Monday, 31 October 2011
Book review - Kill me tomorrow - Diane Alberts
Jasmine Baruch is a jinn—a supernatural being who fights demons with fire. While that’s difficult enough, she’s got bigger problems. She’s a virgin, and in the jinn culture, that is sheer blasphemy. Jinn are supposed to be passionate, promiscuous creatures—everything she isn’t. Due to marry the next day, she takes matters into her own hands by using 1Night Stand. But, like the rest of her life, nothing is easy. The man chosen for her, though incredibly gorgeous, is a demi-sanguine; a half-human, half-demon–her enemy.
Gavin Werbato is looking for an easy night of sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Instead, he gets a gorgeous jinn convinced it is her duty to kill him. He can certainly think of better things to do with her soft hands than murder. He need only convince her of that…
Can the fire sparked when these beings collide be controlled, or will it consume their world as they know it?
From the minute I read the blurb,I knew I had to read this book!
And I'm so glad I did. I read this in one sitting and could not put it down. I found myself rooting for Jasmine from the first page. You really feel for her. Being labelled the Ice Jinn, she has never experienced sexual desire and is desperate to lose her virginity, so as not to disgrace her family. It is her duty to marry on her birthday and to procreate immediately, as the Jinn race is in desperate need of male off spring.
So her plan is to have a one night stand, just to lose her virginity, because being a virgin on her wedding night would be the ultimate disgrace.
I love the line in the book where she thinks it would really suck to feel desire for someone, she would have to kill. Of course this is exactly what happens to her when she walks into Gavin.
Sent by the agency she used to set up this one night stand, Gavin has his hands full trying to stop Jasmine from killing him on the spot. The inconvenient thing being that he finds her completely irresistible and can't just walk away.
Jasmine feels sexual desire for the first time and she agrees to postpone killing Gavin till the morning and just enjoy what's on offer - one night of sex with no strings attached. Or so they both think.
Unaware of the other's customs Jasmine's virginity causes an interesting and unexpected twist. I shan't tell you what is, because it would be too much of a spoiler :-)
This is a short, extremely sexy and humorous read and it left me wanting to read more. I will look out for this author in future.
Diane will be on my blog on 9th November, so do pop in and meet her.
In the meantime you can read an excerpt from the book here
Friday, 28 October 2011
Weekend Dirty Dozen
Welcome to this week's dirty dozen which are taken from my Paranormal Romance Lure of the Blood - scheduled release December - through Evernight Publishing
Heroine Marnie is walking home late at night, a decision which throws her right into her own Twilight Zone...
The
whoosh of air and the low male growl were the only warning–– before she even
managed to draw much needed air into her lungs, her attacker went flying
through the air. Another blur of air and the sickening sounds of tearing flesh,
crunching bones and the fluid-filled gurgle of her attacker filled the alley.
When she finally managed to get her breathing under control, the stillness was
deafening and the cool hand under her chin made her gasp.
Moss
green eyes in a face as pale as the moon were boring into her, the dark brows a
stark contrast to the luminous skin under the slightly too long unruly mob of
jet black hair. The man towered over her and she swallowed nervously, taking in
the width of those enormous shoulders and the ribbed muscles she could feel
pressing against her bare skin, where his body was holding her up against the
wall.
Her
skin warmed where his eyes roamed briefly over her exposed torso, before he
stepped back and pulled her coat firmly around her.
“Steady,
chere. I’ve got you. He’s not going to bother you again. Can you walk?”
The
deep, slightly accented voice sent all her nerve endings a-tingle and awareness
slammed into her with the full force of a sledgehammer.
“Wh…who
are you?”
Things are not what they seem, I can tell you that much ;-)
You can find other participating Authors here, so do go and check out their twelve and like the Facebook page, if you're on there.
Till next weekend, folks.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Wannabe a Writer?
If so, read on...
I am hosting Jane Wenham-Jones on my blog today, with her new book Wannabe a Writer?
Practical, personal and honest advice on how to get published with contributions from over a hundred authors, agents, publishers and journalists. Hear from the professionals on how to sell your articles, write a synopsis, find an agent, get your novel accepted and much, much more. With insights, anecdotes and hot tips from Frederick Forsyth, Jilly Cooper, Ian Rankin, Katie Fforde, Jill Mansell, Adele Parks, Lesley Pearse, Michael Buerk, Carole Matthews, Erica James, Mil Millington, Miles Kington, Michael Bywater, Rosie Millard, Robert Crampton, Richard Morrison, Simon Trewin, Jonathan Lloyd, Teresa Chris and Jane Judd as well as publishers Harper Collins, Hodder Headline, Transworld, Orion and Simon & Schuster. A must-have handbook for anyone who's ever wanted to write or just wants to hear how others to do it... Where do you start? How do you finish? And will anyone ever publish it when you have? Drawing on her own experiences as a novelist and journalist, Writing Magazine's agony aunt Jane Wenham-Jones takes you through the minefield of the writing process, giving advice on everything from how to avoid Writers' Bottom to what to wear to your launch party. Wannabe a Writer? tells you everything you ever wanted to know about the book world - and a few things you didn't...
Below is an extract from Wannabe a Writer?, available on Amazon or through all good bookshops. For more on Jane see http://www.janewenham-jones.com.
Wannabe a Writer website
Buy links:
Amazon UK (Paperback)
Amazon UK (Kindle)
Amazon US (Paperback)
Amazon US (Kindle)
The Book Depository
Thanks for stopping by Jane. I'm sure many aspiring Authors will find this book helpful.
Incidentally folks, my score on that quiz fell into the 'you show definite promise' category, lol.
I am hosting Jane Wenham-Jones on my blog today, with her new book Wannabe a Writer?
Jane Wenham-Jones is a novelist, journalist and presenter and the author of the Wannabe Books - two how-to manuals on getting published and becoming well-known.
Practical, personal and honest advice on how to get published with contributions from over a hundred authors, agents, publishers and journalists. Hear from the professionals on how to sell your articles, write a synopsis, find an agent, get your novel accepted and much, much more. With insights, anecdotes and hot tips from Frederick Forsyth, Jilly Cooper, Ian Rankin, Katie Fforde, Jill Mansell, Adele Parks, Lesley Pearse, Michael Buerk, Carole Matthews, Erica James, Mil Millington, Miles Kington, Michael Bywater, Rosie Millard, Robert Crampton, Richard Morrison, Simon Trewin, Jonathan Lloyd, Teresa Chris and Jane Judd as well as publishers Harper Collins, Hodder Headline, Transworld, Orion and Simon & Schuster. A must-have handbook for anyone who's ever wanted to write or just wants to hear how others to do it... Where do you start? How do you finish? And will anyone ever publish it when you have? Drawing on her own experiences as a novelist and journalist, Writing Magazine's agony aunt Jane Wenham-Jones takes you through the minefield of the writing process, giving advice on everything from how to avoid Writers' Bottom to what to wear to your launch party. Wannabe a Writer? tells you everything you ever wanted to know about the book world - and a few things you didn't...
Below is an extract from Wannabe a Writer?, available on Amazon or through all good bookshops. For more on Jane see http://www.janewenham-jones.com.
So you think you’ve got a
book in you?
Everyone has a book in them. This is a myth put about by taxi drivers
who invariably think their own life story would make the greatest best-seller
of them all. It wouldn’t. And even if one does have the sort of exciting and
chequered past that would make a hair-raising piece of fiction, one is not
necessarily equipped with the talent to write it.
It
is a strange thing that few people assume, in the absence of any evidence to
the contrary, that they can paint pictures worthy of the Royal Academy, sing
like Pavarotti or play the guitar like
Segovia.
Yet all sorts of otherwise sensible beings
imagine that if they only had the time they could knock out 90,000 words that
would get snapped up by the publishing world and then fallen upon by a grateful
public.
Writing a decent short story is hard
enough. Writing a book can be excruciating. There are
those who are fond of making
comparisons between writing a book and giving birth. The analogy is supposed to
centre around the nine months and the pushing and the wonder of creation at the
end of it.
For me, it is the fact that you forget the
sheer agony and the fact that you longed to castrate your husband with the
forceps, and actually start to believe it didn't hurt that much and it would be
a jolly idea to do it again.
And when you do, second time around is
even worse. It never gets any easier. It is a terrible, all-consuming,
neurosis-inducing way to earn a living.
On the other hands it has its advantages.
You can turn up to collect your child from school still wearing your pyjamas
and slippers and other parents will only
whisper “she’s a writer, you know” instead of thinking you’re being taken care
of in the community.
You can ask all sorts of personal
questions and friends will be flattered to think you are using them for
research instead of getting all pissed off at how nosey you are.
And you can stare out of the window for
hours on end with a strange expression on your face and a glass in your hand
and pretend you’re working.
Earning money, after all, isn’t everything
(if you think any differently, don’t try and be a writer). But before you start, are you the right
personality-type to attempt to write a book? Try this quiz and see:
Quiz: Have you got what it takes to write
it?
1.
Overall, how would you describe yourself?
A)
You are a healthy outdoorsy type who believes in fresh air, plenty of exercise,
eight hours sleep and three square meals a day
- (0 points)
B) You love Eastenders and The X-Factor,
animals and small children. You are interested in others and think the secret
of a happy life is a matter of give and take
- (5 points)
C) You are quite capable of spending
sixteen hours slumped in the same position at your desk while chain-smoking.
(15 points)
2.
On your desk is:
A)
A
notepad, a pen, a ruler, a bottle of mineral water and a small potted
cactus -
(0 points)
B)
All
the above plus some unpaid bills, a pile of letters you really must answer soon
and several post-it notes with telephone numbers on them from people you’re
going to call back - (5 points)
C)
Books,
more books, an overflowing ashtray, an empty wine bottle, a packet of nurofen,
five highlighter pens, several lists, a telephone directory, last night’s pizza
crust and an article you cut out of Sunday’s paper about venereal disease. Cat
hairs, lipstick, batteries, dictaphone, camera, four notebooks, tippex, condoms
and a two foot pile of paper that you haven’t got to the bottom of since
1986 -
(20 points)
3.
You are in the High Street when an old lady is knocked over by a bicycle
Do you
A)
Call
999 from your mobile, cover her with your jacket and begin mouth to mouth
resuscitation - (0 points)
B)
Scream
loudly, wave your arms to attract attention and carry out a citizen’s arrest on
the cyclist until the police arrive - (1 point)
C)
Borrow
an onlooker’s camera phone to photograph the scene, make a quick diagram of the
blood stains on the back of a fag packet and start interviewing the bike rider
: this could be very good background info for chapter twenty-seven… (25
points)
4.
When you were at school were you:
A) The class bookworm, editor of the
school magazine and winner of the English prize three years running? (10 points)
B)
Often in trouble for talking in class, caught smoking behind the bike
sheds and eventually expelled for having a torrid affair with the French
teacher? (15 points)
C) You didn’t go to school much. You lived
in crushing poverty with ten siblings and only attended lessons every second
Thursday when it was your turn to wear the only pair of shoes. (30 points)
5.
What is your favourite daydream?
A) You win the lottery, give up work and
while away your days sipping champagne on the white sands of the Bahamas (0 points)
B) You lose three stone, have a face-lift
and get swept off your feet by (women) a gorgeous romantic, muscle-bound hunk
or (men) a huge-breasted blonde of twenty-one who wants you to be her sex
slave. (5 points)
C) You are sitting on the sofa with
Richard and Judy after making your
acceptance speech for the Booker prize. (20 points)
6.
What is your general philosophy on Diet?
A)
Even if it is just you, you eat at set times and cook a proper meal with fresh vegetables. (2
points)
B) You try to eat well but if
you’re really busy you’ll have a quick sandwich at your desk. Cooking is so
time-consuming. (10 points)
C) If you realise you’ve had nothing but chocolate, crisps and cans of
cider for more than a week, you take a vitamin pill. (20 points)
7.
How much exercise do you do?
A) A healthy body makes for a healthy
mind. You go to the gym three times a week, play tennis, jog and wear a
pedometer so you can check you’ve done
your 10,000 steps a day. (3 points)
B) You walk the dog most mornings and do a
bit of yoga when you remember. (10
points)
C) You are occasionally forced to sprint
to the postbox on the corner at five-thirty so you can catch the last post.
(You then have a lie-down) (15 points)
8.
How clean is your house?
A) Very clean. All it takes to keep on top
of it, is a quick run-round with the
hoover and a damp duster before work each morning and a proper going-over at
the weekends. (0 points)
B) You do the important bits - e.g.
kitchens and bathrooms for hygiene reasons - but really can’t be worrying about
the rest of it until the dust begins to show. Life’s short. You’d much rather
read a book or write a letter. (5 points)
C) Nobody’s died yet. (15 points)
9.
You have an important report to write for work that your boss needs a week on
Friday. Do you?
A) Sit straight down and do it all. Never
put off till tomorrow what you can do today. (0 points)
B)
Work an hour on it each day until it’s finished. Build in a day for
checking it over and making any minor alterations before giving it in. (15
points)
C) Think about it all the time, but leave
any actual writing until Thursday at 9pm. Sit up all night to finish it,
drinking double espresso and slapping yourself round the face to stay awake.
(25 points)
10.
What is your partner most likely to shout at you in a row?
A)
You never listen! (5 points)
B)
You never talk to me! (5 points)
C)
We never go anywhere! (5 points)
Or
D) All of these, plus reminders you that you are
selfish, egocentric, bad-tempered, self-obsessed, given to scribbling notes at
inopportune moments and making strange muttering noises, that you miss
mealtimes, forget appointments, shout at the children when they want to use
your computer and you haven’t had a proper holiday for ten years. (40
points)
Now
add up your score. Add 120 bonus points if you can say yes to any of the
statements below:
- I am a famous celebrity
- I am a famous footballer
- I am a famous footballer’s wife who
weighs six stone
- I have won Big Brother
- I have not won Big Brother but I have
been on the programme showing my
enhanced breasts/sex-change scars/predilection for vibrating toys or
displaying some sort of dysfunctional
behaviour and then shagging the person who did win it, live on camera.
- I am an MP who’s been in prison.
Conclusions
0
- 30 points I would never
be discouraging enough to say you cannot be a writer because it takes all
sorts, but this choice of career may come as a bit of a shock. Have you thought
about taking up embroidery, golf or train-spotting?
31-
60 points While you’re still displaying worrying signs
of normality, there are some flashes of potential here. At least you have a bit
of life experience to write about.
61
- 200 You show
definite promise and could develop well as a writer given the right
circumstances and encouragement.
Over
200 points -
you’re probably a writer already. If not
- get typing now!
Over
300 - you
are probably in prison.
Wannabe a Writer website
Buy links:
Amazon UK (Paperback)
Amazon UK (Kindle)
Amazon US (Paperback)
Amazon US (Kindle)
The Book Depository
Thanks for stopping by Jane. I'm sure many aspiring Authors will find this book helpful.
Incidentally folks, my score on that quiz fell into the 'you show definite promise' category, lol.
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Friday, 21 October 2011
Weekend Dirty Dozen
Welcome to my Weekend Dirty Dozen...
Weekend Dirty Dozen is a blog fest for romance and erotic writers to share 12 sentences every weekend for promotional purposes on their websites and blogs of their new releases and WIPs
You will find a full list of all the Authors participating here.
My contribution to the Weekend Dirty Dozen is taken from my upcoming Erotic Novella Awakening.
Awakening will be released through Breathless Press on 30th December.
Weekend Dirty Dozen is a blog fest for romance and erotic writers to share 12 sentences every weekend for promotional purposes on their websites and blogs of their new releases and WIPs
You will find a full list of all the Authors participating here.
My contribution to the Weekend Dirty Dozen is taken from my upcoming Erotic Novella Awakening.
Rashid towered over her, his hand
burning through the sheer material at her back as he ushered her inside the
tent and its lavish interior. She curled
her toes into the thick, lush pile of the oriental carpet, and the scattered
lanterns brought out the incredible array of colors. The low seating covered in
silk scarves and the air thick with incense and sensual promise had her draw a
shuddering breath into her lungs, as Rashid’s arms went round her waist,
drawing her into his hard frame, until her back rested against his chest
“You have been a very naughty girl, my
pretty.” His harsh voice skimmed along the sensitive skin of her neck, and her
heart slammed into her chest bone, arousal warring with unease at his next
whispered words. “Did I give you permission to come without me?”
“Wha - What?” Oh. My. God. Had he
heard about her baths adventures? Or worse, had he watched her? At the thought,
her heart missed a beat as his large hands dug into her hips and she gasped at
the rock hard erection pressing into her buttocks, moist heat pooling between
her thighs.
“Naughty girls need to be punished.”
Awakening will be released through Breathless Press on 30th December.
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Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Heroes
I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself today. Baby Markus is full of a snuffly cold and whilst his sneezing and little coughs are very cute on one hand, it's not nice to see him so full of it. To top it all I have a blocked duct, so the two of us are holed up cuddling and nursing. At least every feed makes both of us feel a bit better.
So, in effort to cheer myself up I thought I'd revisit my heroes.
Rashid from Awakening
(sorry, picture removed due to copyright issues)
Fom Lure of the Blood
Ion
(Picture of Jason Statham) Click here to see it.
and Lucas
(Picture of Ian Somerhalder) Click here to see it.
Mr. Somerhalder is also the inspiration for Henri in our UCW anthology piece.
Well, he does the sexy vampire so well...
This young man was the inspiration for not one, but three heroes. Alex, Marco and Giorgio, my sexy Giovanni cousins, who are patiently waiting to have their stories told. I am overhauling the manuscripts, so time will tell...
That body is too amazing to stay clothed ;-)
(Pictures of Joe Manganiello) Click here to see it.
And from my current wip, meet James
(Picture of Hugh Jackman) Click here to see it.
and Steve
(Picture of Daniel Craig) click here to see it.
Hmm, where was I?
You can see why I love my job, right.
*grin*
And last but by no means least, here is my very own real life hero, my lovely hubbie of the last twenty two years...
doing what he does best, being an amazing daddy
(Please note this post was edited by me due to the recent Copyright issues)
So, in effort to cheer myself up I thought I'd revisit my heroes.
I do love that song and come to think of it, he's inspiration material too ;-)
So, meet Sven from Scandinavian Scandal
(Picture of Alexander Skarsgard) Click here to see it
(sorry, picture removed due to copyright issues)
Fom Lure of the Blood
Ion
(Picture of Jason Statham) Click here to see it.
and Lucas
(Picture of Ian Somerhalder) Click here to see it.
Mr. Somerhalder is also the inspiration for Henri in our UCW anthology piece.
Well, he does the sexy vampire so well...
This young man was the inspiration for not one, but three heroes. Alex, Marco and Giorgio, my sexy Giovanni cousins, who are patiently waiting to have their stories told. I am overhauling the manuscripts, so time will tell...
That body is too amazing to stay clothed ;-)
And from my current wip, meet James
(Picture of Hugh Jackman) Click here to see it.
and Steve
(Picture of Daniel Craig) click here to see it.
Hmm, where was I?
You can see why I love my job, right.
*grin*
And last but by no means least, here is my very own real life hero, my lovely hubbie of the last twenty two years...
doing what he does best, being an amazing daddy
(Please note this post was edited by me due to the recent Copyright issues)
Friday, 14 October 2011
Blinking in the sunlight
So, there is a world other than my word doc out there.
I have been stuck in my editing cave, working on our UCW project, as we were suddenly presented with a deadline of today.
*gulp*
Still, I believe we have made it and it has been great fun, if exhausting. Time will tell whether our group effort will be published. But either way I love our story and seeing it all come together has been amazing. Be afraid, be very afraid, when we get together you never know what may happen... ;-)
I feel a little lost now, that it's done, though I'm sure it's the calm before the storm. I am still eagerly awaiting edits for Scandinavian Scandal and getting a tad anxious, as it's just over a month till release date. My editor assures me there is plenty of time - hmmm.
*bites nails*
So, I have a choice, do I go back to the old manuscript I am revamping or do I kick off my shoes and read the latest Shayla Black? Answers on a post card please, lol.
In other news I was incredibly excited this morning to see Lure of the Blood on the coming soon Section of my publisher's website here. In fact I was so excited that my usual morning grumpyness didn't happen. Hubbie has the day off today and he wondered whether I was okay, as I hadn't bitten his head off first thing, as I usually do. Am so not a morning person!
in fact this is me to a T
I need at least two coffees and some peace before I stop snarling at people. Something the kids know well, bless them. Yet this morning I was chattering away with the larks. Nothing short of miraculous, especially as I am missing out on the LLL conference happening right now, due to an under the weather four year old. He's right as rain one minute and the next he flops, bless him.
Anyways, will stop rambling and leave you with a little excerpt from Saving Hope, my story in our group effort.
COPYRIGHT Doris O'Connor 2011
I have been stuck in my editing cave, working on our UCW project, as we were suddenly presented with a deadline of today.
*gulp*
Still, I believe we have made it and it has been great fun, if exhausting. Time will tell whether our group effort will be published. But either way I love our story and seeing it all come together has been amazing. Be afraid, be very afraid, when we get together you never know what may happen... ;-)
I feel a little lost now, that it's done, though I'm sure it's the calm before the storm. I am still eagerly awaiting edits for Scandinavian Scandal and getting a tad anxious, as it's just over a month till release date. My editor assures me there is plenty of time - hmmm.
*bites nails*
So, I have a choice, do I go back to the old manuscript I am revamping or do I kick off my shoes and read the latest Shayla Black? Answers on a post card please, lol.
In other news I was incredibly excited this morning to see Lure of the Blood on the coming soon Section of my publisher's website here. In fact I was so excited that my usual morning grumpyness didn't happen. Hubbie has the day off today and he wondered whether I was okay, as I hadn't bitten his head off first thing, as I usually do. Am so not a morning person!
in fact this is me to a T
I need at least two coffees and some peace before I stop snarling at people. Something the kids know well, bless them. Yet this morning I was chattering away with the larks. Nothing short of miraculous, especially as I am missing out on the LLL conference happening right now, due to an under the weather four year old. He's right as rain one minute and the next he flops, bless him.
Anyways, will stop rambling and leave you with a little excerpt from Saving Hope, my story in our group effort.
Noelle
shook her head and immediately wished she hadn’t, as the vague ache turned into
a full brass band in her head. Her temples throbbed, her stomach churned and
the cold air whispering up her skirt did little to cool down her heated
core. She seemed surrounded by coldness,
hard bricks dug into her back, the fine spray of rain carried on the breeze
making her shiver. Great rain, now this dump has sprung a leak in the roof. Strong arms pulled her tighter into a hard,
male frame, and her body responded instantly with a surge of liquid heat
between her thighs. The only just dampened down arousal flared anew at the
growled words in her ear.
“Easy Belle,
I’ve got you.”
The
deep, accented voice shot straight to her pussy and she bit her lip to stop
herself from moaning out loud. Jeez, what was in that drink? She wriggled
closer to the wall of muscle, holding her up against the wall, her hips
seemingly having a mind of their own, as her body scrambled to finish what it
started. God, she was so close, if only…
“Snap
out of it, baby. As much as I would love to oblige, I want you in my bed when
you come apart.” The whispered words skittered across the sensitive skin of her
neck and she moaned her frustration into the broad shoulder of the man holding
her up. Damn him, why couldn’t he just…
The insistent vibrating hum of her phone in the pocket of her denim skirt
finally got through the fog in her brain. Still nestled against the man’s
shoulder, she blindly tried to grope for it, but he had her pinned so
effectively that she couldn’t move.
His
chest shook in silent laughter at her exasperated groan.
“What’s
so damn funny about this? If you’re not going to help me to…to,” she stopped
herself just in time. Good God, had it been that long, that she would
all but beg a perfect stranger to get her off in public, no less. Her cheeks
flamed in mortal embarrassment. He must think her a right floozy and what the
hell was she doing out here with him anyway?
“Noelle,
I’m more than willing…” she finally looked up at the use of her name. How the
hell did he know? Oh Good God, could
this day get any worse? She hadn’t imagined him earlier then and her body still
reacted to him on the most primal level. She was so fucked and not in a good
way.
“Let me
go, you, you, what the hell are you anyway? I should have known something would
happen with you around. What did you do to me this time?”
The
smile he gave in response didn’t reach his eyes and Noelle cursed her run away
mouth. He didn’t look amused anymore. He looked positively dangerous and why
that should turn her on even more was really beyond her. Clearly she had no
common sense where this man was concerned. And that voice…
“Belle,
had it been me, you would be screaming my name right now.” The heated look he
gave her made her toes curl under, even as he shook his head and pulled away
slightly, giving her much needed breathing space. Damn her treacherous hormones
to hell and back, but he looked good enough to eat. The breeze ruffled his hair
so that it fell over one eye and her fingers itched to brush it back to better
see the expression in his eyes. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on that muscled
torso and the arms surrounding her seemed made of steel. The flickering street
lights danced across the perfect angles of his face and drew her attention to
the sensuous mouth. He noticed, and the ghost of real smile flickered across
his face, before his brows drew together in concentration and his whole body
tensed. He cocked his head, as though to listen to someone and the earlier
sense of foreboding once again wrapped itself around Noelle’s spine,
obliterating the last of her arousal.
The grip on her arms grew strong enough to hurt until he noticed her
sharp intake of breath and released her with a vicious curse.
“Forgive
me mon cour. I didn’t mean to, merde.” The soft click made Noelle
blink and Henri whipped his head round so fast, she felt dizzy all over again.
“Having
a slight problem here, my friend?”
COPYRIGHT Doris O'Connor 2011
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Guest interview and contest for Nopeming Shores
I am delighted to welcome Margie Church and Andrew Lockhart with their sensual romance, Nopeming Shores, to my blog today.
Great to have you here and I must say I love that cover.
Thank you so much for stopping by Margie and Andrew. The book sounds fantastic and I will have to add it to my TBR pile:-)
Do be sure to leave a comment, peeps, to be in for a chance to win a copy of Nopeming Shores.
Great to have you here and I must say I love that cover.
So, tell me, what made you
write ‘this’ story?
Margie:
Nopeming Shores is
the story of Gabe and Lily and the struggles they endure after Gabe is killed
in Afghanistan by an IED. Part of the inspiration was based on current events –
the seemingly endless conflict in Iraq and Afghanistan that has taken so many
soldiers away from their families and cost too many lives. My father's suicide
brought a lot of the anger, grief, shock, and confusion that Lily and Gabe
experienced.
Andrew Lockhart's near-death
experiences, after an extremely serious stroke, helped us develop Gabe very
clearly and Lily's reactions to his death.
Heavy stuff, Margie. I am so sorry for your loss.
Does your cover reflect the
book?
Margie:
Absolutely. The lake
is an actual Minnesota lake (Lake Nopeming is fictitious); Lily in the
foreground seems a bit lost. Gabe, in his military fatigues, is never alive in
this book so his more transparent appearance indicates his ghost state.
Describe a typical day’s
writing for you.
Margie:
I usually sign on at 6:00 a.m. and sign off
around 9:00 p.m. During those hours I'm probably writing and/or promoting about
12 hours, 7 days a week. I don't take off many days.
Andrew:
Most of my writing
happens at sunset or night, when my world calms down. I would say that 95
percent of my writing is done outside, regardless of the weather. So much of my
poetry is connected to nature.
What inspires you?
Margie:
Usually a photo or
something else I see starts the wheels turning. I think about the image and
watch it in my mind's eye until it turns into a fantasy. I replay it and expand
it until I like what I see. Then I start writing ideas down.
Andrew:
Whatever is on my
mind at that moment. And, like I said before, nature is a large part of it.
If you weren’t a writer what
would you be?
Margie:
Some type of lawyer.
I like to argue and I like to be right. I have this tremendous need to see
justice done.
Andrew:
I would be doing
what I'm doing right now - teaching music to kids. I absolutely love the job
and would still do it even if I didn't need the pay.
Do your characters ever
surprise you?
Margie:
Absolutely. Even
though I'm a plotter, I can't predict every nuance of the story. Sometimes the
characters have different – and better ideas. In my WIP, Drew has a lot more
strength and presence than I envisioned him. I like him a lot. One of my
vampires, Ladislav, is much nastier and layered than I planned, too. I think
that's one of the cool aspects of this job.
Andrew:
In this book, I was
surprised by my own connection to Gabe. I felt his emotion and his thoughts. I
never had a problem writing for him.
What could not do without
when you’re writing?
Margie:
The Internet. I use
it a hundred times a day for research and fact-checking.
What words of wisdom do you
have for the aspiring authors out there?
Margie:
Formulate a plan for
your writing career and work the plan. It doesn't have to be elaborate, but
give yourself a compass, a roadmap of what things you want to do. Then be
patient. Reader awareness of who you are, and success as an author, require
diligence and time.
Do you have a favourite
quote?
Margie:
When you get into a
tight place and everything seems to go against you, don't give up. For that is
precisely the time and the place the tide will turn.
What other books can your
readers look forward to?
Margie:
All of my books are
on Amazon. Since I'm multi-published, that's the fastest way to buy them. I'm
writing a m/m romance right now titled Krewe Daddy and after that, a sequel to
The 18th Floor, my erotic BDSM romance. I would expect something new
from me in the first quarter of 2012. This is the buy link to my current titles
EXCEPT Nopeming Shores: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&search-alias=digital-text&field-author=Margie%20Church The link to Nopeming Shores (the book will be on
Amazon in a few weeks. https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/335/Nopeming-Shores
Andrew:
Buy his book,
Tangled in Wisteria on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tangled-Wisteria-J-Andrew-Lockhart/dp/160247852X/ref=sr_1_sc_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1317772790&sr=1-1-spell
And finally can you share an
excerpt with us?
We'd be thrilled to! One random commenter will receive an eBook copy of
Nopeming Shores!
EXCERPT: Nopeming Shores by
Margie Church with J. Andrew Lockhart.
"You want to give
your two weeks' notice today?"
She brushed away the
last stray tear and sniffled. For the first time since she'd gotten the
devastating news of Gabe's death, she breathed normally. "I'm giving my
two minutes' notice. I'm sorry if it puts you in a bind, but I have to do this
for myself."
She stuck out her
hand. "Thanks for everything, Arthur. I've enjoyed working with you."
"Sleep on it. If
you change your mind, call me. This conversation never happened."
The tenderness in his
eyes touched her, but this was goodbye. To ease his concern, she pasted on a
warm smile. "Sure, thank you."
Her lunch bag crackled
as she fiddled with the paper sack. "Guess you'll have to find somebody
else to pick on about eating these."
Arthur smiled.
"Yeah, you're one of a kind, Lily. Good luck. Whatever you do. And come
back and visit sometime, when you're feeling up to it. We'd love to see you
anytime."
She nodded, and walked
out of the room.
Jana stood near the
shelves of breakfast items, her gaze fixed on Lily.
"I'm sorry I lost
my temper in the parking lot, Jana. It's been a rough few months."
Jana nodded.
"It's okay. I wish I could do something to help, but I always keep
steppin' in it."
She pointed to Lily's
lunch bag. "Want to eat together today?"
"I'm leaving."
"Okay, well, we
can do it tomorrow."
Nervous anxiety made
Lily's mouth dry as a wool sock. "I'm not just leaving for the day. I
quit. Right now. I'm leaving for good."
Jana's eyes widened.
"Really?"
Lily felt her
shoulders slump in resigned defeat. She nodded.
A quivering frown
tugged on the corners of Jana's lips. "I hope this is a good change for
you, Lily. And I hope we'll still be friends. I didn't mean to interfere or
hurt your feelings."
Emotion clogged Lily's
throat. "I know you meant well. I have to work through this myself.
Somehow, I have to accept . . . what happened. My life is different. Give me a
few days, and I'll call you. I promise."
Jana hugged her and
then patted her on the back.
"You take care
now." Sadness cloaked her voice. "I'm here if you need me. Don't
forget that."
"Thanks."
* * * * *
In his spirit state,
Gabe heard and watched the entire scene between his wife and Jana. He stood
behind Lily while she said goodbye to Jana. He walked out of the building with
Lily to the car. The wind caught a wisp of her hair, and he wished he could
tuck it behind her ear. He used to love stroking Lily's soft, wavy tresses.
Not yet.
She wasn't ready to know he was close by, trying to help her cope. Hell, he was
trying to cope, too. God had given Gabe a chance to help Lily, and himself, but
it was all in the timing. Gabe wouldn't get long. The Shepherd of Souls had
been very clear about that.
Lily drove out of the
parking lot, but instead of taking her usual direct route to the base exits,
she drove through the grounds.
In his spirit form,
Gabe followed her.
She slowed down near
one of the park benches.
We met there. Gabe recalled seeing Lily with her brown-bag lunch when he'd gone
jogging on the historic base. She'd caught his eye immediately. Her long,
graceful limbs and full lips captivated him. When she smiled, the sun seemed to
dim. Her charming demeanor wiped out all his defenses.
She'd shaded her eyes
to speak to him. "I've never seen you before."
"I was in Seattle
for some training, but I'm stationed here. Are you visiting your husband?"
She'd giggled this
wonderful, heart-warming sound, and her face turned the loveliest shade of
pink. Gabe knew in that moment, he was pretty much a goner.
"No, I'm not
married. I started working at the commissary last week."
"Well, if you
have lunch in the park, I'll be seeing you. I jog through here almost every
day."
Gabe didn't usually
take that route, but he was darn glad he had that day, and every day after.
Lily had waited for him, sometimes bringing along an extra bottle of water or a
piece of fruit for him. They'd talk for a little while, then he'd finish his
run, although his mind was never on physical fitness after he saw Lilianna
Carston.
Now Gabe sat on that
same bench, remembering the delight in her eyes when he'd asked her to dinner
the first time. They'd been almost inseparable after that date. They thought
they'd have a lifetime together.
He turned toward her
car and saw the strain on her face.
He watched her
shoulders rise and fall in a deep sigh before she drove away from the curb.
Gabe didn't get off
the bench and follow her. Being dead wasn't exactly halos and fluffy clouds for
him.
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Friday, 7 October 2011
Guest interview - Lorraine Nelson
I am delighted to welcome Lorraine Nelson to my mad house today with her debut novel Zakia and the Cowboy. Must say I am loving that title!
With a stalker following her every move, Zakia has no choice
but to flee the city. Her options limited, she runs to the only place she's
ever felt safe...the Thunder Creek Ranch and her ex-husband, Lucas.
Will he protect Zakia from the stalker? And if he does will
either of them be able to ignore the feelings that have simmered for so long,
ready to explode... before danger either draws them together or pulls them
apart.
Hmmm sounds fab, Lorraine!
Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
I am a mother of 3 boys, all grown, and have 5 grandchildren with another due in December. All boys except for the youngest, my little princess, Alexis. I live with an independent yet affectionate tomcat on the outskirts of the small town I grew up in.
What made you write ‘this’ story?
A woman named Zakia called in to the call center where I work. It was such an unusual name that I instantly pictured her in my mind and knew she’d feature in a story. After mulling over ideas for a few days, I jotted down some notes and began writing.
Describe a typical day’s writing for you
A typical day? Mornings see me taking my tea to my desk and checking emails, Facebook and the like. I hate interruptions when I’m writing and have been known to lock the door and turn off the phones. When I’m ready, I read over the last couple pages I’d written the day before and start writing, usually still in my pajamas. J I love peace and quiet when I’m writing to allow the muse full reign. LOL
Oh I love peace and quiet too, one day for me, one day...
What inspires you?
Life in general. An exotic name, an interesting travel brochure or commercial, memories. Ideas come from anywhere and everywhere.
If you weren’t a writer what would you be?
Either dead or bored stiff! I’ve always loved books. As a teenager, that’s what I spent all my babysitting money on. I always seemed to have a pencil in hand to jot down stories or poems that floated around in my head. Funny enough though, I never kept a diary or journal of any kind. Wish I had!
Do your characters ever surprise you?
All the time! I’m a pantser all the way and the characters take the story where they want it to go. I start with a general idea, but they take over.
What could you not do without when you’re writing?
The ever present cup of tea.
What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?
Keep writing, learning, improving your craft. Submit, submit, submit. Be patient, persistent and persevere. You’ll get there.
Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?
Retired and still writing. I love seeing a story evolve from virtually nothing more than an idea. Even if I never sold a book, I’d keep writing. It’s part of who I am.
Do you have a favourite quote?
Scarlett’s “Tomorrow, I’ll think about it tomorrow.” Applies well to the household chores when I’m writing.
Oh I adore Gone with the wind, Scarlett is such a great heroine!
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
Not really. When I sit down to write, I write. Sometimes there more to edit than others, but I always manage to get the words down. I suffer more from being the family chauffeur. Cuts into my writing time.
What other books can your readers look forward to?
Two of the sequels to Zakia and the Cowboy are in the works. Covert Mission: Sudden Love and Trouble at Thunder Creek. I’m also self-publishing a Christmas novella (sweet romance) on Amazon entitled His Christmas Wish.
And finally can you share an excerpt with us?
“Sorry,
Darlin’. Always a cowboy,” he apologized.
He sat on
the edge of the bed and struggled to remove his cowboy boots, then disposed of
pants, briefs and socks. When he looked up and saw the still smooth, silky skin
of her upper torso and full breasts partially covered by her beautiful, long,
blonde hair, he had to ask himself how he got to be so lucky. Déjà vu was very
much in existence as he admired the woman standing before him. Zakia was still
every bit the exquisite, sexy woman she’d been on their wedding night, only now
she was trying hard not to giggle.
“What’s so
funny,” he asked with a grin as he reached for her.
“Just a
little touch of déjà vu going on.”
“I was
thinking the same thing. You’re just as beautiful now as you were on our
wedding night,” he stated as he pulled her back into his arms.
“Well, I was
thinking it funny that you said those exact same words on our wedding night.”
“What
words?” he asked, curious and trying to think.
“Sorry,
Darlin’. Always a cowboy.”
“Ooohh, those
words. It’s true. A cowboy doesn’t go too far without his boots.”
“Did you
mean it, Luke?”
“Mean what?”
“That you
still think I’m beautiful.”
“Do I need
to install mirrors on every wall in the house?” he teased. “Yes, you are the
most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and sexily built. Now, shut up and kiss
me.”
“Oh, I so
like a man who knows what he wants,” she cooed.
When she
reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss filled with all the passion he
remembered, his heart soared. Gone was the polite restraint they’d held to
since her arrival. He kissed her back, longing for more, aching for the promise
her lips delivered.
His hands
moved to her breasts, rubbing and tweaking the nipples to turgid peaks, then
massaging the silken softness until she moaned against his mouth in pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, he took one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping
lightly before transferring his attention to the other one.
He worked
his way down her body, one kiss at a time, having to keep a tight rein on his
control as she breathed his name over and over again. Her body writhed beneath
him as he reached her sopping pussy, her unique scent driving him wild as
always. He parted her lips and kissed her, rubbing tiny circles on her clit
with his thumb. His other hand reached beneath her to fondle her ass as he
began sucking her, his tongue laving and prodding her wetness until he could
take no more. Rising up, he coaxed her legs apart with his knees and positioned
himself. As he looked into her desire-glazed eyes, he moved, pushing into her
with one hard thrust.
Then he
stilled. It had been as tight as their first time. “Did I hurt you?”
“Uh, uh.”
She shook her head as her body began to move, encouraging him to pull out and
push into her warmth again.
She grabbed
his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, and they fell into a rhythm that told of
their familiarity with each other. It was as if he’d gone back in time, back to
the days of love and laughter, caring and sharing their lives, completing each
other. He thrust in and out, faster, harder, seeking the rapture he’d only
found with the woman lying beneath him.
Thought took
a long, slow ride after that as they concentrated on catching up on years of
lost loving, and he was pleased to note, she still had that deep, husky,
pleading note in her voice when she screamed his name.
Great excerpt, Lorraine :-)
Find Lorraine here
Website: http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/lornelca
Zakia and the Cowboy now available at:
Doris, thank you for having me here today to help spread the word about my debut novel.
It was a pleasure.
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