staid three-piece suit with a briefcase and sensible shoes will elicit a much different response from a reader than a woman in a slinky dress with stilettos and fishnet stockings. From her clothing alone, we draw conclusions about what kind of person she is. Is she a hard worker? Is she quirky? A partier? Is she comfortable with her sexuality or repressed?
But a writer goes a step further, using props to take us deeper inside the personal life of the characters that inhabit a book. We get a glimpse beyond the superficial and get to see the real person beyond the window dressing. A character might dress sexy and go out to a club in an attempt to overcome her shyness. A stern exterior might hide the heart of a marshmallow. Sometimes the contrast between the prop and the reality of the character can be what makes it memorable.
Like all writers, I’ve used props to varying degrees in my books. A prop can be something as simple as a set of antique pearls. Classy and timeless, pearls can also be used as an item of seduction. Check out my Ellora’s Cave Quickie Anastasia’s Style and you’ll never look at your grandma’s pearls in quite the same way again. J
In Katie’s Art of Seduction, the heroine of the story is an artist. It’s natural for Katie to use paint brushes to create her art. In fact, it’s one of her paintings that first draws the hero, Cain Benjamin, to her. But it goes a step further in the book, and the brushes become part of the erotic tale as it unfolds.
Sometime a prop is the basis of a book or an entire series. In Unmasking Kelly, the main character wears a mask throughout the entire story. Hiding her own identity is the only way she can reach beyond her natural shyness and go for what she wants—a relationship with her boss.
In the Tapestries series, a magical tapestry whisks women to the world of Javara where women are scarce and men will use all the sexual skills at their disposal to compete for the right to claim a woman as their own. The tapestry comes to each woman in a unique way. Each woman is at a very different place in her life, but the tapestry is the common thread that links each story together.
In my latest Ellora’s Cave release, Amethyst Moon, a paranormal ménage a trois, I use a set of amethyst bracelets as a prop. These bracelets allow the heroine, archaeologist Olivia Fifield, to cross time and space to the world of T’ar Tal. There she comes face to face with two sexy warriors from her dreams. Her choices will decide not only her own destiny, but the destiny of an entire world as well.
So the next time you pick up a new book or decide to reread one of your favorites, keep an eye out for props. They may be subtle or they may be front and center, at the very heart of the story. But they will be there.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/awakeningdesires/ (newsletter group)
A Legal Affair—Samhain Publishing—July 15th
Jackson’s Jewel—Ellora’s Cave—July 25th
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I can't resist a totally --well, not totally-- gratuitous hunk to start the day. Look out for further news from me about how this manly pose was transformed into a poster representing 'Rhett (Prince Djarrhett) the hero of the sequel to Forced Mate and Insufficient Mating Material. Or maybe you've seen the ad with the temporary cover?
He could give me a Bear Hug any day!
Anyway... Not only is today (Sunday) Mother's Day, but it is also the start of
Bear Awareness Week.
Angie Fox, Carrie Masek, Sandy Lender, Cynthia Eden and Charlee Boyett-
Compo are joining me on internet voices radio tonight between 9pm
Eastern and eleven pm to give a whole new depth of meaning to Bear men and Romance.
We'd love some listeners, even for a little while.
FOR CRAZY TUESDAY: In the last program, Jade Lee and Emily Bryan (aka
Diana Groe) talked about everything below the belt in honor of Earth
Day... from Brazilian waxes for courtesans, to castration, to foot
FOR CHERRY PICKING SPECIALS, which is the irreverent and irregular
Sunday night-time show about Romance heroes and the animals they shift
into being when the right female comes along.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure
all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or
the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
Send this to someone who you think is a special Mom.
I just did!
Janet B. Swanson
And now I've sent it to all of you!
Who became a first-time grandmother February 22 - twins, a boy and a girl
Friday, May 9, 2008
How much do titles factor into your decision to buy an ebook?
For me it comes after the cover…which catches my eye…and the blurb which intrigues me. The title can add that extra push to buy.
Recently I had to come up with a series title for my new book coming out with Changeling Press called Soundwave’s Surrender. My heroine is a mercenary superhero. There are two more stories in the series so far. Well my publisher told me I needed to have a series title.
Well book titles are easy. I can come with them, no problem. They’re catchy and totally tie in with the book. The series title…uhmmm….yeah…I had real problems there. So a friend and I brainstormed. And every single thing we came up with was cheesy and hilarious. Nothing seemed good. So I just decided to go literal.
So the series title is….*duh duh duh* (cuing suspenseful music)
That’s right. The first title in the series will be ‘Super Sex: Soundwave’s Surrender’.
Try saying that eight times really fast. :D
Now tell me about your title woes. Or titles that have stayed with you long after you finished reading a book.
And watch for Soundwave's Surrender coming soon to Changeling Press.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
How do you incorporate color into your tales?
**Disclaimer: Throughout history colors have been allotted to human emotions… however, there isn’t hard evidence to substantiate that color psychologically affects sentiment.
If colors did cause people to feel emotions associated with said color they might be:
Red: stimulates body, mind and energy, and increases circulation. a symbol of life and love.
In Dark Shadows (Tease Tarot), Tori decides Henri is the man of her dreams, the guy who’ll make her happy forever. She decks out in a sexy red dress and approaches Henri. Henri, of course has difficulty breathing (circulation), he can’t take his eyes off of her (stimulate body) and his mind is fuzzy. Is his reaction the direct result of the red dress or because she’s walked back into his life? Both maybe?
Yellow: stimulates nerves; creates optimism, joy and laughter, wealth and hope.
In Melody’s Song(Cobblestone Press), a story about the loss of hope and renewed hope, After the death of her son, Melody believes she doesn’t have a reason to exist. She has lost all hope. In search of happiness, she finds hope in an unexpected place which leads to love. When Melody is suspected of stealing drugs from a hospital unit Devon believes in her and continues to trust in her, despite all the incriminating evidence.
Opening night of Phantom of the Opera:
“Melody, flowers.” Pep’s long-legged stride brought her close, and she handed a large bouquet of yellow roses to her. A new single red rose with a black ribbon sat bare on her dressing table. The red rose had an air of creepiness. She wanted it to die.
“Oh, yellow, my favorite. How many do you think are in this massive bouquet?” Melody asked.
Melody lifted a recently plucked eyebrow.
“I counted.” Pep shrugged her shoulders. “I wanted to know.” She flipped over the envelope holding the tiny card. “Who are they from?”
“Let’s see.” Melody grabbed the paper and extracted the card. “Break a leg, luv. Devon.”
“One moment, Matt,” Devon shouted.
Melody opened the beautiful velvet rectangle, and inside was a gold bracelet with two, tiny, gold charms. One had a child, a boy with arms outstretched and face upward, as if he enjoyed the sun and life as a healthy child. The other had a man and woman entwined in a hug, clearly in love.
Devon knows his color psychology; he gives her yellow roses and a gold bracelet. He uses yellow, the color of hope, to charm Melody.
Blue: seas, skies, men, trustworthy, committed, peace, unity, harmony, loyalty, Earth, ice, coldness, keep bad spirits away, treat pain.
**The majority of people select blue as their favorite color.
Trade Agreement (The Wild Rose Press)is a romantic suspense.
As you can see by the cover, some of the story takes place on the high seas. Georgina is traded by her ex-husband for a load of contraband. She prays her peaceful, blue-eyed lover will help her escape from the disastrous situation. She trust him and believes the sea won’t stop him from rescuing her.
Gee’s ex-husband has blue eyes as well…but they are ice, cold.
Tristan’s face remained calm. “Of course. Aren’t we all? We take items and sell them for a profit. The buyers are not important, nor the nationality, nor the cause, nor how illegal the goods. We steal them for the thrill of making a deal. For money.” His blond cropped hair, light crystal-blue eyes, and winsome smile widened giving him the appearance of the boy next door.
Black: power, sophistication, elegance wealth, mystery, evil, death, fear, anger, sadness, and remorse.
Trade Agreement: Shivers cascaded over Georgina’s body, the November cold penetrating her thin dress. She braced herself against the bumpy jolts as the speed boat hit rough water. The night was moonless. The water looked like black ink around them. The closer they got to the freighter, the faster her heart beat, a quick cadence to match the water hitting the side of the vessel.
The ocean represents fear, mystery, and is powerful.
When Gee meets the Russian Sea Captain who she believes will assist her. While the men talked, in Russian or Ukrainian, Georgina deliberated how to convince Aleksandr, to return her to the States. He was as dark and mysterious in appearance as the freighter. His black and shaggy beard seemed blacker as a result of the elegant gray shirt and pants covering his thin body.
Would this nightmare ever end? It had to be a dream, because he was wearing Armani for God’s sake, at midnight, on a freighter, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. He didn’t look like a man who did favors out of the goodness of his heart.
Sophistication, even if fake, is represented in his dark apparel, while his black hair and shaggy beard create a sense of evil and mystery. Georgina fears him.
Another example, this one from Dark Shadows:
Revelers flowed out from the bar and grill. Henri appreciated the name of the establishment. A hundred year old oak tree created shadows on the face of the building. The precise locations of the exterior lighting allowed for the images to appear dark and gothic. But that wasn’t the reason for the pub’s name. No, there were shadows inside as well as out.
This scene sets the tone for a exceptional mystery, don’t you think?
Gray: unsettling, expectant, loss or depression, stability, wisdom, decay.
Dark Shadows is all about darkness, black and gray.
Tori hadn’t heard her enter. She pivoted. Dark Shadows, written in gray and white lettering, glinted on Brandi’s black apron.
An example of stability and wisdom are represented by the aprons. You’ll need to buy the book to discover why this gray represents stability.
Decay: “I have this.” Mikey pulled out a silver rune symbol hanging on a chain from under his dingy gray shirt.
Mikey’s soul had decayed despite his belief in the run stone’s magic.
Green: refreshing, peaceful, ecology, soothing, helps alleviate depression, nervousness and anxiety, spring, renewal, money and good luck.
Trade Agreement: I think lavender and green decor will work to brighten this room. Very Feng Shui. What do you think?” Georgina smiled. For the first time in a long while, she had a sense of purpose. She would survive.
And it did brighten her life.
Melody’s Song: A nurse approached them. She had the air of a military sergeant, square faced with shoulders stiff and thrown back. Her uniform, despite having Scooby Doo wearing a green hat and his tongue hanging over the side, was starched with sharp perfect creases making her appear stiff and unapproachable.
Despite the refreshing humorous uniform the perception of the nurse’s demeanor overwhelmed the cartoon.
Orange: stimulates activity, appetite, flamboyance, encourages socialization, heat, tied to most fun, associated with a new dawn.
Believe(Cobblestone Press): She inhaled deeply letting the fresh citrus scent of the orange potpourri relax her as she watched the Chief of Police, and Jensen, appear on the screen Color and scent merged to stimulate and refresh. Yeah!
The Watcher(Cobblestone Press): Instead of the music of motors, the winter birds perched on the red and orange foliage of the trees serenaded her.
It was a new dawn for Emily as her life wasn’t the same after “this day”.
Melody’s Song: Her large brown leather handbag shook back and forth, bumping into her side and against the locked box, rattling the stock.
His glance ran down her, heating her in its wake. She smoothed out her silk orange blouse and straightened the belt on her brown slacks. The man made her nervous. Under a lab coat he wore black pants and the emerald shirt again, the green that made his eyes appear as sparkling gems. (Brown/Orange/Green)
Melody was dependable as represented by the brown. She wore orange to stimulate her activity, which she needed because she worked full time as a waitress, singing in an opera, and volunteering at a hospital. Green: who wouldn’t look in to sparkling green eyes and feel renewed and lucky?
Purple: uplifting, calm mind and nerves, offers a sense of spirituality, creativity, royalty, wisdom, respect, flamboyance, and ceremony.
The Watcher: The beautiful woman had incredible well-defined cheek bones, which gave her a natural radiance most women tried to imitate by applying blush. The fortune teller had intense dark eyes, which tilted up at the corners, and a long, narrow aristocratic nose. Her blonde hair rested on her shoulders. A simple purple robe gathered at the neck over her gold silk gown. Another length of cloth draped down her back, up the front and tied at the shoulder like a toga, the same shade of burgundy as the sign on the lawn.
Mikhail hailed from royalty, but she also wanted to give a sense of spirituality, ceremony and of course flamboyance as a story teller.
Dark Shadows: “Your aura’s yellow. You’re always generous, so you tend to have the pale color surrounding you, but today it stands out more. And you have flames of purple. Spiritual colors.” Tori tapped her upper lip with her finger.
A purple aura surrounded him defining his spiritual self.
Brown: stability, feeling of wholesomeness, connection to earth, orderliness, calm, bold, rich, stimulate appetite, friendliness and dependability. Associated with the astrological sign Scorpio.
Melody’s Song: Her chocolate brown eyes had twinkled with humor when she’d sung the Peter Pan song. At moments, briefly, he spied a hint of sadness instead of a happy glimmer.
Her brown eyes twinkled, exhibiting her strength of character, wholesomeness and friendliness.
And interesting, of all the comments about her apartment being in the lower end of the city, the bugs, and her job, why wouldn’t he question the food ambassador? Instead, he’d focused on the fact she’d been born a Scorpio.
“Yes, intense, emotionally perceptive,” she flung her hand about the room with only three other customers, “like now, the waiter is going to give us our drinks and hover because it’s close to closing time.” She waved her arm over the table. “I tend to gesture a lot. Occasionally I sting, but I’m very creative.” She drew circles over the top of his hand. Goose bumps covered her in the tingly little reminders of why she wanted him. Scorpions yearn for emotional intimacy.
Melody’s a Scorpio and this night, she showed her bold side.
White: projects purity, light, snow, surrender, cleanliness, neutrality, enables fresh beginnings. Doctors wear white lab coats.
Melody’s Song: Devon is a doctor and he is pure. “Then how can I help, Jensen?” Devon reached into his white lab coat pocket and withdrew his cell phone.
“We’re certain some of the medicines are being stolen from this unit.”
Doctors wear white lab coats to convey cleanliness, purity, and fresh
Believe: Mikhail’s finds out Jensen must make a choice to believe or not. Blood slowly drained from her face. It became as white as the snow dropping from the sky outside. She rose from the chair and walked over to the ten foot windows.
Mikhail believed purity and light would prevail. Snow transformed the gloomy gray into a bright and fresh scene, renewing her trust. Until…
Keep in mind various cultures see color differently. For example, in India, blue is positive and used in Krishna. Green with Islam, and red for weddings. Brown is the color worn for mourning. In Asian society, yellow is an imperial color. Chinese culture uses red for celebrations, luck and prosperity.
Colors tend to have more of positive association versus negative. Except black, many cultures have a negative connotation for black.
The Tarot Card (The Wild Rose Press) is stacked with multicolors...so many you'll have to read it to find out the color scheme.
Check out: Chromotherapy, the ancient art of using colors to heal.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Mixing business with pleasure has never been so tempting. Ashia Forrester has always lived by one rule: Never mix business with pleasure. As the owner of Temptation City, a male strip club, that has never been a problem. Until now. The talented new stripper she’s hired stirs a desire in her that cannot be denied.
Jalen Spencer is an undercover cop who loves his job. His next assignment is to pose as a stripper at a local club and find out if the owner is laundering money for the mob. He's pretty sure this mission will be a walk in the park, until he meets the sexy owner. It isn't long before Jalen's giving hot performances on stage and in her bed.
But how will she handle it when she learns everything about him is a lie?
Ashia picked up her walkie-talkie. "Who's next, Vivian?"
She glanced down at her watch. "How many are left?"
Thank goodness. Maybe she would actually have a lunch break today. "Ten-four."
Ashia sifted through the mound of applications and paperwork she'd collected. Not one decent dancer in the bunch. Oh, there were plenty of good-looking guys, but they didn't exude the sexuality and attitude Temptation City was known for. She dropped the folders in the box behind her.
The rich baritone voice sent a tingle across the back of her neck. She swiveled around too fast and tripped over her chair. A pair of large masculine hands grabbed her forearms and held her up. "Are you okay?"
Shock waves charged up her spine. She sucked in a breath, looked up and got a blast of remarkable hazel eyes with tiny flecks of green. "Y-yes. I’m fine. Thank you."
He released her and stepped back. "I'm here to interview for the position you have open."
Yes, yes, oh yes.
Now this was what she was talking about. The man shouldn't be allowed outside without a bodyguard. The way he looked at her was enough to make any woman come on the spot. And the way he filled out a plain black t-shirt with those broad shoulders and chest, his superman arms…it just wasn't fair to the female population.
Ashia allowed her gaze to travel his body from head to toe and then back up again. Close-cropped hair cut, trimmed mustache and full lips slanted upward in a smirk. He looked like he'd been sculpted by Michelangelo, dipped in caramel and left for human admiration.
She saw him peeling away every stitch of clothing on his body and every woman in the club screaming her head off, begging to put money between his ass cheeks.
"Ma'am?" he asked, an eyebrow arched.
She shook away the arousal that threatened to turn her into a complete idiot. "Um, the position?"
"Yes, I heard you had a bartender position open?"
She glanced down at her papers and back up again. "I'm not hiring, um, bartenders at the moment. I'm only looking for…" Her voice trailed off as her eyes zeroed in on his crotch. "…strippers."
A look that bordered on disbelief crossed his incredibly handsome features. "Strippers?"
"Yes," she replied. "The only ad I placed was for male exotic dancers."
His lips thinned. "Well, I didn't come quite prepared for that."
"Have you ever danced before?"
"Not that kind," he answered looking toward the stage.
She looked him up and down again and smiled, tilting her head. "There's a first time for everything."
His eyes pleaded with hers. "You sure you don't have any other positions open? Bouncer? Anything?"
She was beginning to enjoy this. Obviously, someone had given this guy the wrong information. But if she convinced him to step onto that stage, she'd have a full house of dollar-flinging women for the foreseeable future.
Regretfully, she tore her gaze away from his body. She moved in front of the table and leaned against it. "With a body like yours, you could make a lot of money here. Easily seven-fifty to a thousand a weekend."
"Why don’t you get up there, try it out and see if you like it?"
He just stared at her.
All right, he was going to take a little more convincing. He didn't give off the "look at me, I’m gorgeous" vibe. He was more reserved. Laid back, a more "I like to be in the background" sort of guy. He'd have to be coaxed into it.
"You got a girlfriend?"
He raised a brow. "No."
"Family in town? Mom? Grandmother?"
He tossed her a wicked smile and shook his head. "No."
"Then, you won't have to worry about it getting back to them, if that's what you’re worried about."
"That's not it. I just wasn't expecting," he waved his hand toward the long ramp, "…this."
"Well, what's that saying? If the world gives you lemons, make lemonade." She sat and crossed her legs. "You need a job, right?"
"And you want a job at Temptation City?"
"Yes," he answered again.
"Well, up on that stage is all I've got." She paused for effect. "If you can handle it."
It was a dare. She knew it. But for some reason, he struck her as the type of guy who never backed down from anything. Especially a challenge.
"I didn't bring any music."
She yelled to her DJ without taking her eyes off him. "Hey, Ravyn, play this guy some music."
Seconds later, Tyrese's "Signs of Making Love" came over the speakers. Perfect. With his face and body, and if he could tantalize her with a dance, she'd hire him on the spot.
"I've never done this before," he reminded her.
She grinned. "I know. Just let the music move you. Let it seep into your mind, your soul, and see what happens."
The lyrics asked her if she was a freak.
His dance was seductive and slow just like the music, and his eyes never left hers as he moved. The words guaranteed her that he'd give her body whatever it needed.
Ashia squirmed in her chair.
When he began to remove his shirt, pulling it from the bottom straight up over his head, she saw an exceptional six-pack and imagined running her hands over his taut muscles. The shirt landed at her feet.
The melody wanted to know if she was the freak he'd been looking for.
Her eyes glazed over when he began to unbutton his jeans. He bent over and slid them down and off his legs. A pair of red knit boxer briefs hugged his muscular thighs.
Her favorite color. She gulped. Oh God.
The next thing she knew, he was coming off the stage toward her. He'd really gotten into his performance. A line in the song asked the listener to whisper in his ear. Jalen leaned over to hers.
"How am I doing?" he asked, a sexy tone in his voice.
He was close enough for her to get a whiff of his scent. She caught a brief hint of tangerine, mandarin and sage. Ashia cleared her throat. "F-fine."
He turned around, spread his legs and bent over to touch the floor, leaving his ass right in her face. She itched to reach out and palm him to see if his cheeks were as firm as she thought they were.
Right now, he was the embodiment of temptation. A graceful animal in motion stalking its prey. A cougar or a panther.
Perfect for Temptation City.
Perfect for her.
Tempted to read the rest!?! Get your copy, May 27th, from Samhain Publishing.
Have a great Tuesday!
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Monday, May 5, 2008
So what would you do in a world without men? Just think about it for a moment. Would you be able to survive in an all female world?
In 2383, all the men on Earth are dead. The Anti-Male world government, convinced it was "God's will", has outlawed all research into re-creating males.
Working illegally, Randi Mayers, the world's foremost sex-replacement designer, aims to create the closest thing to a real man the technology is capable of. William, the result of advanced nanite technology incorporated with DNA, is the ultimate "sex replacement" and everything Randi dreamed of. His sexual prowess leaves her breathless — and very, very satisfied.
But William is much more than a machine, dammit — he's a man! As his "testing" continues and he demonstrates more and more human characteristics, they fall in love, but discovery and industrial espionage place them on a collision course with the Anti-Male faction, with dire results.
"... thoroughly enjoyable read... will also leave us tearful, cheering, and needing a cold shower... I highly recommend..." Diane Mason, The Romance Studio, 4 Hearts
"riveting... nearly impossible to put the book down...really pulled me into the story... sexual chemistry between he and Randi was volcanic and it was my pleasure to experience their heat...I was so immersed in Sexed Up that nothing else in the world existed save this book and its characters... Sally Painter wrote an outstanding book, one that I am honored to present a Gold Star Award to." Misa Noire, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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Sunday, May 4, 2008
Another comment I'd planned to make was that my publisher's sales have continued to increase every quarter in the past year or so. It's exciting to know the U. S. Census reports books sold in bookstores increased 6.3% over last year, and to see a strong electronic publishing house not only continue to survive but grow. It's good for the book business...for all of us.
I won a medal running today! I've competed in long distance races for some twenty years, but now my aging body only allows me to jog/walk 5Ks (3.1 miles) and then slower than when I was young. I had a marvelous morning in my home town's annual race with 2,500 other runners/walkers doing 5Ks, 10Ks and half-marathons. Connecting with friends under a sunny sky in a happy event, then breakfasting with two especially close ones, made my day. A medal around my neck iced the cake.
I hope your day was as joyful and satisfying.
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The Masquerade design differs markedly from that of my story. That came about because of ads and the Internet! Similar to the situation where our taxes didn't arrive in Sacramento despite having been mailed certified with a return receipt, the art information I sent three months ahead to the cover designer disappeared in the ether. It was only when I asked for the cover fast to make an Affaire de Couer ad deadline that I learned he'd never received my info. The cover is different, but I've had many compliments on it.
Such is the nature of
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Who are these women? Well, there's a muse who makes an unusual walk down the runway in "The Leather Bride" [New York], a graduate student hosts her dissertation project...a Haute Couture exhibition...in "Taming Marie Antoinette" [Paris] and a jeweler is offered a place in a show at a world-renowned museum in "The Gilded Cage" [London].
Did I mention they're each located in a different fashion capital? They are and this takes the reader on a trip.
Now, the one thing I have mentioned as yet is the men in these women's lives. They are gorgeous, successful, and have a passion for their lovers that is unmatched. Oh, I almost forgot [not likely :-)]. These couples have a varied taste when it comes to sex...they play!
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
In DIARY OF A MAD ESCORT available from Total-e-Bound, I raise an interesting question...
What really turns us on when it comes to love-making?
Romance novels are filled with love scenes (lol - as well they should be!) but I believe it is the sensual tension between the hero and heroine that I enjoy the most. Their verbal banter, the way they treat each other, their inner conflicts and the external conflicts that keep them apart, then have them come crashing together, all lead to that sizzling thing we call...chemistry.
When they finally make love, I believe they do so with their hearts and minds, as well as the um...necessary body parts. It is all 'up here,' in the head (see me tapping against my forehead with my finger?), where that great love-making begins. What we feel and think leads our bodies, and fuels our drive to mate.
I've read many of my fellow romance authors' stories where what romance author Sandra Brown calls 'exaggerated awareness' is evident throughout the book. It's wonderful! I literally feel what the hero and heroine feel...I'm drawn into the story because of it.
What love stories have you read lately where the sensual tension between the hero and heroine makes the very air around them crackle? What do you feel makes up that chemistry between the hero and heroine?
Friday, May 2, 2008
This week, while discussing publishing with a woman in my local area, I was asked two questions that I thought would be of interest to visitors to The Romance Studio Blog. I’m going to list the questions here and give you my responses. If you’re a writer, it would be great if you could give your own responses to these questions as well. I’ve found that readers like to get into the heads of writers and both of these questions allow just that. Here are the questions that I was asked and my responses.
How in the world do you come up with ideas and then find the time to put those ideas to paper?
As an author we all know that ideas can come from anywhere. You may get an idea from something that you saw on television or from a snippet of a conversation. Just recently one of my children had to get an MRI so I was in the imaging center waiting room waiting for him while he changed. When he came out he put all of his clothes on the chair beside me and his shoes on top. A woman in the waiting room started to tell me how her grandmother would never allow shoes to be placed on top of clothing. She gave her opinions for a while (I sat there quietly trying to read a book I’d brought with me) and I nodded and smiled and just let her talk. I guess the shoes sitting on top of his jeans was really bugging her because she said, “You know, I should write a book about this! A book called Grandma Said”. I agree with her and said, that would be a great book (although I’d pick a different title). That gave me the idea to either write a book of grandma sayings or to have a character in a book that was always full of little sayings to apply to everything. So, this incident gave me both a book idea and a character idea. Whether I’ll ever use these ideas or not remains to be seen but this is a prime example of how authors can get an idea for their book.
For me, finding the time is another issue. How do you find the time to get words to paper? Do you have a set time that you write or do you write whenever you can? (another question she asked during the conversation). I lead a very busy life. Sometimes I think it’s way too busy but you do what you can do with the time that you have. I tend to juggle writing around everything else that I do. I may be cooking dinner with my laptop set up on the kitchen counter. I’ll type between stirring, flipping and serving the food. I may only get a paragraph written but that’s a paragraph I didn’t have before so the book is moving forward. Other times I’ll get up early and write before I get the kids off to school. Now that the kids are pretty much on the same schedule I have a larger block of time during the day that I can write but I still have to balance that with school events, doctor’s appointments, feeding and training five horses and keeping my house clean. It can be very difficult sometimes but I firmly believe that if you’re a writer you’ll find the time to get the book written. I also stressed that the hardest part of being an author is getting through that first draft. I’ve often heard of people who have the time to write but have a hard time getting that first draft done. Motivation and time management are key to me as an author. You do what you can when you can and the rest of the time you keep that book churning around in your head. If you do this then when it’s time to put the words to paper it makes it easier. We have horses so that means cleanup as well as training, grooming and feeding them. It’s amazing how much plot and characterization I can do in my head while I’m shoveling manure. It’s a mundane boring thing that has to be done but it also frees your mind to the creative process.
When you’re writing do you write your book from beginning to end or do you write scenes as they come to you and then put it all together to create the whole story?
With fiction I write by the seat of my pants but I plot out my book in my head before I sit down to type it up. I start at the beginning and write through to the end. If I come up with a scene that I want to include later, I may jot down several lines below where I’m currently typing “add river scene here” but that’s all I really do because I have the scene in my head. I know authors who create story boards, outlines and have the entire book plotted out scene by scene before they ever start writing the story. I explained that it’s different for everyone and that you should write in the way that feels most comfortable to you. Not everyone writes in the same way and in the end it’s all about getting the story completed, all loose ends tied up and polished. There are many paths to “The End” and my path is to start at the beginning and write the story to the end. When it comes to nonfiction, I’m the complete opposite. I have to outline what I want to discuss in the book and have a clear idea of where the book is going before I ever start. You may also find that you write one type of book one way but another type in a completely different way.
If you’re an author how would you answer these questions? How do you come up with ideas? How do you find the time? Do you write straight through or write scenes as they come to you? There is no right answer because how you write is a personal preference. I’d love to hear your answers to these questions that were posed to me so feel free to leave comments. I'll check in throughout the day.
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Thanks for having me here today. I’m off to get the kids to school, feed the horses, attend an awards ceremony for one of my kids. But I’ll be home later to do some psychic readings that are waiting on me and work on a nonfiction book before picking up the kids and feeding the horses again. It’s my youngest son’s birthday today so the rest of the day will be spend celebrating but I’ll at least have gotten some writing done today. Maybe I’ll even come up with a new idea or two!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
That said, I did find a great satisfaction in speaking with online friends in person and making new friends. The readers I met were wonderful, enthusiastic, and I think more excited than I was. The booksellers, the reviewers, everyone I came in contact with was wonderful.
I did meet some sexy men that are now inspiration for some of my future heroes. Chris Winters won Mr. Romance and as I do edits on Morgandy’s Lover coming out this summer from Loose-Id, he fits the character well. John Fish (an Ellora's Caveman) was a rare find and a gentleman by helping me carry books to my room, he’s perfect for a werewolf story I’m working on. Then there’s Jimmy Thomas, cover model and pirate material. That's a picture of him and me on the left.
I’ve uploaded pictures to my yahoo chat group, so anyone is welcome to come check them out. And if you’ve never been to the Romantic Times Convention, then I suggest you go. I'll be there next year in Orlando, Florida! Friendly authors, hunky men, it’s just like being in a romance novel.