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Friday, November 30, 2012

Juli D. Revezzo, paranormals, and her Bucket List



You wish to know my bucket list, you say? I do, Juli!
 
Herm…Well, I never really think about things like this. It’s a wee bit depressing, isn’t it? Let’s see, though…
Related to my novel The Artist’s Inheritance:

I’d like to finish off the Antique Magic series. And I hope to see many more years with many more books published.

I’d like to visit Fort Pickens—I’d like to see Gettysburg come to that.

I think, if I could, maybe I’d like to sculpt something. (Not that I have any sort of talent like my Trevor’s)
 
That’s about it, really. Boring, I know.

The Artist’s Inheritance is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Createspace, and Smashwords.
Thanks for having me here, Isabel. So, folks, what’s on your bucket list? J

On my writing bucket list I'd say to finish Improper Conduct, blog more, and find more time to enjoy life outside work and writing.


For more about Juli see her website

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Tagged and writing

There's apparently this blog hop going around where you're tagged by a (so-called *G*) writing friend to continue the hop. I've been tagged by Susan Macatee AND C. Margery Kempe.

What is the working title of your book?
Improper Conduct
Where did the idea come from for the book?

Police procedural + hot monkey sex + a desire to write something different = a story I didn't intend to write but am enjoying!

What genre does your book fall under?
Contemporary romantic suspense
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Oh, good one. Let me think on that...oh, I know. Daniel Craig and Rachel Weiss. They look hot together, their chemistry sizzles, and frankly I think if there's another Daniel Craig James Bond, she'd make an excellent Bond girl (woman).
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
When her new captain takes a seductive interest in her, Detective Jules Marshall can't resist despite her ongoing investigation.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Self-published. It's an odd work-count and frankly submitting to agents/publishers sucks the energy from you. So I'll have it professionally edited with a kicking cover and then professionally converted.
  
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Still working on that! As you can see by the sidebar, I'm not even to the 25% mark. 11% specifically, but I have other projects I'm working on and want to be able to devote the time and energy necessary to make this story really rock. I hope to have it finished by the spring.
 
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

Suzanne Brockman when she was good? Her earlier books I'd say, not the works she has out now. Really liked her earlier works. Hmm, it's been so long since I've read a romantic suspense I can't think.
Who or What inspired you to write this book?
I don't know that anyone one thing or person inspired me, I wanted to restart my writing in something different than the istorical paranromal I'd aleady published and decided a contemporary, hot and sexy, suspense was the way to go.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
  • It was originally supposed to be a lot heavier on the sex but the plot got away from me. I plan on making it just as hot and sexy as I can, but still focus on the plot.
  • The 11% finished is the second time I've written those words, the first didn't quite work.
  • I did the cover. :)
Who I tagged for December 5:

Yes...just one. It's getting harder and harder to find authors who haven't already been tagged

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Wednesday Review: Paradise Pines Night Angel

I freely admit that Paisley Kirkpatrick is a friend of mine. I've watched her grow as a writer and it thrills me that she finally had her first book published. Her writing is evocative of the time, and her knowledge of the places she writes truly shines through.

Anyone who reads this blog knows my reading tastes range all over the damn place, but in my romance I like a little spice to the plot. The thing with Night Angel is that Amalie is sassy and sexy and Declan is yummy. I mean that in the truest, alpha-maley, sexiest way I possibly can. I want to gobble Declan up.

Not only that, but there's the cross between Zorro (you name the reincarnation I saw it) and Lone Ranger (ditto). One of my favorite plot devices and all too often ignored.

Over all I give this a solid 4 stars, with the highest recommendation of YOU  MUST READ because it really is that good.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Up for a little road trip to help out?

If you are, I'll be at Liberty Harley-Davidson on Thursday November 15 around 7pm to drop off clothes and pet supplies for Hurricane Sandy survivors. If you live in the NJ/NY area and don't mind stopping on in, we'd love to have you! Everything helps.

Liberty H-D
12 W. Milton Ave.
Rahway, NJ 07065
732-381-2400

You can ask them on Twitter what they need, or call and ask for Michelle to find out.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Daisy Harris, Building the Perfect Dork, and My Fair Dork

About Daisy:
Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.
Links:
My website
Twitter
Siren PageBook buy link
Idea Factory: Building the Perfect Dork



For off, thanks to the Isabel for having me on the blog today. Y’all are the best!


Why thank you, Daisy! Appreciate that. I’d like to thank you for joining me today!

On with the blog—

I’m often asked where I get my ideas for stories. Now, I think all authors hear this question. But as a female writer of male-male romances, I get asked more than most people.

Usually, the answer is a mix of places—movies I’ve seen, people I know, pictures and news clips, my crazy family, and my even crazier imagination. But in the case of my latest release, My Fair Dork, I got my inspiration from one very specific place: a talk show on Canadian TV called “One Girl Five Gays.”

If you’ve never seen it before, I’m here to tell you, One Girl Five Gays (1G5G) is AWESOME. It involves a charming female host named Aliya Jasmine interviewing group of five gay men in a 20-Questions style format. The guests rotate in and out, but if you watch the show for a while, you feel like you get to know all the participants.
So here’s how I got my plot bunny for My Fair Dork…
There’s a character on 1G5G I’ll call D. He’s smart, sarcastic, and smoking hot. I had the biggest crush on him, and was delighted when he mentioned on the show his tendency to be a bossy bottom. (I can’t remember if he said it outright, or insinuated it. But either way, I LOVE writing bossy bottoms. So for some reason this tickled me pink.)

Eventually D got a boyfriend, and I was intrigued. Who was the man who’d wooed this prize? Was he a big, burly dreamboat? A sober intellectual? Did he have height? Muscles? Tons of money?
After a couple weeks, his boyfriend, whom we shall call M, appears on the show, and he’s…dorky.

Now, if you know anything about me or my work, you know that I loves me a nerd. And M was the real deal. He wasn’t some slick hipster wearing nerdy-but-chic glasses and an ironic T-shirt. No, he was a soft-spoken, nervous seeming, flannel wearing, sweet and harmless dork. The kind of guy who was nerdy in high school and never grew out of it.

He was cute, and endearing, and I was even more in love with D for dating him. But then, a few episodes later, Aliya Jasmine asks the guys, “What part of your body is too big?”

And M blushed like a fire hydrant, and said, “My dong!” before burying his head in shame.

The cast ribbed and teased him, and Aliyah Jasmine, like the intrepid reporter she is, asked for more details about the exact nature of his size. (Yes, yes AJ. Viewers want to know!)

But in that moment, a story came together in my head—about a nerd with a giant cock—a guy uncomfortable in his skin and worried about his anatomy, and the smart, sexy, cool beyond belief guy who wants to pull him out of his shell.

My Fair Dork was born.
Seldom do ideas come to me that clearly, or based on something so acute. But man, when a story hits me like that, it’s like I can’t write the thing fast enough. And that’s how My Fair Dork went for me. I drafted it in 12 days, and it was submitted at day 15. I love this story. And I love 1G5G and Canadian MTV for providing such great fiction fodder.

I just hope that if M ever finds out I got my story idea from watching 1G5G he won’t be too painfully embarrassed. After all, the world is full of people shy about some part of their bodies. Even some part that society thinks they should be proud of. It’s just…well, there really is nothing like a giant cock. And when it’s attached to an adorable geek, it’s about the best thing I can imagine.

BLURB:

They say a guy can never be too hung. Well, Harold Jacobs doesn’t know who they are, but they’re wrong. Socially awkward for as long as he can remember, Harold feels his enormous package is just one more thing to be embarrassed about. Especially once hunky and popular

Owen McKenzie notices it in the showers.
Owen knows he’s bi, but he keeps that secret close to his chest. He likes Harold, and wants to help him shed his dorky image and maybe even find a boyfriend. Still, Owen can’t stop obsessing about Harold’s equipment. And much as he doesn’t want to flip-flop on his sexuality, Owen does want to test-drive what Harold has between his legs.

Their friendship erupts into full-blown lust. But can Owen accept the loss of his golden child status and be Harold’s boyfriend? And can Harold outgrow his insecurity in time to keep the man he loves?
Excerpt:

They say a guy can never be too big. Well—Harold Jacobs didn’t know who they were, but they were wrong. A guy could definitely too big. Sure, Harold’s family doctor had explained to him that women gave birth to babies, and that their vaginas…

He shivered, hardly able to think about it without making a face…

Their passages elongated during sex.

Not that Harold was ever going to find out whether sex would work with a vagina. What—with him being completely, one hundred percent gay. But still, he’d been stupid enough to ask his family doctor about it. And, predictably, the guy had reassured him that he was perfectly capable of having heterosexual sex.

At least, he thought that’s what Dr. Fredernick had said. It had been hard to understand him with all the stuttering and blushing.

Harold didn’t know what he’d been thinking, asking his mother to leave the room during his doctor’s appointment, when she’d taken him for his pre-college physical. What had he expected a seventy-year-old family physician to say that he hadn’t already learned online?
He stared sadly down at the thing—jutting between his legs like a saber, water dripping off the tip since he was in the shower. It was hard as usual. The fucker mocked him like that. He swore, his penis enjoyed getting hard all the time just because it made Harold extra awkward every moment of his life.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Kira: Daughter of the Moon by Beth Trissel


About Beth

Married to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia surrounded by my children, grandbabies, and assorted animals. An avid gardener, my love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into my work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans and the people who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of my inspiration. In addition to American settings, I also write historical and time travel romances set in the British Isles.
Historical Romance novel Kira, Daughter of the Moon is available in print and eBook from:

Barnes and Noble
All Romance


BLURB:

Logan McCutcheon returns to colonial Virginia after seven years in the hands of Shawnee Indians. But was he really a captive, as everybody thinks? He looks and fights like a warrior, and seems eager to return to those he calls friends and family.

Kira McClure has waited for Logan all those years, passing herself off as odd to keep suitors at bay––and anyone else from getting too close.  Now that he's back, he seems to be the only person capable of protecting her from the advances of Josiah Campbell and accusations of witchcraft.  And to defend the settlers against a well-organized band of murderous thieves.


Excerpt:
  
“My secret in exchange for yours.”
    
Tantalizing.  He was drawing her into his snare, but she couldn’t resist asking, “How do you know I’ve a secret?”

“To begin with, you’re hiding in a tree.  What from, a wild beast?”
 
“Near enough.  You.”
   
He smiled.  “Was I to think you a large red bird, or overlook you entirely?”
   
Drawing her remaining shreds of dignity around her like a mantle, she said, “This isn’t one of my best hiding places.”
   
“Indeed?  Where are the others?” 
  
 “That would be telling.” 
  
The strengthening breeze tossed the branches around them as he considered.  “You never could keep secrets from me, Cricket.  I’ll discover them and you.”
  
An assertion she found both disturbing and oddly heartening.
  
His lips curved as if the deed were already done.  “Why were you hiding?  Am I so very frightening?”
   
“Oh––I feared you were some sort of warrior.”
  
The humor faded from his eyes.  “I am.”

Monday, November 5, 2012

Helping Hurricane Sandy Survivors

Along with Liberty Harley Davidson/Buell, I'm collecting winter clothing for those in need. I'm also collecting for their pets who lost things like toys, food, and beds.

Can you help?

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Blast: Diana Miller, Opera, Murder, and Romance


About Diana:
When she was eight, Diana Miller decided she wanted to be Nancy Drew. But no matter how many garbage cans she dug through, conversations she “accidentally” overheard, and attics she searched, she never found a single cryptic letter, hidden staircase, or anything else even remotely mysterious. She worked as a lawyer, a soda jerk, a stay-at-home mom, a hospital admitting clerk, and a conference host before deciding that the best way to inject suspense into her otherwise satisfying life was by writing about it.

Diana is a five-time nominee for the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award and winner of a Golden Heart for Dangerous Affairs—a romantic suspense novel that shows not everyone in her home state is Minnesota Nice. She lives in the Twin Cities with her family.

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BLURB:

When soap opera star Abby Langford leaves Los Angeles for her Minnesota hometown, she’s hoping to give her nine-year-old daughter the peaceful childhood she never knew. But instead of tranquility, Abby finds an old knife hidden between the walls of her new house. Then the nightmares start: a blood-soaked victim and a killer’s arm slicing through the air, again and again.

Abby wonders if she’s having the nervous breakdown the tabloids claim she already had, especially when sexy, skeptical police chief Josh Kincaid questions her story. When menacing hate mail arrives, Josh’s professional concern for Abby soon evolves into an intense attraction, and the feeling is mutual. And now Josh wonders if her psychic visions are of crimes past—or a premonition of terrors to come.

To survive, Abby and Josh must uncover the truth and stop a killer . . . before Abby’s worst nightmares come true.

Excerpt:

The doorbell rang, shooting a fresh blast of cold panic through Abby. She opened her mouth, but swallowed her scream—it had to be the police. Bad guys didn’t use doorbells. She unlocked and opened the front door with frozen fingers.

Josh was standing on the front porch, dressed in black jeans and a burgundy polo shirt, his hand on the doorjamb and his eyes narrowed. “What’s such a damn emergency?”

“I got another message. From the person who hates me.”

Josh expelled a clearly exasperated breath, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Look, I know I told you to take the letters seriously, but since the mail carrier delivered it hours ago, this isn’t exactly an emergency. Bring it to the station tomorrow. I’d like to get back to my date.”

“It didn’t come in the mail this time.” Abby’s voice rose an octave, her words tripping over each other. “It’s on my bathroom mirror, written in lipstick. Someone got into my house, and they could get in again.” She sounded half hysterical, but she couldn’t help it. This was in a different category from her normal hate mail.

Josh stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. “You were gone tonight?”

She slumped against one wall of the foyer, hugging herself and struggling to regain her control.

“Maddie and I were at a birthday party for Laura’s youngest son. At Pizzaville. We got home around nine thirty, and I put Maddie to bed. I read in the family room for a while, then went back upstairs. And found it.”

“Show me.” Josh grabbed her forearm and directed her up the stairs.

The message was short and to the point, capital letters written in red lipstick on the wall-size mirror:

LEAVE OR DIE BITCH. FROM YOUR BIGGEST FAN

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