Showing posts with label Guest Author. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guest Author. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Happy Release Day to Erin Quinn with THE FIVE DEATHS OF ROXANNE LOVE!
Err, well, actually it was yesterday, but I had another post I had to put up, so sharing this with you all today. We consult on our books together, so if you like my stories, you'll probably like hers, although she's just a touch darker than I am. Here's the ad she did with all the info about her book, and trust me, this is a book (and series) that will go on your keeper shelf. Mesmerizing, fascinating, can't-put-it-down story...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
We have some winners!
Congratulations to Anita Clenney, who won a copy of guest blogger Kris Tualla's ebook! Anita, please contact Kristin Tualla ktualla@cox.net to claim your prize.
And over on my Casablanca group blog, we have a winner for an autographed copy of BENEATH THE THIRTEEN MOONS! Congratulations to StacieDM!
It's a pleasure to spread the romance around. :}
And over on my Casablanca group blog, we have a winner for an autographed copy of BENEATH THE THIRTEEN MOONS! Congratulations to StacieDM!
It's a pleasure to spread the romance around. :}
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Comment here today to win free books from author Kris Tualla!
I'd like to welcome Kris Tualla to my blog today! She's a fabulous person, funny and kind, and she wrote a great post today for my readers, so please enjoy. Make sure to leave her a comment to enter to win her books--see below for more details.
Who says an intense historical can't be funny, too?
Certainly not I.
Humor is timeless; people laughed in every era. You know as well as I do that some Neanderthal somewhere tripped on a rock, wind-milled his arms frantically, and fell on his arse in the mud. And someone was laughing. Hard.
Humor makes manuscripts more believable. Humor makes characters more real. It can keep a scene from becoming overly maudlin or sappy. Or harsh. It can start - or halt - an argument. Besides that, life is funny. People are funny.
And humor can get an author out of some boring situations. For example, I just finished the draft of a book that has a medieval knight staying on a Scottish border estate. He is assigned a valet as a matter of course. But I got really tired of pointing out every time the man came into the room. Those lines were boring and they slowed the pace of the scenes.
So I stared having him just appear - and sort of freak out the hero when he did:
The first "odd" reference:
Jamie led Drew to the room that was once Eryn’s. To the bed where he slept a full, blissful night beside her.
“The Lady moved into the master’s chamber,” Jamie answered Drew’s unspoken confusion. “I’ll have ye in here now.”
Ian began to help him undress, though that was not Drew’s intent.
Where did he come from? Drew mused. That man always seems to materialize out of air.
The second reference:
Drew pulled a deep breath and blew it out. “I believe I ken where she’s gone—”
“Elstow Abbey?” Jamie interrupted.
“Aye. So now I must find out what made McDougal so angry.” Drew stood and wiped his mouth. Ian appeared at his elbow with a clean tunic over his arm. “How do ye do that, man?” Drew sputtered.
Ian looked at the garment in his hands. “Water and a brush. Why?”
The third reference:
“I’m afraid we met with some unfortunate circumstance on our travels, and this sorry apparel is all that I now own,” Drew said to the smiling steward. He pulled at the fabric. “I fear that even Ian might not be able to salvage these.”
“My lord, you do me a disservice,” Ian said.
Drew startled. He looked over his right shoulder. “How long have you been standing there?”
The valet looked puzzled. “I only just arrived, sire.”
It's not slap-your-knees funny. It's just quirky-make-you-smile funny. Of course, intentionally funny single scenes can happen as well. This exchange takes place in A Matter of Principle between Nicolas the hero, Rosie the prostitute, and Leif, Nicolas's adolescent cousin - as observed by Sydney (Nicolas's wife):
Rosie addressed the teen, “How old are you now?”
“I’ll be fourteen next month.” Leif stood taller. Sydney noted he was now the same height as she. Rosie nodded. “Almost time.”
“Rosie!” Nicolas barked. “He’s a child, yet.”
“I’m not a child!” Leif objected, his voice cracking.
Rosie poked Nick’s belly through his cloak. “Just ‘cause you had to wait for that woman in Norway’s no reason to keep this young man in a state of distress!”
Nicolas spoke slowly and clearly. “He is not in distress, Rosie.”
“Yes I am! I’m distressed!” Leif squeaked.
“Rosie, I believe we should let Leif’s life follow its natural course,” Sydney opined.
Rosie considered her friend. “Are you sure?”
“No!” Leif jumped up and down. “No one’s sure!”
“I am,” Nicolas answered for them all.
“It wouldn’t cost anything,” Rosie added. “I’d see to him out of friendship.”
“Did you hear that, Sir?” Leif’s voice took on a pleading quality. “Out of friendship!”
“No, thank you.”
“But I’m distressed!”
Nicolas stopped the group under a gas lamp. “What, exactly, distresses you, son?”
Leif’s mouth flapped as he glanced from Nicolas to Sydney, Rosie and back.
“You know.” Leif’s voice lowered. “Don’t make me say it in front of her.” He tilted his head toward Sydney.
“Leif, if you cannot express it, you are certainly not ready to experience it!” Nicolas chided.
“But—I—”
Nicolas leaned down to his young cousin’s eye level. “No.”
Leif’s countenance implored Rosie. “Ma’am?”
“You heard the boss. See me when you can manage it on your own.” Rosie laughed and started walking. “The offer stands until then.”
Sydney looked over her shoulder at Nicolas. She wasn’t sure if he was fighting anger or laughter; but when the corner of her mouth lifted, his lips twitched and pressed, barely holding back his mirth.
I can't help it. My characters have enough of me in them, that they are always finding the ridiculous connection - and they say something barely appropriate or quirky at the oddest times.
So. Isn't it time you found a humorous brand of hero or heroine? Norway IS the new Scotland, after all.
For every 10 people who comment here, I will give away one free e-copy of A Woman of Choice - the beginning of the trilogy. And, yes. Commenter #11 warrants 2 copies! Comment #21? I'll give away three.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
In February at the end of my blog tour, I'll give away one SIGNED PAPERBACK SET of the trilogy. Here's how you can get in on that deal:
1. Go to http://www.kristualla.com/ and find the "Secret Word" on my home page.
2. Send an email to http://www.blogger.com/ktualla@cox.net%20 with "Signed Trilogy Giveaway" in the subject line. Put the secret word in the body.
3. Comment on any blog at any time in the tour to activate your entry. Each day's blog location is listed at http://kristualla.wordpress.com/blog-tour-dates-locations/
A Woman of Choice, A Prince of Norway, and A Matter of Principle are all available at http://www.goodnightpublishing.com/
A Woman of Choice - Missouri Territory, 1819
A woman is viciously betrayed and abandoned by her unfaithful husband. She is rescued by a widower uninterested in love. In desperation, she becomes engaged to his best friend. One woman, three very different men. Life is about choices.
A Prince of Norway - Christiania, Norway, 1820
American-born Nicolas Hansen has been asked to candidate for his great-grandfather's throne. His new wife Sydney isn't about to let him go to Norway and face that possibility alone. The moment they arrive at Akershus Castle, the political intrigue and maneuvering begin. Can Sydney trust anyone? Will Nicolas resist the seduction of power? Or will he claim the throne for himself? Most importantly: will their young marriage survive the malicious mischief of the ambitious royal family?
A Matter of Principle - St. Louis, State of Missouri, 1821
Nicolas Hansen has returned from Norway determined to change the world. But when he runs for State Legislator in the brand-new state of Missouri, the enemies he made over the past two years aren't about to step quietly aside. Sydney has made enemies of her own, both by marrying Nicolas and by practicing midwifery. When a newspaper reporter makes it his goal to destroy them, Nicolas must rethink his path once again. But this time, it's a matter of principle.
Who says an intense historical can't be funny, too?
Certainly not I.
Humor is timeless; people laughed in every era. You know as well as I do that some Neanderthal somewhere tripped on a rock, wind-milled his arms frantically, and fell on his arse in the mud. And someone was laughing. Hard.
Humor makes manuscripts more believable. Humor makes characters more real. It can keep a scene from becoming overly maudlin or sappy. Or harsh. It can start - or halt - an argument. Besides that, life is funny. People are funny.
And humor can get an author out of some boring situations. For example, I just finished the draft of a book that has a medieval knight staying on a Scottish border estate. He is assigned a valet as a matter of course. But I got really tired of pointing out every time the man came into the room. Those lines were boring and they slowed the pace of the scenes.
So I stared having him just appear - and sort of freak out the hero when he did:
The first "odd" reference:
Jamie led Drew to the room that was once Eryn’s. To the bed where he slept a full, blissful night beside her.
“The Lady moved into the master’s chamber,” Jamie answered Drew’s unspoken confusion. “I’ll have ye in here now.”
Ian began to help him undress, though that was not Drew’s intent.
Where did he come from? Drew mused. That man always seems to materialize out of air.
The second reference:
Drew pulled a deep breath and blew it out. “I believe I ken where she’s gone—”
“Elstow Abbey?” Jamie interrupted.
“Aye. So now I must find out what made McDougal so angry.” Drew stood and wiped his mouth. Ian appeared at his elbow with a clean tunic over his arm. “How do ye do that, man?” Drew sputtered.
Ian looked at the garment in his hands. “Water and a brush. Why?”
The third reference:
“I’m afraid we met with some unfortunate circumstance on our travels, and this sorry apparel is all that I now own,” Drew said to the smiling steward. He pulled at the fabric. “I fear that even Ian might not be able to salvage these.”
“My lord, you do me a disservice,” Ian said.
Drew startled. He looked over his right shoulder. “How long have you been standing there?”
The valet looked puzzled. “I only just arrived, sire.”
It's not slap-your-knees funny. It's just quirky-make-you-smile funny. Of course, intentionally funny single scenes can happen as well. This exchange takes place in A Matter of Principle between Nicolas the hero, Rosie the prostitute, and Leif, Nicolas's adolescent cousin - as observed by Sydney (Nicolas's wife):
Rosie addressed the teen, “How old are you now?”
“I’ll be fourteen next month.” Leif stood taller. Sydney noted he was now the same height as she. Rosie nodded. “Almost time.”
“Rosie!” Nicolas barked. “He’s a child, yet.”
“I’m not a child!” Leif objected, his voice cracking.
Rosie poked Nick’s belly through his cloak. “Just ‘cause you had to wait for that woman in Norway’s no reason to keep this young man in a state of distress!”
Nicolas spoke slowly and clearly. “He is not in distress, Rosie.”
“Yes I am! I’m distressed!” Leif squeaked.
“Rosie, I believe we should let Leif’s life follow its natural course,” Sydney opined.
Rosie considered her friend. “Are you sure?”
“No!” Leif jumped up and down. “No one’s sure!”
“I am,” Nicolas answered for them all.
“It wouldn’t cost anything,” Rosie added. “I’d see to him out of friendship.”
“Did you hear that, Sir?” Leif’s voice took on a pleading quality. “Out of friendship!”
“No, thank you.”
“But I’m distressed!”
Nicolas stopped the group under a gas lamp. “What, exactly, distresses you, son?”
Leif’s mouth flapped as he glanced from Nicolas to Sydney, Rosie and back.
“You know.” Leif’s voice lowered. “Don’t make me say it in front of her.” He tilted his head toward Sydney.
“Leif, if you cannot express it, you are certainly not ready to experience it!” Nicolas chided.
“But—I—”
Nicolas leaned down to his young cousin’s eye level. “No.”
Leif’s countenance implored Rosie. “Ma’am?”
“You heard the boss. See me when you can manage it on your own.” Rosie laughed and started walking. “The offer stands until then.”
Sydney looked over her shoulder at Nicolas. She wasn’t sure if he was fighting anger or laughter; but when the corner of her mouth lifted, his lips twitched and pressed, barely holding back his mirth.
I can't help it. My characters have enough of me in them, that they are always finding the ridiculous connection - and they say something barely appropriate or quirky at the oddest times.
So. Isn't it time you found a humorous brand of hero or heroine? Norway IS the new Scotland, after all.
For every 10 people who comment here, I will give away one free e-copy of A Woman of Choice - the beginning of the trilogy. And, yes. Commenter #11 warrants 2 copies! Comment #21? I'll give away three.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
In February at the end of my blog tour, I'll give away one SIGNED PAPERBACK SET of the trilogy. Here's how you can get in on that deal:
1. Go to http://www.kristualla.com/ and find the "Secret Word" on my home page.
2. Send an email to http://www.blogger.com/ktualla@cox.net%20 with "Signed Trilogy Giveaway" in the subject line. Put the secret word in the body.
3. Comment on any blog at any time in the tour to activate your entry. Each day's blog location is listed at http://kristualla.wordpress.com/blog-tour-dates-locations/
A Woman of Choice, A Prince of Norway, and A Matter of Principle are all available at http://www.goodnightpublishing.com/
A Woman of Choice - Missouri Territory, 1819
A woman is viciously betrayed and abandoned by her unfaithful husband. She is rescued by a widower uninterested in love. In desperation, she becomes engaged to his best friend. One woman, three very different men. Life is about choices.
A Prince of Norway - Christiania, Norway, 1820
American-born Nicolas Hansen has been asked to candidate for his great-grandfather's throne. His new wife Sydney isn't about to let him go to Norway and face that possibility alone. The moment they arrive at Akershus Castle, the political intrigue and maneuvering begin. Can Sydney trust anyone? Will Nicolas resist the seduction of power? Or will he claim the throne for himself? Most importantly: will their young marriage survive the malicious mischief of the ambitious royal family?
A Matter of Principle - St. Louis, State of Missouri, 1821
Nicolas Hansen has returned from Norway determined to change the world. But when he runs for State Legislator in the brand-new state of Missouri, the enemies he made over the past two years aren't about to step quietly aside. Sydney has made enemies of her own, both by marrying Nicolas and by practicing midwifery. When a newspaper reporter makes it his goal to destroy them, Nicolas must rethink his path once again. But this time, it's a matter of principle.
Monday, November 8, 2010
"Black Jaguar" by Vijaya Schartz - New Release
Kahuel of Yalta, nicknamed Black Jaguar like his emerald-eyes feline, volunteered to sail away on his brother’s Galleon to get away from it all, redeem his roguish past, and prove his worth as a blood prince. When a typhoon hits, and he realizes the powerful Mutant who commandeered the expedition has ulterior motives, his world is turned upside down.Talina of the Chosen has never seen a foreigner, until destiny brings to her shores a group of baffling strangers who cannot read minds… among them a prince, and the Lost Daughter of the prophecy. She knows her fate is about to change, but the Star People protecting her clan view the outsiders as a threat to their crucial experiment.
Can Black Jaguar, with his few warriors and felines, simple weapons and Human ingenuity, save Talina and her people from a horrible fate? Can he prevail upon a highly advanced enemy, against impossible odds?
Black Jaguar
Book Two – Chronicles of Kassouk
by Vijaya Schartz
from Desert Breeze Publishing
http://www.vijayaschartz.com/
Monday, May 10, 2010
And the winner of Erin Quinn's book is...
Diana (Book of Secrets)! Diana, you win your choice of Echoes or Whispers (Erin Quinn, writing as Erin Grady) Email Erin at write2erinquinn (@) aol.com with your choice and your snail address and Erin will get it out to you!
Congratulations, Diana! You are in for a wonderful treat.
Congratulations, Diana! You are in for a wonderful treat.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Comment here today & enter to win an autographed book by Erin Quinn
I'm thrilled to have author Erin Quinn here today as a guest on my blog! When I read a book that is so riveting I can't put it down, it rates 5-plus stars in my world. Erin's new release, HAUNTING WARRIOR, is just such a book, and I'm overjoyed to be announcing that it's available in bookstores today!So read on about this fantastic novel, and make sure to leave a comment to enter to win a copy of one of Erin's backlist titles, Echoes or Whispers (Yes, they rate 5-plus stars as well!). Even better, Erin will be stopping by today to say hi, so if you have any questions for her, don't hesitate to ask.
HAUNTING WARRIOR
A past he couldn't forget.
Rory McGrath's life changed the night his father mysteriously vanished after uncovering the secrets of the ancient Book of Fennore. The trauma turned Rory from an innocent boy into a troubled, cynical man. Leaving Ireland, he shunned his family, his heritage-and the very magic that has defined his people for centuries.
A dream he couldn't ignore.
Then the dreams begin.dreams of an ethereal beauty whose touch is more real that any he's known. And in these dreams, she has a message-a calling for Rory to return home to a destiny that will take him beyond the realm of anything he imagined.
A woman he couldn't resist.
Lured to the castle ruins where his father disappeared, Rory is plunged back in time, and into the body of another man-a man betrothed to the very woman of Rory's dreams. In possession of the secrets of his past, his family, and his identity, her hold on Rory is inescapable. For she is his doom. His salvation. And his destiny.
Rory McGrath's life changed the night his father mysteriously vanished after uncovering the secrets of the ancient Book of Fennore. The trauma turned Rory from an innocent boy into a troubled, cynical man. Leaving Ireland, he shunned his family, his heritage-and the very magic that has defined his people for centuries.
A dream he couldn't ignore.
Then the dreams begin.dreams of an ethereal beauty whose touch is more real that any he's known. And in these dreams, she has a message-a calling for Rory to return home to a destiny that will take him beyond the realm of anything he imagined.
A woman he couldn't resist.
Lured to the castle ruins where his father disappeared, Rory is plunged back in time, and into the body of another man-a man betrothed to the very woman of Rory's dreams. In possession of the secrets of his past, his family, and his identity, her hold on Rory is inescapable. For she is his doom. His salvation. And his destiny.
Haunting Warrior, on sale now!
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0425234142
B&N: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?ISBN=9780425234143
Borders: http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0425234142
Indy bound: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780425234143
Erin's website: www.erinquinn.info
Blog: http://quinnessentials.blogspot.com/
Praise for HAUNTING WARRIOR
"[Haunting Warrior] should carry a warning: don't start reading if you have to go to work the next day. You will not be able to put it down until you finish the very last word."~Kathryne Kennedy, Award Winning Author of My Unfair Lady
"Edge of my seat thriller."~All About Romance
"An enthralling read. [Quinn's] mélange of paranormal, time travel and romance is outstanding!" ~The Romance Readers Connection:
"Fascinating and compelling."~Romance Book Wyrm.
B&N: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?ISBN=9780425234143
Borders: http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0425234142
Indy bound: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780425234143
Erin's website: www.erinquinn.info
Blog: http://quinnessentials.blogspot.com/
Praise for HAUNTING WARRIOR
"[Haunting Warrior] should carry a warning: don't start reading if you have to go to work the next day. You will not be able to put it down until you finish the very last word."~Kathryne Kennedy, Award Winning Author of My Unfair Lady
"Edge of my seat thriller."~All About Romance
"An enthralling read. [Quinn's] mélange of paranormal, time travel and romance is outstanding!" ~The Romance Readers Connection:
"Fascinating and compelling."~Romance Book Wyrm.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Releasing Today: QUEEN IN EXILE by Donna Hatch
To celebrate her new release, Donna Hatch has offered an interview with Kai Darkwood, the hero from her fantasy novel, QUEEN IN EXILE, so enjoy the fun! Interview with fantasy character Kai Darkwood, knight and Sauraii warrior, in the new fantasy novel, Queen in Exile
by Donna Hatch, author of Queen in Exile.
by Donna Hatch, author of Queen in Exile.
Walking toward the arena where the knights have just finished training, I wave to a tall, dark-haired knight who is handing his gear to his squire, and I call, "Captain Darkwood, may I have a moment?"
Kai turns toward me with his famous, heart-stopping grin, and lets his gaze rove up and down me as he approaches. "Of course, fair one. What would you ask of me?" he asks in his lovely, Darborian accent, faintly reminiscent of Irish. His brilliant blue eyes narrow as he comes to a stop within arms' length. "You are familiar to me. Have we met?"
I'd almost forgotten how handsome he is and I stammer, "W-Well, yes, I'm your author."
"But of course. You look more beautiful than ever. That gown is much more flattering than those strange leggings you usually wear."
"Yes, well, no one is supposed to look good in sweats."
He cocks his head to the side. "Tell me, why do you lock yourself away hour after hour?"
"Um, well, to write about you. And this interview is about you, not me."
"But you are so much more interesting than I."
"Now Kai, I know you are a very private person, but I promise I'll keep my questions general; nothing terribly personal."
His blue eyes twinkle as he folds his muscular arms over his broad chest. "You already know everything about me."
"Yes, but my readers don't."
"Very well. I will agree to this interview. If I dislike any question you ask, I will simply kiss you to make you forget." A cocky grin tugs at his lips.
I blush deeply, unwilling to confess exactly how much I'd like to be kissed by the gorgeous Kai Darkwood, and manage an outraged, "Kai! I'm married!"
"A pity."
"Don't try to turn your legendary charm on me, Kai Darkwood, I wrote you."
"Or did I simply tell you what to write?"
Refusing to admit how much I've dreamed about him, I take a breath to steady my knees. "Back to the interview. Would you please explain exactly what is a Sauraii warrior?"
"Don't try to turn your legendary charm on me, Kai Darkwood, I wrote you."
"Or did I simply tell you what to write?"
Refusing to admit how much I've dreamed about him, I take a breath to steady my knees. "Back to the interview. Would you please explain exactly what is a Sauraii warrior?"
"Very well. A Sauraii Warrior is highly trained in weaponry, battle tactics, and hand-to-hand combat. It takes most people several years to complete the course. Some never finish at all."
"But you finished it in record time."
Kai shrugs modestly. "My father did, as well."
"Please tell us why you're here in Arden, instead of in Darbor where you live."
"My king commanded me to come train the knights of Arden out of concern for his friend and ally, the King of Arden."
"Why?"
"Arden has enjoyed a century of peace and has developed an abhorrence to violence, even training in self-defense. Their knights train out of tradition, but not out of real desire. Their skills are very limited which makes them vulnerable to enemy attack."
"And they're in danger of enemy attack?"
"Our spies have told us the barbarians of Hanore plan to attack after spring thaw. We have much to do and little time."
"Tell me, what is your impression of Princess Jeniah?"
Kai shifts uncomfortably. "She is lovely, and has graciously forgiven me for our....misunderstanding upon our first meeting."
"She intrigues you?"
He stiffens. "She is royalty. There can be nothing between us. It's just as well." His fingers move unconsciously to a lock of braided hair hanging around his neck, and a fleeting, haunting look appears in his eyes. When he catches me looking, he masks the brief display of emotion.
Very softly, I ask, "Will you ever let down those walls around your heart?"
There is a brief look of alarm, then a devilish light enters his eye as his irrepressible grin slips back into place. "I think it is time I kissed you."
Reminding myself I'm married, even while I wonder if kissing a fictional character counts, I turn and run, almost tripping over the skirts of my medieval-style gown. Kai's laughter chases my retreat.
*****
QUEEN IN EXILE:
Rumors of war hang over Princess Jeniah’s peaceful country of Arden, a land that shuns both magic and warfare. Following a lifelong dream, Jeniah forms a telepathic bond with a revered creature called a chayim, who is prophesied to save her kingdom. But when a Darborian knight comes upon Jeniah with her chayim, he sees only a vicious monster about to devour a maiden, and he slays the beast.
Devastated by the loss of her chayim, and fearing that her own magic is evil, Jeniah doubts her destiny. When the enemy invades Arden City, they slaughter the people, storm the castle, and execute the royal family. Rescued by the knight who slew her chayim, Jeniah is now heir to the throne of Arden and the only hope for freeing her people.
On the run and hunted by enemy soldiers, Jeniah must place her life and the fate of her kingdom in the hands of this trained killer. Torn between embracing her destiny as queen of Arden, and her love for a mere knight, she must ultimately rely on her magic to save herself and her people from death and tyranny.
Available on Amazon, at CostCo and your local bookstore
Please visit: http://www.donnahatch.com/
Here's how to win your free copy (and you have three chances if you do all three):
1.Follow my blog, then send me an email at donnahatch29@gmail.com, telling me you're now following me and put "Queen in Exile for Free" in the subject line
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Remember, for each thing you do, you have another chance to win. Good Luck!!
Remember, for each thing you do, you have another chance to win. Good Luck!!
Warm Wishes,
Donna Hatch
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Author Diane Craver interviews Whitney Taylor Benson, the main character in her contemporary romance, WHITNEY IN CHARGE...
Welcome to one of my characters from my new release. Before I get started with the interview, I want to mention that WHITNEY IN CHARGE is available in e-book format at www.desertbreezepublishing.com, Amazon, and other online places. If you want to know more about my writing, feel free to post questions in the comment section.
Physical Description: Whitney is 5'9", dark brown shoulder length hair, green eyes. Education: Whitney left her hometown in Ohio to attend college in New York City.
Diane: Whitney, would you like a cup of coffee before we start the interview?
Whitney: Yes, I would. Black, please.
Diane: (pours a steaming cup of coffee) I think it's interesting you moved back to Cornett after living in New York. Do you miss the big city?
Whitney: Thank you. (takes cup from Diane) I loved producing the morning show, The Bold News, but when my mother became ill, I decided it was more important to return home to take care of her.
Diane: Do you ever think about returning to New York?
Whitney: (shakes her head) It has too many sad memories. I was happily married to Rob Benson, and he died while reporting the war news in Iraq.
Diane: (leans closer to Whitney and touches her arm) I'm so sorry. He was a wonderful reporter.
Whitney: A couple of months later, I learned my mother was dying from cancer so I focused all my energy on taking care of her. Being close to my family has been helpful. I see my sisters, Shannon and Regan a lot and their families.
Diane: Are your sisters younger or older than you?
Whitney: Both are older. I'm the baby in the family.
Diane: (smiles at Whitney) I am, too. That has advantages and disadvantages.
Whitney: (rolls her lovely green eyes) Tell me about it.
Diane: There's a big age difference in my case. How about you? Are your sisters close to your age or quite a bit older?
Whitney: My oldest sister, Shannon, is eight years older and Regan is only three years older. I'm 31. (she sighs) They just signed me up to go skydiving. I told them no but I'm sure they will keep trying to get me to go.
Diane: I guess they want you to experience something that's fun but different. Although it doesn't sound like fun to me. Do your sisters like to go skydiving?
Whitney: (shakes her head) They've never gone. A lot of the skydivers are male so they thought it'd be a good way for me to meet guys. But I told them I'm capable of finding my own dates. I'm just not sure I'm ready to meet someone new right now.
Diane: Even though skydiving seems like a bit much, that's nice your sisters care so much about you.
Whitney: Concentrating on my life helps them to stop thinking about our mother dying. She just died recently.
Diane: Maybe you three should go on a cruise.
Whitney: (laughs) They made me go on a cruise. Shannon and Regan thought it'd be romantic and I'd meet some hot single guy. But there were mostly couples on the ship.
Diane: (grins at Whitney) They do seem determined to find you someone.
Whitney: I should move on with my life, but they also need another purpose to get closure to our mother’s death. (She sips her coffee with a thoughtful expression.) I want to do something with my sisters. We need to focus on something new and fresh.
Diane: What about going into business together? That would definitely keep them busy.
Whitney: (looks excited) Hey, that's a great suggestion. That might work for us. And I need something to do with my free time since I don't plan on returning to New York.
Diane: Who's your best friend?
Whitney: I'm close to my sisters so I think of them as friends. But Molly's my best friend. She was my maid of honor. (a sad expression crosses her face) Actually she introduced me to my husband. I need to call Molly sometime. She wants me to visit her in New York but I hate flying.
Diane: Do you have any other fears?
Whitney: (is quiet for a moment) I'm afraid to love again.
Diane: When the time's right, you'll be able to let go of the past.
Whitney: I hope so. I loved being married. I just regret we never had children.
Diane: Children are blessings. And you're young yet so you can easily have children someday.
Whitney: At least I have two nieces and a nephew to enjoy now. That's been a definite benefit to moving back to Ohio.
Diane: What is the one thing you'd love to learn how to do?
Whitney: (grins) I'd love to learn how to play the drums.
Diane: Cool. Do you come from a musical family?
Whitney: (shakes her head) No, but I did play clarinet in the high school band. And I sang in the church choir and did a few solos in plays.
Diane: I can see you playing the drums. One more question before you leave. What is your favorite dessert?
Whitney: (answers quickly) I love cheesecake.
Diane: Cheesecake sounds yummy. Thank you so much, Whitney, for stopping by for our chat. Good luck with starting a new business.
Whitney: Thanks for having me. I've enjoyed it.
TV producer Whitney Benson is tired of her older sisters’ attempts to fix her up with every single male they meet. Shannon and Regan cross the line when they arrange for her to go skydiving with the simple excuse that more guys like to float in the air than women. Whitney meets two eligible bachelors, Jack and Ben, who constantly battle for her affection. Which one will she choose? Both men make Whitney realize, even a heart shattered by her husband’s death, can once again be made whole. But did she have to fall off a cliff to learn that?
EXCERPT:
Whitney and Shannon joined Regan at the door.
“I thought Nate was a hottie, but this guy’s even better looking,” Regan said in a raspy whisper.
“Hey Regan, you think we can get a refund from the guy at the skydiving place?” Shannon asked while gazing at the new man outside. “Who needs to go looking?”
“When did he move in?”
Whitney knew better than to comment too much on her new neighbor. Her sisters might take it upon themselves to rush over and tell him that she was available. But crap, did he have to be shirtless and have broad shoulders? If he always worked in his yard like that, she’d have a hard time not staring at him.
“I think it was last week when I noticed the moving truck. Would you two married women stop drooling?” She took another glance and he waved. “Great. He sees us watching him.”
Regan raised her eyebrows. “Since you haven’t mentioned him to us, I guess you haven’t met this gorgeous guy yet?”
“This is the first time I’ve seen him,” Whitney admitted.
A small, black-haired boy, ran from behind the house. That answered the question whether he was a family man or not.
“I wonder if his son is Lily’s age,” Regan pondered.
“Don’t forget little boys usually have mothers.” She better remind her sisters of this fact before they made wedding plans for Mr. Hottie and her.
Shannon moved away from the screen. “If there isn’t a wife, you’re wonderful with kids.”
“First Nate the Skydiver, then Jack the Paramedic…is my new neighbor now Bachelor Number Three?”
“Let’s find out if there is a wife around.” Regan pulled on Whitney’s arm. “Come on. We better hurry. He’s pushing the lawn mower into the shed.”
“I’ll go. But you two have to quit acting like I’m a hopeless old spinster. I managed to get married once, and I don’t need help in getting dates again.”
Shannon rolled her eyes. “You haven’t gone on any, have you?”
“No, and the reason is because I’m not ready to date.”
Shannon opened her mouth to argue, but stopped mid-breath at the ringing of her cell phone. Whitney sighed in relief. She shouldn’t have to elaborate on why she wasn’t going to date. Not now and maybe she’d never date anyone. Losing Rob had been too painful.
Shannon glanced at her caller ID. “I’m sure you two can fill me in later about the new man. I better get this. It’s Caitlyn.”
Opening the screen door, Whitney said, “Let’s get this over with. At this rate, we’ll never go into business together.”
Regan and Whitney crossed the yard to the neighbor’s. As they approached, the boy stopped kicking his ball and said, “Hi.”
Whitney smiled at him. “Hi. You have a good kick.”
The boy looked at them carefully. “My daddy knocks people out. You two should be easy. The fat ones give him problems.”
Regan laughed. “Is he a boxer?”
She heard a chuckle and turned to see Mr. Hottie ─ or ‘Daddy’ as the case may be ─ walking around the corner of the house. Whitney took a step to meet him halfway and extended her hand. “Hello. We’re neighbors. I’m Whitney Benson. And this is my sister, Regan Dunn.” She grinned. “And please don’t knock us out.”
As he walked toward them, she noticed how thick his short-cropped hair looked and she liked his warm brown eyes. He had a great tan. She wondered if he worked outside in construction or something.
“I’m Ben Spencer,” he said as he took her hand in a firm grip, not shaking it but just holding it. “This is my son Adam. I guess I better work on teaching Adam to say anesthesiologist. And Adam, I never said fat patients but said overweight ones are harder and more risks are involved for surgery.”
“That’s a relief. I’d hate to think you were a violent person living next door to my single sister.”
Whitney was going to throttle her sister! How could Regan be so obvious? She hurried to speak, hoping to keep Regan from saying something more embarrassing, like asking him if he was single. “I hope you like living here. It’s a nice neighborhood.”
“I liked our other house better,” Adam said with a pout, bouncing the ball off the ground.
Whitney nodded. “It takes time to get used to a new place. I still miss where I used to live.”
“How old are you, Adam?” Regan asked. “I have a daughter Lily and you two might like to play together.”
“I’m six.”
“Lily’s six too,” Regan said. “You’ll have to meet her. Do you go to Clark Elementary?”
Ben ruffled Adam’s hair. “I’m having Adam finish first grade at his old school since it’s close to the end of the year.”
Why didn’t he put a shirt on? The sweat glistened off his strong muscled upper body. She was as bad as her sisters wondering if he had a wife or not. “I guess we better let you get back to your yard work. Maybe sometime we can have you, your wife, and Adam over for a barbecue.”
“That’s a good idea,” Regan said. “Adam can meet Lily so he’ll know someone when he starts the new school next year.”
Adam glanced at his dad and Ben patted his son on the back. “I’m divorced. Adam’s mom lives in Seattle.”
Whitney and Shannon joined Regan at the door.
“I thought Nate was a hottie, but this guy’s even better looking,” Regan said in a raspy whisper.
“Hey Regan, you think we can get a refund from the guy at the skydiving place?” Shannon asked while gazing at the new man outside. “Who needs to go looking?”
“When did he move in?”
Whitney knew better than to comment too much on her new neighbor. Her sisters might take it upon themselves to rush over and tell him that she was available. But crap, did he have to be shirtless and have broad shoulders? If he always worked in his yard like that, she’d have a hard time not staring at him.
“I think it was last week when I noticed the moving truck. Would you two married women stop drooling?” She took another glance and he waved. “Great. He sees us watching him.”
Regan raised her eyebrows. “Since you haven’t mentioned him to us, I guess you haven’t met this gorgeous guy yet?”
“This is the first time I’ve seen him,” Whitney admitted.
A small, black-haired boy, ran from behind the house. That answered the question whether he was a family man or not.
“I wonder if his son is Lily’s age,” Regan pondered.
“Don’t forget little boys usually have mothers.” She better remind her sisters of this fact before they made wedding plans for Mr. Hottie and her.
Shannon moved away from the screen. “If there isn’t a wife, you’re wonderful with kids.”
“First Nate the Skydiver, then Jack the Paramedic…is my new neighbor now Bachelor Number Three?”
“Let’s find out if there is a wife around.” Regan pulled on Whitney’s arm. “Come on. We better hurry. He’s pushing the lawn mower into the shed.”
“I’ll go. But you two have to quit acting like I’m a hopeless old spinster. I managed to get married once, and I don’t need help in getting dates again.”
Shannon rolled her eyes. “You haven’t gone on any, have you?”
“No, and the reason is because I’m not ready to date.”
Shannon opened her mouth to argue, but stopped mid-breath at the ringing of her cell phone. Whitney sighed in relief. She shouldn’t have to elaborate on why she wasn’t going to date. Not now and maybe she’d never date anyone. Losing Rob had been too painful.
Shannon glanced at her caller ID. “I’m sure you two can fill me in later about the new man. I better get this. It’s Caitlyn.”
Opening the screen door, Whitney said, “Let’s get this over with. At this rate, we’ll never go into business together.”
Regan and Whitney crossed the yard to the neighbor’s. As they approached, the boy stopped kicking his ball and said, “Hi.”
Whitney smiled at him. “Hi. You have a good kick.”
The boy looked at them carefully. “My daddy knocks people out. You two should be easy. The fat ones give him problems.”
Regan laughed. “Is he a boxer?”
She heard a chuckle and turned to see Mr. Hottie ─ or ‘Daddy’ as the case may be ─ walking around the corner of the house. Whitney took a step to meet him halfway and extended her hand. “Hello. We’re neighbors. I’m Whitney Benson. And this is my sister, Regan Dunn.” She grinned. “And please don’t knock us out.”
As he walked toward them, she noticed how thick his short-cropped hair looked and she liked his warm brown eyes. He had a great tan. She wondered if he worked outside in construction or something.
“I’m Ben Spencer,” he said as he took her hand in a firm grip, not shaking it but just holding it. “This is my son Adam. I guess I better work on teaching Adam to say anesthesiologist. And Adam, I never said fat patients but said overweight ones are harder and more risks are involved for surgery.”
“That’s a relief. I’d hate to think you were a violent person living next door to my single sister.”
Whitney was going to throttle her sister! How could Regan be so obvious? She hurried to speak, hoping to keep Regan from saying something more embarrassing, like asking him if he was single. “I hope you like living here. It’s a nice neighborhood.”
“I liked our other house better,” Adam said with a pout, bouncing the ball off the ground.
Whitney nodded. “It takes time to get used to a new place. I still miss where I used to live.”
“How old are you, Adam?” Regan asked. “I have a daughter Lily and you two might like to play together.”
“I’m six.”
“Lily’s six too,” Regan said. “You’ll have to meet her. Do you go to Clark Elementary?”
Ben ruffled Adam’s hair. “I’m having Adam finish first grade at his old school since it’s close to the end of the year.”
Why didn’t he put a shirt on? The sweat glistened off his strong muscled upper body. She was as bad as her sisters wondering if he had a wife or not. “I guess we better let you get back to your yard work. Maybe sometime we can have you, your wife, and Adam over for a barbecue.”
“That’s a good idea,” Regan said. “Adam can meet Lily so he’ll know someone when he starts the new school next year.”
Adam glanced at his dad and Ben patted his son on the back. “I’m divorced. Adam’s mom lives in Seattle.”
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Releasing Today: Dragons Prefer Blondes
Candace Havens has a book releasing today! Check it out: Dragons Prefer Blondes
Alex Caruthers is a sassy socialite who knows when it’s time to turn in her dancing shoes and kick some serious dragon booty. But when Ginjin—the dragon warrior who’s tried to kill her numerous times—chooses her as his mate, Alex finds herself in a situation that’s too hot to handle.For help she turns to Jake, head of Caruthers security—and a total hottie in a suit—and asks him to pose as her boyfriend. Their relationship might be fake, but Alex can’t deny that one touch from Jake makes her burn hotter than any dragon could.
By Candace Havens
Berkley Trade
ISBN-10: 0425227804
Friday, July 3, 2009
Guest author Sandy Lender asks "Who are you thankful for?"
GratitudeBy Fantasy Author Sandy Lender
http://www.authorsandylender.com
I left this guest post until the last minute not because I was procrastinating, but because I wasn’t sure how to phrase all the things I wanted to cram into it. You see, I’m very thankful to all the blog hosts who’ve supported me during this month-long online book tour and to all the bloggers who’ve left lovely comments along the way. I certainly have to thank Kathryne for being the kind soul to finish off the tour today.
There are kind people doing good deeds all around us. It’s the kind people in my life who inspired the loveliest of characters in the novel I’m promoting during this tour. CHOICES MEANT FOR GODS has some complex evil bad guys, I won’t deny that. We’ve mentioned them during the tour. But there are wonderful, good, pure, loving, devoted, loyal, endearing characters as well. I’d like to talk about Kora Rothahn Taiman in particular.
Kora is the matriarch of the Taiman family when the reader is introduced to the CHOICES series. You don’t learn it right away, but you figure out soon enough that she’s a former goddess. This beautiful woman of compassion gave up the life of immortality and comfort in the city of the gods (Mahriket) to live in the mortal world and raise another woman’s child. She is the picture of self-sacrifice and loyalty. Everyone who comes in contact with her owes her gratitude.
Our fabulous heroine, Amanda Chariss, reluctantly accepts Kora’s help in the beginning of CHOICES MEANT FOR GODS, and tries to flee the first chance she gets. She knows who Kora is—the daughter of The Master Rothahn—and she fears for Kora’s safety. Because the complex evil bad guy chases Chariss, the heroine wants to get away from the lovely benefactress as soon as possible. But Kora won’t hear it. She’s convinced she can help Chariss and her wizard guardian.
I’ll let you read the books to see how that turns out. You can read excerpts from my current novel, CHOICES MEANT FOR GODS, and the upcoming CHOICES MEANT FOR KINGS, at my brand new website http://www.authorsandylender.com, but I encourage you to become followers at my blog, too. Now that the online book tour is ending, my tour organizers will pull winners of the hardcover, first editions of CHOICES MEANT FOR GODS, and I’ll post those at my blog. I’ll also have new articles, new info, and new contests in the works there. http://www.todaythedragonwins.blogspot.com
Now for the interactive part of today’s post. Is there someone loving and caring in your life that you owe gratitude? Is there someone you’re thankful for? Chariss, Nigel, Hrazon, Master Rothahn, all of Kora’s children, the lesser goddess Mia, all the citizens of Arcana City, and more are thankful for Kora Rothahn Taiman. Who are you thankful for? “Some days, I just want the dragon to win.”
Not even the gods noticed when Chariss was born with the mark of The Protector. Now she and her wizard guardian seek shelter from a mad sorcerer in a household not just full of secrets and false hope, but watched by the god who will unwittingly reveal her role in an impending war.
When an orphan sets aside a lifetime of running and fear to accept the responsibilities of guarding an arrogant deity, can she face the trials in the prophecies she uncovers? Will Nigel Taiman of her latest refuge dare to use his dragon heritage to bind her to his estate or to help her in her duty?
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