The Cavanaugh House

The Cavanaugh House has arrived! When Jesse Graham unlocks the door to the deserted house she inherited from her Aunt Helen, she doesn’t realize she’s unlocking secrets that had lain dormant for years...

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Terri Herman-Ponce Talks About Her Past Life Series

My friend Terri Herman-Ponce hit several high-interest areas for me in her novel In This Life: ancient Egypt, past lives, psychology, and of course, romance. I am so happy to welcome you today, Terri. Talk about the books you’ve written.
I write the Past Life Series, which is about deadly do-overs and resurrected revenge. Love, lust, and murder wrapped up in a paranormal without the usual suspects. Here’s a short blurb:

When psychologist Lottie Morgan meets Galen, their encounter is as intense as it is eye opening. Something about him is familiar. His looks. His words. His touch…

Lottie can’t resist the urge to know more about him, or the smoldering memories that surface every time he’s near. Only Galen’s keeping a dangerous secret, one linked to a life shared thousands of years ago. One that could destroy the relationship Lottie has with her current lover David.
As Lottie and David discover connections between their ancient lives and their present one and search for answers others would kill to keep buried, they unearth a link to a past neither one is prepared to face. One filled with mystery where powerful passions ignite and deadly deceptions begin.
One reviewer in particular summed it up best: “This series is going to be really good.”

As all authors know, never fall in love with your first draft. How do you handle major rewrites?
LOVE THEM. I know. You’re all probably thinking I’m insane, right? But here’s the thing. I love to be challenged in my writing. My best friend and beta reader is my biggest ally and my biggest critic, and she knows just how to push me harder and harder to get the story where it needs to be. And there are times, like right now with the next book I’m working on, where she’ll come back and say, “Nope, I don’t recognize your characters anymore and the story has drifted. Go back to work.” Then she’ll give me some very general ideas on a fix, and somehow those suggestions inspire me to rewrite. What keeps me going is that I KNOW the scene and the story will be better for it, and that’s why I have no issues giving up all my free time to shred my work to pieces because I know when I’m done I’ll be proud of the end product and will know I gave it my all.

That is a great attitude toward revision! How do you handle spicy sex scenes and relatives? Are your family and friends supportive or do they choose not to read your books because of its sensual nature?
Hmm. My books don't have explicit sex scenes but there is sex in them. In particular, Covet has sex scenes and what made those scenes interesting was that I wrote them from an Alpha Male’s point of view. And a male point of view, especially when it comes to sex, is nothing like a female point of view. Definitely Mars versus Venus. But here’s the thing. Long ago, I used to blush at the thought of writing sex scenes knowing family and friends might read them. But I don’t let that stress me anymore because I’m all about writing the best story I can. If that means writing sex, then I’m going to do it. For me, my biggest concern is getting the scene right, because even sex scenes need conflict and tension, you know? It’s all about pushing buttons and getting the story to move forward, sex or no sex.

What do you keep in mind as you write? An overarching question? A theme? The last line of the book?
I write with a feeling that stays with me, and images that haunt me. For me, writing is like seeing a movie on a big screen, but I’m very intuitive so it’s not just the words or the pictures that motivate me—it’s the emotions that I feel on behalf of my characters. And music. Definitely music that channels character emotion and story mood. In fact, I’ll create story playlists for every book I write and will listen to it over and over for writing inspiration. You see, I’m always living in a state of ‘what if’. What if ABC happens to my characters? What if XYZ happens to the enemy? I love pushing the people I write about, to see where their weaknesses are and how I can capitalize on those weaknesses for the sake of a more entertaining story. I live for pushing the edge, harder and harder and harder, until the scene gets SO big in my head I know I’ve hit the mark.

That’s a fascinating process. What books have influenced you as a writer?
I have an author influence and a book influence.

My author influence is Jennifer Crusie, who I studied under when I first started writing seriously years ago. I belonged to a writers group called The Cherries, and I learned so much about the craft from Jenny that I still refer to, even to this day. Oh, I still take refresher classes from other groups and organizations to keep learning about writing, all of which have been outstanding, but I can still hear Jenny’s voice constantly reminding me: Where’s the conflict in the story? You have to have conflict! Now go back and write this whole thing over!
As for my book influence? Anything written by Robert Crais. To me, he’s a true master.

What are you currently working on?
Oh, now this I’m excited to share! I just finished the first draft of Yesterday People, Book 3 of the Past Life Series, which is currently being torn apart by my best friend and beta reader. While she does that (I’m hopeful to release at the end of this year), I’ve started working on a standalone that’s not part of the Series. I actually wrote a first draft of this particular novel last year, which got pushed to the side after my best friend read it and said that it sucked big ones. So I pushed it away and worked on Yesterday People instead and, and once I got that book out of my head I dug back into the standalone. It’s become a total rewrite, but I’m loving it like crazy! Think Gone Girl meets The Wolf of Wall Street. And that’s all I’m going to say about that. J

Sounds intriguing. How do you balance writing, marketing, promoting, bookkeeping, family and work?
I have no freaking idea. I’m up at 4:30 in the morning to go to work in downtown New York City. I write on the train to work, and on the train from work, and at night after dinner has been cooked and served. I write and market and edit on weekends, and do the laundry and ironing and food shopping, and act as den mother to my college-age son’s friends who often come over as an extended family. But what keeps me going, what keeps me focused on my writing despite my ‘real life’, is that it doesn’t feel like work. I love writing SO much that I just can’t picture a day without it. So even though I’m crazy busy, I make it work. You know the old phrase, “If you want something done, give it to the busiest person you know.” Well, that’s me!

Thanks for taking time to be my guest today, Terri. Best wishes for great success with your Past Life Series and your WIP standalone.

About Terri:
Terri looks for any opportunity to make stuff up. She thinks anything that can’t so easily be explained is worth an extra look and often makes a great story. She loves red wine, scotch, sunrises, Ancient Egypt, the beach—and a host of other stuff that would take too much real estate to talk about. The youngest of five children, Terri lives with her husband and son on Long Island. And, in her next life, if she hasn’t moved on to somewhere else, she wants to be an astronomer. Terri’s fascinated with the night skies almost as much as she’s fascinated with ancient Egypt.

Terri is a member of member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America, and you can read about her at http://terriponce.com/.
If you love social media, you can also find Terri on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Terri.Ponce.Author and on Twitter at https://twitter.com/TerriPonce. Come visit. She’d love to hear from you!

Buy links for Terri’s books:
IN THIS LIFE:          
http://smarturl.it/InThisLife
COVET:                     http://smarturl.it/Covet_PastLifeSeries



Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Deborah O'Neill Cordes Looks to the Past to Write About the Future

Today I welcome my good friend and one of my favorite authors, Deborah O’Neill Cordes. Deborah’s book, Dragon Dawn will be a Kindle Countdown Deal—only 99 cents (99 pence in the UK)—from Aug. 16- Aug 22. Today Deborah talks about how genealogy has inspired her writing. 


It's All Relative, Mr. Pitt
 by Deborah O'Neill Cordes


Genealogy is one of my passions. It's a fascinating avocation for me, but it does have a down side, in that at times it's become positively addictive. As a novelist with multiple works-in-progress, I've had to cut down the time I spend researching the family tree. And yet, I don't believe I've frittered away the hours digging into past lives, because the information has provided the framework for several of my plots. If I hadn't done genealogy, I wouldn't have found some amazing and little known stories to weave into my novels.

Ever heard of King Alaric I of the Visigoths, his brother-in-law, Athaulf, and the Roman princess, Galla Placidia? I first learned of their heroic tales during research into one of my most ancient lineages, which goes back to the fifth century A.D. Their stories sparked the plot of the Morgan O'Neill Roman time travel series, which I co-author with Cary Morgan Frates. And how about King Otto and Queen Adelaide? Their amazing historical romance provided the fodder for our Italian time travel series. But, perhaps, the most astonishing tale comes from the Stroganoff family of Russia, part of my maternal family. The bloody tale of an ancestor who was skinned alive seemed a natural thread to weave into my own sci-fi, time travel novel, Dragon Dawn, Book One of the Dinosaurian Time Travel Series. To make it even more interesting, I gave my Dragon Dawn heroine that ancient Russian surname, and astronaut Dawn Stroganoff was born!



Genealogy has also given me a foot in the door of Hollywood. But I'm not talking about movie deals or TV miniseries – I'm talking cousins. Distant cousins, that is! You see, a lot of us here in North America descend from the Pilgrims; in fact, the numbers are probably in the tens of millions. Many have lost information about their family tree and don't realize they have Pilgrim heritage. For years, I had no idea I had it, either. And then, a few years ago – bingo! – I found several lines with direct connections to the 1600s and early Massachusetts. Dozen of famous, infamous, and historical figures also descend from that small group of Pilgrim settlers, and I was amazed to discover I'm related to Lucille Ball, Richard Gere, the Fondas, Sigourney Weaver, Paul Revere, the Roosevelt family, and Benedict Arnold.

But what connection literally floored me? Why, Brad Pitt, of course! We both descend from Nathaniel Tilden and Lydia Huckstep, who were born in sixteenth century England, but who immigrated with their seven children to the New World in 1635, on the ship Hercules. I descend from their son, Thomas Tilden, while Brad Pitt descends from their daughter, Sarah. This makes us eleventh cousins. I've loved Brad since first seeing him in the film "Legends of the Fall," but I most admire him for his philanthropic and environmental work, including his wonderful rebuilding project in New Orleans. My next goal is to find out if I'm also related to Brad's "better half," the actress and humanitarian Angelina Jolie. Wouldn't that be amazing?

Did I waste my time pouring over genealogy records? Of course not! Wherever your passions lead, you'll find enrichment, which can add so much to other aspects of your life. Once my works-in-progress are done, I'll delve back into my ancestral world. I can't wait to see what I discover next. Or what new projects blossom from my family tree.

Now, I've got a few questions for you – do you have a famous ancestor, or distant cousin? If so, let us know here! Or if you don't have a connection at this time, whom would you most like to have in your family tree?  Best wishes, and thank you so much.


Deborah’s bio and website links:

Deborah O’Neill Cordes is an award-winning screenwriter and novelist of historical and speculative fiction. She is the author of the sci-fi time travel novel, Dragon Dawn, Book One of the Dinosaurian Time Travel Series, which blends fields of study she loves in equal measure; Deborah holds a bachelor’s degree in zoology and a master’s degree in history. She is also the co-author of the Morgan O’Neill time travel novels. Deborah resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two West Highland White Terriers, who, alas, are precocious terriers and therefore never white.

Deborah’s website:  http://deborahoneillcordes.com/

Morgan O’Neill website: http://www.morganoneill.com/

Buy Dragon Dawn at: 




Dragon Dawn book blurb:

What if the extinction of the dinosaurs hadn’t occurred?  An alien stranded on Mars is determined to find out by sending human astronauts back in time to rewrite Earth’s past. But a female astronaut, through a strange twist of fate, survives the change in the space-time continuum.  After finding herself in a dinosaurian body, she must race against time – and the formidable alien – to restore the universe to its rightful course.


Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Teresa Blue's Man of Her Dreams - A Dream of a Deal!

My friend Teresa Blue has a deal for you! Her romance, Man of Her Dreams, is a Kindle Countdown Deal for 99 cents for a few days only! Go to Amazon to order your copy right now! Well, after you finish reading this post and leaving a comment, anyway.

I’m so happy to be here musing with Elizabeth, a fellow Crimson Sister and also a chapter mate of MidMichigan RWA. We experienced our first sales and book signing together at an RWA weekend retreat in 2012. My how time flies!

So good to have you as my guest today, Teresa! We had a great time at that writers’ retreat. Why not tell a little about yourself.
I grew up in a very small community when the biggest thing to do was to go swimming off the train bridge. Seriously. We dove head first into the muddy St. Joe river and swam for hours.
Later, my friend and I would get our suntans while reading romance comic books. Years later, I joined the DoubleDay Book Club and anxiously waited for the hardcover books to arrive each month in the mail. Continuing sagas from authors such as Rebecca Brandewyne, Laurie McBain, and Johanna Lindsey. I didn’t want the stories to end and so I started adding to it for my own enjoyment.

How wonderful that your career as a writer began in your teens as a reader. What was the first seed of an idea you had for your book? How did it develop?
I came across a doll my kids passed from the oldest to the youngest while growing up. Often times I would catch my daughter muttering in her beloved doll’s ear with her tiny arms wrapped around its neck. Or catch my son and Bobby giggling wildly as I tucked them both beneath the covers. Bobby heard all their secrets, had gone on surgeries, sleepovers, and even abandonment when he’d become lost in the back of the station wagon.
I knew he was special when my granddaughter pulled him from the bottom of the toy box and using the same hold her mom had used, took possession of the doll.
My writer’s imagination took hold and I wanted to explore this special bond.

How cool! Writers can find inspiration everywhere. What kind of response do you get when you tell people you are an author?
I rarely tell anyone that I’m a writer. Usually it’s my kids who mention the fact their mother has written a book. A funny story, my daughter was at a job interview with a male executive and the conversation turned to ereaders. My daughter then proceeds to give him the entire rundown on my book, title, even where it could be purchased.
Gotta love family!

She is your number one marketer! Do you keep a notebook in your pocket, briefcase, purse, or on your beside table to write down ideas that come to you right away so you don’t forget them? Have any of these ideas developed into a successful piece?
I do carry a small notebook but find the back of bank receipts or napkins work well too. At one time I purchased one of those small hand-held recorders to keep beside my bed so when the brilliant plot issue is resolved in a dream, I could record it. That didn’t work out though because every time I tried, carefully leaning over the nightstand and whispering into the mic, hubby never failed to ask who I was talking to. I’ve never gotten anything out of that except a strange look.

How has writing this book changed you?
Reading was always full bliss for me and I could dive into a story fully attached and ready to fall in love. Now, after being introduced to RWA and discovering pov’s and scene/sequel, the whole reading process for me changed. I can be reading along one moment marveling at how wonderful the author uses description or emotion and I find myself slowing down to absorb the technique. Or perhaps grumbling out loud because of a jarring head-hop that I’d drilled was unacceptable writing and wonder why on earth they were allowed to get away with such violations?

I agree. Sometimes it’s hard to let go of our craft and just enjoy a book. What are you working on now?
My next book is a sequel with Leslie’s parents, Dottie and Earl, who are celebrating 30-something years on the back of a Honda motorcycle. Tentatively titled Glory Daze. 

Back cover blurb: Man of Her Dreams
Leslie Stone stumbles upon her fiancĂ© cheating with the maid of honor just days before her wedding. Determined to put distance between them, she heads to the family’s cabin in Sleeping Falls, Michigan. Unfortunately, her car barely hit the city limits before breaking down. And with no money for repairs, the scrolling marquee above the biker bar advertising a mechanical bull riding contest seems like a perfect solution.
Jay Westfield learned at an early age to avoid women who chase the limelight. After all, his mother had been the star attraction in Harvey’s Traveling show. The minute Leslie clears the door in cut-offs and skimpy tank top, things heat up. She’s on a mission and he wants no part of it. The last thing he expects is the attraction he feels seeing her on the back of Old Iron.
Add a squeezy rag doll named Mr. Jingles, the colorful antics of newfound friend, and the renowned tarot-card reader Madame Luella. Leslie’s about to discover in order to find the man of her dreams she must be willing to believe in magic.

Excerpt from Man of Her Dreams:
Jay has just found his mother, Madame Luella, who ran out on him when he was a boy.
    Jay entered the Bull Pen to find a handful of guys watching a ball game from a television mounted in the corner. 
        Rowdy stood at the end of the bar, looked up and nodded to Jay. “Haven’t seen you since the other night.” The blue do-rag tied across Rowdy’s head hid his receding hairline. He shook Jay’s hand. “I’m glad you stopped by. I wanted to apologize. I’m sorry about that business with Spike. He can be an asshole when he’s had too much to drink.”    
      “Don’t worry about it,” Jay said. “Shit happens. Spike will get what’s coming to him.”
      “Yeah,” Rowdy said. “They always do.” He placed one hand on the bar. “What can I get you?”
      “My usual.”
     Colorful bottles of all shapes and sizes lined the shelf.  Rowdy grabbed a glass and filled it with crushed ice. His hand hovered over a square bottle of Jack Daniels. “You sure that’s all you want? Nothing else?”
     “Positive. Iced tea, no sugar.”
     Rowdy poured the tea, the amber colored liquid looked enough like whiskey to fool anyone. Not that Jay cared one way or the other. It may be a biker bar, but if Jay wanted a tall glass of milk, he’d order one. He didn’t give a damn what people thought. He preferred tea. And Reba made it strong, just the way he liked. 

      Rowdy set the bottle of whiskey on the bar. “In case you change your mind,” he said, and wandered back to the end of the bar to watch the game.
     Jay wiped the moisture on the glass, the beads of condensation wetting his hands. He needed to get a grip before going home. The Bull Pen might not be the best choice, but at least he wasn’t alone.
    Regardless how many years he spent putting the past behind him, nothing had really changed. Seeing Luella brought it all full-circle. Her appearance, the hot-pink camper, right down to the phony crystal ball she kept on the table, all verified everything was still the same. He was still the same. Like a stupid mutt, he’d only been chasing his tail.
    Foolishly, he’d hoped if he put enough distance and time behind him, worked hard and lived right, he’d be able to look himself in the mirror and not see the ugliness of his past.
   Tonight, he realized that would never happen. Nothing could change who he was or where he’d come from.
   The man picked his trousers off the floor while Luella staggered into the bathroom. Jay sat at the table and gulped down his cereal, hoping the guy would leave before Sonny arrived. The two always rode their bikes to school together.
   Jay needed to ask his mom for lunch money. If she didn’t come out of the bathroom soon, he’d be late. Jay tapped on the door. “Mom,” he said. “I need money for lunch.”
   Luella cracked the door and poked her head out. “Steve, give the kid some money, will you? I’ll pay you back later.” She smiled, “with interest.” The dark smudges of last night’s makeup gave her a ghoulish appearance.
   “Forget it,” Jay said, and attempted to pass Steve in the cramped hallway. “I don’t want his money. I’d rather starve than have you owe him anything.”
The bathroom door had already closed and he could hear her vomiting. His chest hurt and he needed clean air, the sour stench seeping into the hall.
Steve held out a five dollar bill.
    “Take it kid. You want to grow up to be big and strong, don’t ya? He swayed and leaned hard against the thin paneled wall.
   “Forget it,” Jay said, and started to slide past the guy.
   Steve grabbed the back of Jay’s shirt. “What’s your problem? Here I am trying to be nice to you. Let me tell you something, kid. You should be happy with five dollars. It’s more than she’s worth. I could buy your mother, hell; I could buy your whole fucking family with the change I’ve got in my pocket! What’d you think of that Mr. High and fucking mighty?”
   The material of Jay’s shirt stretched and he squirmed out of the shirt and broke free. His footsteps pounded the floor as he raced through the kitchen and out the door. “Worthless piece of shit!” the man’s angry words followed him and still rang in his head long after the school bell.

   Jay crushed the ice between his teeth fighting the urge to slump against the bar. His throat burned. It wasn’t that he felt sorry for himself. Hell no. He rubbed his eyes and lowered his head into his hand. It was just that life could be such a bitch.

Author Bio: Teresa grew up in an old-fashioned hometown that stretched for exactly one block. The summers were scorching. And life seemed to crawl. She discovered that reading could take her to new places and on exciting adventures. By the time she entered high school, she had sailed the high seas with Captains and rode the English countryside with highwaymen, robbed stages— well, you get the idea, she fell head over heels in love with the romance genre.


Also by Teresa Blue: A paranormal romance- Night Bird …because sometimes death is only the beginning.  

And coming soon from Boroughs Publishing Groups, romantic suspense Letters From Inside.

For more updates visit:  

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Great Review of The Cavanaugh House!

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Emma Barron's The Glass Orchid is a Regency Delight

Emma Barron is a fellow Crimson Romance author whose historical romance, The Glass Orchid, is included in the Time After Time bundle with Love’s Destiny.  Emma, I am so pleased to be “bundled” with you. Tell us a little about yourself.
I’ve had several careers in my life: student (yes, I made it into a career), ecologist, lawyer—but romance novelist has been by far my favorite. I currently live in Upstate New York with my husband, young daughter, and two large and impressively boisterous dogs.

Hey, I’m originally from upstate New York—a beautiful state, isn’t it? Talk about the book(s) you’ve written. What was the first seed of an idea you had for your book? How did it develop? The Glass Orchid explores what happens at the intersection of love and the Regency’s strict social constraints. I wanted to examine how the characters would navigate issues of love, freedom, independence, and individual choice during a time when those things weren’t necessarily valued.

Those ideas are why I love historicals. Has writing changed how you read books now?
It definitely has. I’m much more aware of the mechanics of the writing in each book I read. Sometimes I have to remind myself to turn off the “writer” part of my brain so I stop analyzing sentence structure and word use, and just relax into “reader mode” so I fully enjoy the story.

What kind of response do you get when you tell people you are an author?
The response is always along the lines of, “That’s so cool!” And it is! I get to spend my days letting my imagination run wild—and get paid for it!

What are you currently working on?
I’m currently promoting my latest release, Exposed. It’s a contemporary romance set in New York and the Caribbean. I’m also writing my next book, which features a spicy mix of humor, romance, and suspense. Check out my website or facebook page for updates!

I just peeked at your preview of Exposed and oooh lala!! Thank you for being my guest today, Emma. I wish you all best with your writing!

Visit Emma at:
Email: emma (at) emmabarronbooks.com
Twitter: @barron_emma

Buy The Glass Orchid at



Monday, July 21, 2014

The Cavanaugh House is a Kindle Countdown Deal!

For a limited time, The Cavanaugh House will be available for 99 cents on Amazon. Part of Amazon's Kindle Countdown Deals, this sale will last through July 28, so order your copy today at tinyurl.com/kk8v4bk





Excerpt:



T

his house held secrets.  Secrets that wafted through rotting window sashes on the winter wind.  Secrets that spiders wove into webs anchored between the ceiling and walls. Secrets that scuttled on the feet of cockroaches across stained kitchen linoleum and scurried into its cracks. Secrets that peered from holes in the baseboard from glinting mouse eyes. This house held the secrets close to its bosom where they had slept for decades. No one had disturbed these secrets in all the years the house sat decaying from neglect. There was no reason to, and there was no desire.

June 1968
This might be the biggest mistake I’ve made yet, thought Jesse Graham.
She climbed out of her three-year-old yellow 1965 Volkswagen Beetle and waded through tall grass and weeds that scratched at her sandal-clad feet. Looming before her, the two-story house—her house—hovered, insinuating more height than it could actually claim. Wrapped in chipped and peeling greenish-yellow paint, the house looked weary, and the once-red front door had faded to a dull russet. The roof sagged, and the tiny porch appeared to be giving up the fight to support the small roof above it. She stared at the house, and the windows stared back, blank. Above the front door, two windows mirrored her dismay as the wood trim above them bowed down. In her twenty-eight years, she had never seen a sadder looking house.
“Oh my God, what have I done?” she breathed...

***

Mustering her courage, she pulled the fabric off the sofa. She shrieked as a flurry of grey shapes scattered in all directions—one straight toward her. She panicked as paws scurried across her sandaled foot. Mice! Goosebumps prickled her skin and adrenalin shot though her body. Heart pounding, she ran out the front door, off the porch and bolted to her car. Her knees gave out and she collapsed, trembling.
“Are you okay?”
Grabbing the door handle, she pulled herself up and looked around for the voice’s owner.
“I’m over here,” he said.
She looked toward the road and saw a blue pickup truck at the end of the driveway. Leaning out the driver’s-side window was a man about her age, with tousled red hair. Humor lit up his mouth and softened his strong jawline and rugged face.
“Are you okay?” he repeated as he climbed out of his truck and started toward her.
Jesse brushed herself off and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said.
She saw his hazel eyes twinkle with amusement.
“I can see that. In a hurry to get somewhere? I noticed your quick exit.”
She looked at her watch and gasped.  It was after 2 p.m. If she were going to get any utilities started, she needed to get to town.
“I need to get my utilities started.”
Oh, that sounded intelligent. She was a little off balance, and not just because of the mice encounter; this man’s gaze was warm and unsettling. He chuckled.
“Well, I would never want to keep a woman from that.”
“What I mean is…”
He held out his hand.
“Joe Riley.” 








Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Emma Barry's "Brave in Heart" is the Civil War Novel in Time After Time

While Love’s Destiny covers the American Revolution, Emma Barry’s Brave in Heart is set the Civil War era in the TimeAfter Time bundle. I am absolutely bowled over by the commitment to accuracy that this author brings to her books. Welcome, Emma, please tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a graduate student finishing a PhD in American studies. Brave in Heart started out as daydreaming during my dissertation research. While I still dabble in historical romance, at this point I’m writing mostly contemporary and I’ve started freelance editing. I have two young kids, a wonderful husband, a big garden, a crazy puppy, and an aloof cat.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Viking Fire by Andrea Cooper is One of the Books Included in Time After Time

Andrea Cooper is a fellow Crimson Romance author whose book Viking Fire is also included in the Time After Time bundle. Did I mention that Time After Time is a bundle of 10 historical romances set in various time periods, and it is available for $.99 at Amazon and CrimsonRomance? I am so pleased to have Love’sDestiny bundled with Viking Fire, and I welcome Andrea to my blog today. Tell us about yourself, Andrea.
I’m a wife and mom. Until July 2010, I was a Senior Buyer for a Petroleum Company. Then my one-year old at the time kept getting sick in daycare. After he had the flu, was dehydrated, and hospitalized for three days at six months old, we started to seriously consider me staying home (since my husband made more money at the time-otherwise, he’d have stayed home). I loved my job, but I loved my child and his health more.
Now I’m a stay-at-home mom to three kids: 19 year old son, 4year (soon to be 5year old) son, and a twenty-month old daughter.
I write to stay sane because I have no other talents (Arts/Crafts?- yeah, right. Sewing? – not unless crooked is a trendy fashion. Cooking? – only because I have to or we’d starve. Gardening? – that involves bugs, right? No thanks I run from wasps and roaches.)
I enjoy reading, writing, Zumba and dancing.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Mike Martin Talks About the Inspiration for his Sgt. Windflower Mysteries

Today I welcome author Mike Martin to my blog. Mike is a mystery writer who is inspired by his seacoast surroundings. Welcome to my blog, Mike. Please tell us about yourself.
I was born in Newfoundland, on the east coast of Canada. I currently live and write in Ottawa, the capital city of Canada. I have always loved books and reading and can remember writing poems and short stories when I was quite small. I looked for jobs that had an element of writing to them but didn’t really start writing a lot until my forties. Since that time I have been a freelance writer and now have three fiction books published as part of the Sgt. Windflower Mystery Series.

How would you describe your writing process? Do you outline? Let the muse lead you? Or something else?
I am a truly creative writer in that I draw my writing from my imagination and try to connect to the creative current that’s inside all of us. I never plot out stories but simply write when I am inspired. I do have to be disciplined and write every day. You never know when the creative muse might decide to leave. The fun of writing, IMHO, is in watching the story unfold from your imagination, just like the reader does. The characters come. They tell the story. I write it down. I get to say where the story begins, and where it ends. At least for now.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Rachel Donnelly brings the Wild West to Time After Time


Rachel Donnelly sets her historical romance in the Wild West—such a romantic time period for America. Her novel, Lady Broke, is included in the Time After Time bundle from Crimson Romance. Welcome to my blog, Rachel. Please tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a writer, teacher, mother, wife who lives on a ninety acre farm built in 1860 where I plot and plant and dream and sew.

Talk about Lady Broke. What was the first seed of an idea you had for your book? How did it develop?
Lady Broke is an adventure romance set in the old west. I had always wanted to write a western with outlaws and a sexy gritty hero. It’s a very romantic time. I love the history and the research. I’ve loved writing in the medieval and regency eras as well.

Who doesn’t love cowboys? How would you describe your writing process? Do you outline? Let the muse lead you? Or something else?
I’m more of a panster than a plotter. I keep a file while I’m writing with character descriptions to keep everyone straight and a timeline, since I like to write in scenes and that can turn into a bit of a wild ride. But, I would never write out a detailed plot. That would suck the fun out of it for me. Though I do have plot structure diagrams and snippets of theory plastered all over my office and have read Swain from cover to cover three or four times as well as many other writers’ journeys.

Writing is an art as well as a craft. Over analyzing it kills it dead. I agree with Hemingway, “Write drunk, edit sober.” At least that’s what I aim for. But, some days my inner editor won’t shut the hell up and I spend hours working one paragraph, pacing from the office to the kitchen, eating celery, drinking coffee and staring out at the pond.

Monday, July 7, 2014

A Bundle of Love Has Arrived!



From Regency England to the American Civil War, from the Wild West to Viking battles for territory, Time After Time delivers the gallantry, the color, the passion of yesterday that captures every historical romance lover’s heart. Fall in love with these ten titles from some of Crimson’s brightest stars:

I am pleased to announce that Love’s Destiny is part of a new offering from Crimson Romance. As you can see below, this will be a delightful buffet for any historical romance fan because it covers such diverse eras. My publisher, Crimson Romance, is very excited about this new release, “This summer, Crimson will be offering eBook bundles of some of our favorite titles!…coming in July we're excited to bring you Time After Time: 10 Sweeping Historical Romances from Every Era"



Available July 7, the following titles will be included in the Time After Time bundle:


 
 
 

 

 



Many of these authors will be visiting my blog to talk about their books, so stay tuned.
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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Elf Ahearn's "Regency Romance with a Gothic Twist"

Today I welcome Elf Ahearn to my blog. Elf’s novel A Rogue in Sheep’s Clothing is one of the 10 historical romance novels included in the Time After Time bundle from Crimson Romance.


1. Of all the historical time periods that a writer could choose from, you've picked the Regency era for your series. Could you talk about why that specific time appealed to you?

My sister is totally into Regency romances, she won’t read anything else, so to guarantee at least one sale… well, I had no choice (Not true – she’d read any dribble I scratched on paper).  The real story is that the Regency chose me. I wanted to write something with sex and adventure – women risking everything – their reputations, their lives, their fortunes, for love. It’s very freeing that Ellie Albright, the heroine in A Rogue in Sheep’s Clothing, can’t clap a cell phone to her ear and call the police when she’s in trouble; Hugh Davenport, my hero, can’t access a therapist to work out his hostility towards his mother, and my villain can’t be found via his credit card purchases. Working in the past is awesome.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

A Chat with Author Marie Patrick

Today I welcome author Marie Patrick to my blog. Marie’s book, A Treasure Worth Keeping is one of the 10 included in the historical romance bundle, Time After Time which also includes Love’s Destiny. Welcome, Marie! Please tell us a little about yourself.
Thank you so much for having me on Meyette’s Musings and to answer your question, I’m a wife, mother, dog lover, friend…oh wait, you don’t want to know that. I’m an author! Yup! I’ve been writing since I was fourteen. At first, I wrote little stories about what I wanted my life to be like when I grew up and then the most amazing thing happened…I read my first historical romance. From that moment on, I wanted to write stories about history and the people who lived in times past. 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Christy Newton Packs Love and Suspense in Her Novels

Today I welcome Christy Newton to my blog. Christy is the author of six novels and in order to show them all off, we’re keeping the interview short and sweet today. Welcome, Christy! Please tell us a little about yourself.

I live in Indiana with my hubby, two daughters and a toy poodle named Lola.
How did you celebrate the publication of your first book?
You mean after I quit jumping up and down? LOL I think I may have eaten some dark chocolate and bought my own books.

How would you describe your writing process? Do you outline? Let the muse lead you? Or something else?
I never outline. I am a pantser all the way!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Wise Words from Ellen Parker

First I want to thank Elizabeth for hosting me today. And in case you look at my name and say “who’s this?” let me tell you a little about myself.
            Long ago (decades) and far away (hundreds of miles from my current home), I grew up on a small
dairy farm outside an equally small village. We shared our house with books and magazines of all types. A search of our bookshelves during those years would have revealed schoolbooks, magazines, children’s books from the Little Golden series to chapter books to classic literature, plus a little serious history from Book of the Month.
            Life happens. Children grow up and move away to establish homes and careers. Events influence the amount and type of reading a person accomplishes. Then one year I must have encountered two or more books close together that made me think, “I can write better than that.” Spellcheck had come along by then and made life a lot easier for the woman who could never remember all the exceptions to the spelling rules. I practiced by doing and took an occasional workshop at the local community college. This is where I received the best writing advice in four simple words.
            Join a writing group.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Cavanaugh House Goodreads Giveaway

I love TheCavanaugh House so much that I want to share it with you! So, I have a Goodreads Giveaway going on and you could be the lucky winner of a free autographed copy of my book. Just click on the button next to this post to enter. To further entice you, here is an excerpt:


June 1968

This might be the biggest mistake I’ve made yet, thought Jesse Graham.

She climbed out of her three-year-old yellow 1965 Volkswagen Beetle and waded through tall grass and weeds that scratched at her sandal-clad feet. Looming before her, the two-story house—her house—hovered, insinuating more height than it could actually claim. Wrapped in chipped and peeling greenish-yellow paint, the house looked weary, and the once-red front door had faded to a dull russet. The roof sagged, and the tiny porch appeared to be giving up the fight to support the small roof above it. She stared at the house, and the windows stared back, blank. Above the front door, two windows mirrored her dismay as the wood trim above them bowed down. In her twenty-eight years, she had never seen a sadder looking house.

“Oh my God, what have I done?” she breathed…

The house was wider than it was deep, although an addition at the back accommodated a kitchen. Two outbuildings stood farther back on the property, one an outhouse, the other a small carriage house.

“Oh, Lord, I hope there’s indoor plumbing.”

Plumbing! Not yet; she hadn’t contacted the local utility companies to have water or gas and electricity turned on in the house. She checked her watch, relieved to see that it was just 1:30 p.m. She still had time to make it into town and take care of that.

Returning to her car, she rustled through her purse in search of the keys her mother had given her. Her fingers found the horseshoe-shaped key ring, smooth brass worn down by years of use holding three keys: a standard Yale lock key, a smaller brass key and a skeleton key. She headed for the front door and tested the first of three steps leading up to the porch.  Feeling confident that they would hold her, she climbed them and faced the door. Her body tingled as if ants crawled beneath her skin; what would she find in there? This was the first step to her new-found independence. No one was coming to her aid if her plans failed. The house was a tumbled-down mess, but wasn’t she as well? She had burned many bridges in Rochester, and the bridge with her mother was smoldering. Her father had been out of the picture for years, and she was an only child. Her dear friend Maggie was her sole support system.

Whatever existed on the other side of the door was now a part of her existence, too. This abandoned and rejected house was all she had. And she was all this house had. We’re in this together. Straightening her shoulders, she took a deep breath and selected the key.  She was surprised that the Yale key worked so easily in the old lock. Her heart pounded as she turned the doorknob and entered the house.

It took a moment for Jesse’s eyes to adjust to the dim interior, for the windows were thick with grime, and the trees filtered out most of the sunlight. The centrally located door opened into a small foyer, a room on either side. Straight ahead was a staircase, and beside it, a hall led to the kitchen. Musty air invaded her nostrils, dust turned everything a dull pale gray, and she felt ancient, powdery motes settle upon her like a second skin. Lacy cobwebs stretched from the high corners to the brass light fixtures hanging in the middle of the ceilings. She heard scurrying at the far end of the hall and resisted the urge to run outside.

To her right was the dining room with a door on the far wall that led back to the kitchen. Turning left, she entered the living room, sparsely furnished with drop cloths draped over the pieces. A chair sat perpendicular to a sofa with a round coffee table in front. A floor lamp hung its head in the space between the sofa and chair, and nestled in a far corner was an oak secretary with a drop-down desk. Drooping at the windows were barkcloth drapes that once had boasted white gardenias on a rose background, but now hung in faded tatters, eaten away by dry rot.
Jesse turned slowly, surveying the room.

“Wow,” she said. “Wow, wow, wow.”

Her thoughts traveled to Robert’s apartment with its white leather furniture, glass and chrome accent tables, and carpeting so thick it was like walking on moss. It was as though she was on a “Rat Pack” set when she was there; everything was sleek and modern, tasteful and expensive. She had lived in that world for the past two years. And like its furnishings, that world had turned out to be less ideal than it appeared. A world more than just miles away from this dilapidated house.

Mustering her courage, she pulled the fabric off the sofa. She shrieked as a flurry of grey shapes scattered in all directions—one straight toward her. She panicked as paws scurried across her sandaled foot. Mice! Goosebumps prickled her skin and adrenalin shot though her body. Heart pounding, she ran out the front door, off the porch and bolted to her car. Her knees gave out and she collapsed, trembling.

“Are you okay?”

Grabbing the door handle, she pulled herself up and looked around for the voice’s owner.

“I’m over here,” he said.

She looked toward the road and saw a blue pickup truck at the end of the driveway. Leaning out the driver’s-side window was a man about her age, with tousled red hair. Humor lit up his mouth and softened his strong jawline and rugged face.

“Are you okay?” he repeated as he climbed out of his truck and started toward her.

Jesse brushed herself off and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said.

She saw his hazel eyes twinkle with amusement.

“I can see that. In a hurry to get somewhere? I noticed your quick exit.”

She looked at her watch and gasped.  It was after 2 p.m. If she were going to get any utilities started, she needed to get to town.

“I need to get my utilities started.”

Oh, that sounded intelligent. She was a little off balance, and not just because of the mice encounter; this man’s gaze was warm and unsettling. He chuckled.

“Well, I would never want to keep a woman from that.”

“What I mean is…”

He held out his hand.

“Joe Riley.”

She shook his hand and smiled.

“Jesse Graham.”

“Nice to meet you, Jessica,” he said.

“Not Jessica, just Jesse. The nickname for Jessica is J-E-S-S-I-E. I’m J-E-S-S-E. Pronounced the same, spelled differently.”

“Oh, like Jesse James,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ve never heard that one before,” she tossed back.

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