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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Interview of Author Sherry Ewing


Today I'm pleased to present an interview of romance author Sherry Ewing.

Latest Book: If My Heart Could See You
Buy Links:
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BIO:
Sherry Ewing is a self-published author who writes historical and paranormal romance novels to awaken the soul one heart at a time. Her debut historical romance, If My Heart Could See You, hit Amazon’s top ten bestseller list only two days after the paperback release. Always wanting to write a novel but busy raising her children, she finally took the plunge in 2008 and wrote her first Regency. She is a national and local member of Romance Writers of America since 2012 and is currently editing her to be released soon second novel, For All of Ever. When Sherry is not busy writing, she can be found in the San Francisco area at her day job as an Information Technology Specialist.

Q: How did you celebrate publishing your first book?
A: I celebrated with my mom and daughter with a very nice bottle of wine.

Q: What’s your writing schedule like? Do you strive for a certain amount of words each day?
A: Since I have a day job, my writing doesn’t start until the evening. I write when I can but don’t have a specific word count I strive for each day.

Q: What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
A: Every month I attend my local Romance Writers of America meeting that I joined in 2012. It gets me inspired to write. I have an extremely supportive chapter and am thankful to be associated with this group. I also attend the yearly conference if I’m able.

Q: Do you eat comfort food/listen to music when writing?
A: Sometimes both but I’ve been listening to Whisper of a Thrill from Meet Joe Black. I seem to do my best writing with this on in the background.

Q: How do you choose names for your characters?
A: My daughters have chosen the majority of my character names. I like that they’ve contributed to my work.

Q: Give one advice tip to an aspiring author.
A: Have at least three books ready to go, or for editing, before you start your publishing process.

Q: If you could give a younger version of yourself advice, what would it be?
A: Never give up on your dreams. It may take a while, but if you want it enough, it will happen.

Q: What genre would you like to try writing that you haven’t yet tried?
A: My critique partner and I have a contemporary rolling around in our heads.

Q: Any part of a book that drives you crazy as you write: beginning, middle, or end?
A: The sagging middle drives me nuts and always has me wondering if my manuscript is good enough or if I should scrap the whole thing.

Q: How many stories are swirling around in your head? Do you keep a mental list, a computer file, or a spiral notebook filled with the ideas?
A: At the moment I have at least another five stories going on inside my head of where I want my characters to go. No lists, no writing them down, but I have told my older daughter my ideas since I’ve passed the writing gene down to her!

Fun Stuff:
Q: What is your favorite holiday and why?
A: I love Christmas and watching the faces of my kids when they open their presents.

Q: What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?
A: I sometimes break out into random dance and I snort when I laugh too hard.

Q: As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: An airline stewardess.

Q: Favorite food.
A: Sushi.

Q: Favorite happy memory.
A: The birth of my children.

Q: Favorite drink.
A: A nice red wine.

Q: Hot summer days or chilly winter nights?
A: Chilly winter nights

Q: What is the top thing on your bucket list?
A: Standing on the battlement wall of Bamburgh Castle in England.

Q: If you could have a super power, what would it be?
A: The ability to time travel.

Where to Find Me:
Website & Blog: http://www.sherryewing.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sherryewingauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/sherry_ewing
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Sherry-Ewing/e/B00LP3CVXK
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8382315.Sherry_Ewing
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/SherryLEwing

BLURB:
When you’re enemies, does love have a fighting chance?

For Amiria of Berwyck, defeat does not come easily as she watches her home and clan being ripped asunder. When the very enemy who has laid siege to her home demands her fealty, she will do whatever it takes to protect her people including a hastily concocted ruse that quickly begins to unravel. All too soon, she starts to question whether she can forgive herself for betraying those she has sworn to protect.

Dristan of Blackmore, champion knight of King Henry II, has a reputation to uphold as the Devil’s Dragon. After his invading army conquers Berwyck castle, he sets out to manage the newly claimed estate by training its knights in the art of proper defense. At first, everything appears as it should be, or is it? Betrayed by those he believed he could trust, he must first set aside his anger before he can make room in his heart for love.

Together they are tied by an unspoken bond. As they begin to rebuild the land and unite their people, forces beyond their control attempt to tear apart their fragile truce and only time will tell if love will forever bring them together.

EXCERPT:
Merciful heavens, what was she to do? His words hung in the air between them, and her consciousness frantically screamed to find an answer to give him and quickly! Yet, no rebuttal came to her frozen mind as Amiria stood there in total indecisiveness. She knew she could not allow him to get too close on the off chance he might recognize her, even though her face was clean from the grime and mud usually gracing it these days. ’Twas the words he uttered, haunting her as he had spoken them to her once afore, although she was now in a different guise.

“Somehow, I do not think giving you my name would be in my best interest, my lord,” she said quietly and took but an instant more to gaze at him afore her eyes became downcast. Her mind was racing, thinking of only how to escape the predicament she now found herself in with no horse to hasten her journey.

Dristan gave a soft chuckle at her words. “Mayhap not, but ’twould please me to know it just the same.”

“It matters not to me if you are pleased, so I will keep it unto myself I think,” she retorted sharply.

“I see a task afore me that I might coax it from your lips,” he prompted, taking a step in her direction. For each footstep he advanced, Amiria took one in the opposite direction towards the forest ’til he halted.

“Call it as you see fit, but ’twill still not gain you what you seek.” Amiria watched as he laughed out loud, but she could not find the humor of the situation from her words she had spoken.

“I do so love a challenge,” he argued humorously.

“Do you?” she asked sarcastically. “And what, pray tell, do you achieve if you should know my name, my lord?”

Dristan looked on her with a slight smile set upon his handsome face. “Why I achieve the name of a beautiful woman I would like to know better.”

She contemplated him again, wondering at his ploy. “And how know you I am beautiful with just one glimpse of my face?”

“Anyone with eyes in his head could tell, fair damsel, you are indeed a fine looking woman.”

“They say beauty is not everything, my lord Dristan. Perchance I have a shrewish nature, as I have been told such afore.”

“Somehow, I think not.”

“Do you?” she repeated the same words of but seconds ago.

He interrupted her. “Besides, ’tis not fair you should know who I am, but I am not granted the same.”

“Any and all would be a fool not to know the Devil’s Dragon of Blackmore now claims his lair in Berwyck Castle.”

“Then you have heard of me and my reputation has proceeded me,” he cajoled.

“Aye, my lord, I have indeed knowledge of you.”

“I see you do not fear me, as some do upon first encountering me. Why is that, I wonder, when you in truth do not know my nature?” he questioned honestly.

“I fear no man,” she answered, as she raised her head defiantly with a flip of her head, “or beast for that matter!”

Dristan threw his head back and laughed. It sounded pleasant to her ears. “Well said, damsel. Mayhap in you I have finally met my match! Still you have me at a loss mistress...besides not giving me your name, that is.”

Monday, September 22, 2014

In how many languages can you say COCKED AND LOADED?

Pretty soon it will be a lot of them because the foreign rights have just been sold to a company that will translate it into multiple languages for the Far East and Europe. Am I excited? Are you kidding? I'm still smiling!

And here's a taste of this hot, sexy western for you.

When Jamie Randall kicked the dust of Amen, Texas from her heels, she swore neither the town nor the bad boy she'd given her virginity to would never see her again. Yet here she is, returning under a cloud of disgrace, not a penny to her name or a soul to welcome her--least of all the sheriff. Jamie Randall—a decade hadn’t lessened the bitter taste of her name. Zane Cameron had only been good enough for sultry summer sex. But the local hell raiser is the sheriff now and determined to run her hot little body off the worthless piece of land her father left her and right out of his sleepy little town. Just as soon as he scratched a twelve-year-old itch.  Explosive passion changes Zane’s mind, but before they can explore their feelings, strange events threaten Jamie and it becomes obvious someone else wants her out of the way.  Dirty money, cold-blooded murder, and deadly secrets interfere with Zane’s plans to convince Jamie to give him a second chance.



He closed the last little bit of distance between them, his eyes burning into hers like twin torches. Then his mouth was on hers, just like the day before, burning her, sucking the life out of her while infusing it back into her body. She wanted to hit him, push him away, but her traitorous arms wounds up around his neck and clung to him, holding his head to hers. Her panties were already soaked, and that old familiar quiver raced through the muscles of her cunt.
His tongue probed her mouth, taking, taking. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. And to her shame she gave as good as she got. She couldn’t have moved away if her life was threatened, not even when his hands slid down to reach under her T-shirt and cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her bra. One touch of those rough-silken lips and those big hot hands and her brain simply melted away.
His tongue had a life of its own, probing into the recesses of her mouth, licking, tasting, teasing. His fingers pinched her nipples just hard enough to cause a shiver of pleasure-pain. She hung onto him for dear life, drowning in the sensations that assaulted her body.
The harder he tugged on her nipples, the more he plundered her mouth, the weaker her legs became until she wasn’t sure she could stand at all if she took her arms from his neck.
When every bit of breath had left her lungs, he lifted his mouth just a fraction, tracing the edge of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Jamie?”
“Mmm?” She forced her eyes open.
“You using your old bedroom?”
“What? My bedroom?”
He extricated himself from her grip and lifted her in his arms. “Your bedroom. I’m going to fuck the life out of you, and I don’t want to do it on that ratty old couch.”
She could barely focus enough to from clitoris to vaginal opening and back, gathering the cream she knew was gushing from her. He lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked on it.
“Taste good, too. Just as I’ve remembered point toward the stairs. “Yes. Same room. Second door on the right.”
Later, when her brain kicked into gear again and she could pluck one rational thought from it, she’d wonder why she hadn’t just ordered Zane Cameron out of her house. He certainly wouldn’t take her by force. That wasn’t his style. No, even after all this time, he knew just which buttons to push and how to push them, and in an instant all her defenses were down. But at the moment, all she could think of was how good he felt next to her and the explosion his kisses had set off in her body.
He held her against his chest as he took the steps two at a time. Using his foot, he pushed the door to her room open and in seconds had her flat on her back on her clean white sheets, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes again to see him staring at her with a look of intense hunger on his face, and instantly heat warmed her blood.
With hands that shook slightly, he pulled the T-shirt over her head, disposed of her bra, and stripped her shorts and panties from her, tossing everything to the floor. Then he bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her to his ravenous gaze.
He drew in a deep, ragged breath, and let it out slowly. “God, Jamie, you have the most gorgeous cunt in the world.”



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Saturday, September 20, 2014

Interview of Author Michele Zurlo

Today I'm pleased to present an interview of romance author Michele Zurlo.

Latest Book: Re/Bound

Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LGAZ8VO

BIO:
I’m Michele Zurlo, author of over 20 romance novels. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve. I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips. I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.

Q: How did you celebrate publishing your first book?
A: I think it came out on a Tuesday, so I went to work. At the time, I didn’t know anything about marketing or promotion, so I just checked my sales over and over. We might have gone out to eat that weekend. My first royalty check was only about $600, so that spring we took the kids to Florida to see Busch Gardens and their aunt who lives nearby.

Q: Your novel is being made into a TV series/movie. Who’s in your dream cast?
A: For Malcolm/Theo, I’d like to see Richard Armitage. I’ve been binge-watching MI-5 recently, and the moment I saw him, it was like the picture in my head had come to life. He’s been in a fair number of movies, none of which I’ve seen, and now I have to add them to my Netflix queue. For Darcy, I think Anne Hathaway could nail it.

Q: What’s your writing schedule like? Do you strive for a certain amount of words each day?
A: I write seasonally. Because I’m also a teacher, I tend to scale back on writing August-October. I pick it up again in Nov-Jan, let it slide for Feb-April, and then write like crazy from May-July. My kids swim and dive (one swims and one dives), so I do much of my writing poolside. If I’m at home, I usually have to squirrel myself away in my bedroom. Open concept houses are great if you have an office, but I don’t, so if I work in the kitchen or living rooms, then the kids are in and out. I can’t write a sex scene with kids running around. They’re even birth control for my characters.

Q: What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
A: I’ve learned to put myself out there. When I first started, I didn’t know anything about marketing or promotion. I put blurbs on Yahoo groups and wondered why nothing happened. I didn’t have the Internet at home (yep, I’m slow to adapt—I had it at work, so why did I need it at home?) and so I didn’t know anything about blogs, interviews, Facebook, or appearances. Now I make a point to be visible and active. I love interacting with readers and other authors.

Q: How much of yourself is hidden in the characters in the book?
A: Like most authors, many characters have pieces of me. Like Darcy, I have a huge fear of public speaking, yet my day job demands I do it. Like Amy (Darcy’s sister), I worry about my little sisters. And like Malcolm, I don’t always follow protocol to get things done.

Q: Of all your characters, who’s your favorite, and why?
A: The first character I ever created, Rhiannon Cartescu from Tomorrow Cries, is my favorite character. Creating her—and her story—was like giving birth.

Q: If you could change something about your first book, what would it be?
A: Funny you should ask. I’m getting the rights back to my first book soon, and I’ve changed a lot about it already because I plan to reissue it. First, I changed it to first person, the way I’d originally written it. Second, I took into account feedback from readers, particularly about the ending, and I’ve added 30K words to the original manuscript.

Q: How do you choose names for your characters?
A: I don’t rely on any one method. Sometimes their names just come to me. Other times, I peruse baby name websites or go to a random name generator. I’ve even listened to my kids playing and stolen names they’ve made up. I’ve opened a magazine and taken the first name I came across. Once I named a character (Torrey) after a street.

Q: Have you ever used an incident from your real life into one of your books?
A: In Mina’s Heart, the characters play poker and have a funny conversation. That came from my friend’s surprise 40th birthday party where we had a very similar conversation.

Q: How many stories are swirling around in your head? Do you keep a mental list, a computer file, or a spiral notebook filled with the ideas?
A: I always have 2-3 stories that I allow to swirl around in my head. I used to be able to keep them in my head, but now that I’m juggling the schedules of 2 tweens, a day job, and a hectic household, I have a notebook. Everything is in there, and I’d be totally screwed if I lost it.

Fun Stuff:
Q: What is your favorite holiday and why?
A: We are pagan, and so Samhain is our favorite holiday. The kids like to dress up and trick-or-treat, and then they leave the majority of their candy out for the Halloween fairy to take. In its place, she leaves gifts. It’s actually a bigger holiday for us than Solstice.

Q: What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?
A: I don’t know if people are actually surprised, but they always seem shocked when I tell them my age. Apparently I look younger than I am, or I just surround myself with people who kiss up. Second, people are often surprised to find out I’m a Doctor Who fan. Yep, I’m a geek.

Q: As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: I wanted to be a librarian so I could read all day. I even set up a library in my basement and made my friends check out books.

Q: Favorite food.
A: Chocolate, though that’s more of a basic necessity. Grilled cheese comes in a close second.

Q: Favorite happy memory.
A: The day my girls were born.

Q: Favorite drink.
A: Tea—Stash’s Holiday Chai

Q: Hot summer days or chilly winter nights?
A: Chilly winter nights. I love to snuggle with my family under a pile of blankets.

Q: What is the top thing on your bucket list?
A: I don’t have a bucket list. If there’s something I want to do, I do it.

Q: If you could have a super power, what would it be?
A: I’d be a Timelord.

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Website: www.michelezurloauthor.com (My blogs can be accessed from there.)
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormichelezurlo
Twitter: @MZurloAuthor
Amazon: amazon.com/author/michelezurlo

BLURB:
Picking herself up after the devastating loss of her master is more difficult than Darcy anticipated. Just when she needs someone the most, a handsome Dom steps in. Theo is thoughtful, dominant, and demanding—everything she needs. He pushes her boundaries, tests her limits, and takes her to new heights. With him, she remembers what it is to feel joy and love and a firm hand on her ass.

Agent Malcolm Legato is after a corrupt businessman, and Darcy is his ticket into the upper echelon of Snyder Corp. As he cultivates her as an asset, he falls hard for this feisty submissive, and he knows he'll break her heart the moment she finds out he's been lying to her all along.

When it all falls apart, will Darcy be able to find the strength to forgive Malcolm so they can build a life together and the courage to bring justice to the man she loved and lost?

With twists of rope and plot, this action-packed story will
make you laugh, cry, and squirm in all the right ways. With Re/Bound, Michele Zurlo delivers a smart, bold, and sexy tale.

EXCERPTWarning: Adult Language
She paused at a door three-quarters of the way down the hall. Her gaze fell to the floor. After the awkwardness had passed, the rest of the night had gone well. He had kept the conversation on innocuous topics and had learned a lot about her relationship with Victor Snyder. The prick had her thoroughly and completely snowed. She considered him a friend and a benefactor.

He hooked his finger under her chin and encouraged her to meet his gaze. When she complied, he rewarded her with a smile. Without a doubt, she was one responsive submissive. Yataines had trained her well.

He cupped the side of her face and traced his thumb over her eyebrow. Adjusting the position of his hand, he repeated the caress along her lower lip. She trembled a bit, but she clearly awaited his command. His earlier intention had been an impulsive act of affection. It had taken all his willpower to keep his cock from saluting her submissiveness.

“I had a nice time tonight, Darcy. Thank you for making this trip worthwhile.”

Her eyes widened a bit, and he knew she wanted to ask if he’d decided against seeing her again now that he’d found out about some of her baggage.

He replayed his caress of her lip. Suddenly he needed to taste her lips more than anything in the world. “Can I kiss you?”

She began to nod, but she caught herself in time. She swallowed and licked her lips. “Yes, I’d like that.”

Malcolm had never once taken the trust of a submissive lightly. Part of him wanted to play the gentleman and leave her alone. A larger part of him needed to know the flavor and texture of her kiss. He recognized the blurring of the line between his cover identity and his real self, and he couldn’t keep from crossing it.

He feathered his lips over hers, a reverent caress that teased a small sigh from her. That tiny sound proved to be his undoing. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, and she opened for him. He cradled her head with one hand to hold her close, and he snaked the other around her waist to press her body closer.

She moaned and leaned into him as he directed with the pressure of his hand on her back. He tasted her lips and teeth. He sampled the roof of her mouth and tangled his tongue with hers. A piece of his heart he’d never before used came to life. It beat a furious staccato rhythm he felt echoed in her chest. Blood rushed to his cock. He thrust a knee between her legs and ground against her.

She mewled, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. Inflamed with her flavor, he moved his lips to sample her neck. She moaned and threw her head back.

The sharp crack of it hitting the door brought Malcolm back to his senses. He had shoved her against the door, and he had ravaged her with everything in his arsenal. He released her abruptly, keeping one hand close in case she needed more than the door to hold her up.

She gazed up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire and blurred by shock. She took a deep, ragged breath and pushed away from the door.

Malcolm ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. You consented to a kiss, not a public mauling.”

A little laugh escaped before she could bite her lip to keep it inside. “Now I’m wondering what will happen if I consent to a public mauling.”

The visions she evoked meant he would need an icy shower before going to sleep. Wisely he changed the topic. “I’d like to see you again. Can we have breakfast together? I could swing by around eight, and we could walk down together.”

Malcolm didn’t know whether he asked her for the mission or because the pounding heart
in his chest wanted to shrivel up and die at the thought of not seeing her.

She nodded. “I’d like that.”


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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Interview of Author J.D. Faver

Today I'm happy to present an interview of romance author J.D. Faver.

Latest Book: BAD DREAMS
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K2IMIB4

BIO:
J.D. Faver is a Texas author of edgy romantic suspense. The Edge of Texas series is set on the lower coast, close to the border with Mexico. J.D. was an avid catamaran racer and sailed this part of the Gulf frequently. Now, she just kills characters there. Badlands, her other romantic suspense series is set in the Texas Panhandle, just to keep things interesting. Gotta love the cowboys too.



Q: How did you celebrate publishing your first book?
A: I immediately published the next one and the one after that.

Q: Your novel is being made into a TV series/movie. Who’s in your dream cast?
A: I created my character Darla based on Jennifer Garner’s image. I think she would bring Darla’s personality to the big screen very effectively. Since Darla is in all the Edge of Texas books, it would have to be a series. Darla a sheriff’s deputy and trained as a sniper. A lot of things happen to her along the way. While she’s tough and resilient, she’s also beautiful and a mom to twin 4-year-olds. She is a Bailey and the only girl with 7 brothers, so she had to grow up with survival skills.

Q: What’s your writing schedule like? Do you strive for a certain amount of words each day?
A: I wake up and on my way to the shower, I turn on the computer. I think we are bonded. I have been writing every day for the past 5 years. The results have been pretty consistent. I manage to crank out 4 new novels each year without too much stress. I have a small rescue dog and she lets me know when we need to go outside.

Q: What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
A: I think I’m doing the most important thing, and that is to keep writing. I love the contact with readers and I feel I have an obligation to write the next in the series and the next after that. I have some stand-alones as well, but if you commit to write a series, you damned well better not disappoint your readers. It thrills me when I’m contacted by readers who want the next book, or they tell me about a character they think deserves their own book. This is an adrenaline shot for a writer. Just like applause to an actor or musician.

Q: How much of yourself is hidden in the characters in the book?
A: A great deal. I do not write heroines who are anything less than kick-butt strong. And that pretty much describes me. I’m an advocate for elderly and disabled individuals, children and animals. Do not piss me off about these issues. I’m a very good shot.

Q: Of all your characters, who’s your favorite, and why?
A: I have a lot of favorites, but Rafael, the hero of my Edge of Texas series, seems to resonate the strongest to readers too. I could definitely stay in love/lust with him. Rafael is the sheriff and he is a ‘boy scout’ in most ways, as he always tries to do the right thing. But he admits to being possessive and having a jealous streak where Chloe is concerned. Do not mess with the big guy.

Q: Do you eat comfort food/listen to music when writing?
A: When writing sex scenes I have to seduce myself. I listen to blues (BB King, Bonnie Raitt, Stevie Ray Vaughan) and I also dance. One of my favorites to dance to is, “I said I loved you but I lied”.

Q: Have you ever used an incident from your real life into one of your books?
A: Oh, yes. Many times. Places I have lived and events in my life are chronicled in all my books.

Q: Out of your entire backlist, which book has the best opening line? What's the line?
A: These are my favorites. You can choose. “She’s going to blow me...” Mike glanced over his shoulder. He lowered his voice, aware that he’d been shouting into his cell phone. BAD VIBES (Edge of Texas-3)

“This is not a date!” Her stilettos paced a tempo on the hardwood floor, echoing throughout his sparsely furnished bachelor apartment. BAD GIRL!

“You cannot go. I absolutely forbid it.” Breckenridge T. Ryan gazed at his bride of less than two months with an uncompromising glare. He rolled his eyes when he caught her amused expression. THE RELUCTANT RANCHER (Badlands-2)

Facts of life...Not all babies are cute. Not all elderly people are sweet. And not all brides are beautiful. KILL SHOT.

Q: How many stories are swirling around in your head? Do you keep a mental list, a computer file, or a spiral notebook filled with the ideas?
A: Sadly, I looked in my WIP file and counted 25 different unfinished projects. The good news is I consistently finish 4 novels per year. The bad news is, before I finish one, there are 2 new ideas struggling to escape my brain. But I may not be married to all the works in progress. Maybe I’m just dating them…toying with their affections.

Fun Stuff:
Q: What is your favorite holiday and why?
A: I love Christmas because that is a family gathering time and I love to bake and feed people I love. I’m a huge fan of Halloween also. I have a great witch costume and a devil costume, as well as a pumpkin costume for me and my two granddaughters (they have since outgrown them).

Q: What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?
A: I was the girl singer in a band/orchestra and I’m still a very good shot. The two don’t necessarily go together.

Q: As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: I wanted to be an actress. I majored in Drama in college and then figured out I would make a lousy waitress so I changed my major.

Q: Favorite food.
A: Many: Lobster, crab, avocado, fresh asparagus, chocolate anything.

Q: Favorite happy memory.
A: Every time I get together with family and friends, I’m rewarded with a slew of happy memories. Couldn’t pick just one.

Q: Favorite drink.
A: Coke, the breakfast of champions.

Q: Hot summer days or chilly winter nights?
A: Living in coastal Texas, I can’t remember what chilly winter nights feel like, so I will go with hot summer days. We have a lot of those.

Q: What is the top thing on your bucket list?
A: To plant all my fruit trees on our land in the Hill Country of Texas and see my grandchildren harvest the fruit.

Q: If you could have a super power, what would it be?
A: I would live forever so I can crank out all the stories in my head. Immortality would suit me fine.

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Website: http://www.jdfaver.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JDFaver
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BLURB:
When Chloe falls in love with an old Victorian, she convinces Rafael to buy her dream house. She envisions their children playing on the extensive grounds and harvesting fruit from the long-neglected citrus orchard. Undisturbed for decades, ghosts begin speaking to her. Now, with renovations underway, the house begins to divulge its secrets. Who knows where the bodies are buried?

Meanwhile, Rafael and his team of deputies are busy trying to protect the community from a ruthless home invasion gang. The lower Texas coast is at risk on more than one plane, as the robbers target area citizens and tortured spirits are torturing the ones he loves.

Rock-solid and down to earth, Rafael is hard-pressed to accept the whole ghost thing, much less the measures Chloe takes to combat the spirits, but she goes into full battle mode, enlisting the assistance of a curandera to help her vanquish supernatural evil and release her young daughter from their possession.

EXCERPT: Set-up:
This is from the first night Chloe and Rafael spend in the old Victorian house they purchased and is in the process of being remodeled. Rafael is not completely in love with the house, but she is determined to win him over. She has fixed up the turret room for her grand seduction.

"Don't you just love this room?" she persisted.

He nodded. "Better than the rest of the house. But it smells of dust and something else."

"Bleach. I wiped down the hard surfaces with bleach water."

"Yeah, that’s romantic."

She stretched up to plant a kiss on his mouth. "It will be. Please stop grousing. I love this place."

He expelled a deep breath. "I know, and I love you." He lifted her onto the bed and sank down beside her. "I just wish you had fallen in love with a brand new place that had functional central air conditioning."

"Buzz kill."

"Brat!"

She laughed and he kissed her mouth...kissed it so well, she forgot about defending her house. She fumbled with his uniform shirt, wanting his skin touching hers. "Why don't they design these uniforms with Velcro?"

His face split into a wide grin. "Because then I would be Rafael Solis, the stripper and not the sheriff."

"I want stripper Raffy, so get these clothes off now."

He guffawed and removed his holstered gun and the handcuffs looped through his utility belt. He placed them on the floor beside the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt cuff.

Chloe rolled onto her back with her arms flung overhead, draping off the side of the bed. She had wanted Raffy to love the house as much as she did, but he wasn't there yet. He did love the five acre home site with the orchards and other lush trees. He could envision his children having lots of space to roam and play.

A strong breeze blew through the open windows, cooled by the water in the bay. The sheer curtains she’d rushed to install undulated like frenzied dancers. This could be so nice. She wanted their first night in their soon-to-be home to be a memorable experience. She turned her gaze back to her husband, admiring his handsome features as he worked open the buttons of his starched uniform shirt.

She ran her hand over his chest, lightly caressing his muscled torso. Work of art. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more." He tossed the shirt to the floor beside the bed. He pulled off his boots and dropped his pants.

Chloe reached up for him and he slid into her arms.

Rafael was a big man. Strong, but gentle. He swept her long hair out of the way and arranged himself over her, resting his weight on his forearms. He held himself above her, teasing her with his nearness. Tantalizing her with his languor. He definitely knew how to take his time.

She arched up to graze his chest, writhing against him.

He made a contented sound. Something between a hum and a groan.

Yes, I want to torture you, Mr. slow and easy. She ran her fingertips over his sides, softly scraping his muscled flesh with her short nails.

He captured her face in his hands and gazed into her eyes for a moment before lowering his head. He brushed his mouth over hers, nuzzling her lips before kissing her, gently at first and then deeper. His kiss set fire to something inside her, like striking a match to dry kindling.

She arched up again wrapping her arms and legs around his torso, lifting herself to rub against his hardness.

Rafael pressed her down onto the bed, using his weight to anchor her. He trailed kisses down the side of her neck, onto her shoulder. Cupping a breast in his hand, he teased it with his mouth, circling her nipple with his tongue before suckling it.

Chloe raked her fingers through his thick hair, offering herself up for his torment.

Mi preciosa,” he murmured in her ear, sending tiny prickles down her neck.

She grazed his shoulders with her teeth, ran her tongue along the line of his collar bone to his neck. “Oh, Raffy, I’m so happy to be spending our first night here.”

“Yeah? Well get ready for ecstasy, because I’m going to take you there.”


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~JD

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Needed, new brain


New computer, new programs. Needed: new brain!

I’m about three days into switching from a PC to a Mac and I could be doing better. This is damned confusing, although everyone assures me that in a week I’ll be acclimated. HA!

So I’m taking the easy way out and posting some interesting quotes from the Motivation Grid.

The power of a single sentence is tremendous. A single sentence can either make your day or ruin it. Here are a few sentences to change your life for the better.

1.   People aren’t against you; they are for themselves.
2.   Climb mountains not so the world can see you,  but that you can see the world.
3.   You learn more from failure than from success; don’t let failure stop you. Failure builds character.
4.   The most dangerous risk of all- the risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do so later.
5.   Go where you’re celebrated, not where you’re tolerated.
6.   The person you will spend the most time within your life is yourself, so you’d better try to make yourself as interesting as possible.
7.   If you accept your limitations you go beyond them.
8.   People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing, that’s why we re- commend it daily.
9.   Everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.
  10.Comfort is the enemy of achievement.

  Now comes the easy part! I’d love to know if any of these strike a chord with you, and which one it is.

I’ve picked out in my mind the one that grabbed me. If you’d comment and give me the number of which one grabbed you, and your choice duplicates mine you can go to my website, www.jeanhartstewart.com and pick out any e-book of mine you want.

Have fun with this…..and see you next month.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Guest Blog: Jane Leopold Quinn: Paris to Normandy: Inspiration for a Story!

My husband and I just got back from a trip to France with the worst souvenir ever—severe colds. Five days later and I’m still just barely moving. This doesn’t diminish the beauty we found in France. Honestly, I love England and Italy and never had a big hankering to go to France. Nutty, yes I know but my dh wanted to see the Normandy Beaches and US Cemetery. I said I’d like to see Versailles.

We went on one of those Seine River tours. You’ve probably seen Viking advertised on TV. I thought they were interesting. The cruise company we ended up taking was Avalon Waterways. I didn’t know it but there are at least four river cruise companies in Europe. Avalon also runs Mississippi and Columbia riverboat tours here in the States. And sailing slowly and smoothly along the Seine was amazingly relaxing and lovely. I can highly recommend Avalon Waterways.

What does this have to do with writing? I haven’t a clue. But I’m sitting here, drugged up to the hilt with cold medications and nodding off in a doze every few minutes while watching NCIS reruns and writing romance is the last thing on my mind.

This won’t be a travelogue or anything as comprehensive as what Rick Steves writes. It’s just some musings and photos.





We stopped in Vernon, accent on the ‘non’. The weather was cooler than than we expected but not abnormal for that area of northern France. Cool temperatures made for gorgeous flowers in flower beds and hanging baskets. But I also loved the half-timbered houses.





Rouen is pronounced “rwr” or something like that. There’s no way a gal from Dubuque in Iowa could support a decent French accent. “Rwr” has many ancient buildings and the requisite cathedral. It’s also the town where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. The church built and dedicated to her is a very controversial modern construction. At least the architect thought to put ancient stained glass windows in the church. They’d been removed from another church before WW II to protect them.





Omaha Beach on the Normandy coast was so much larger than I’d ever imagined. It stretched for what seemed like miles. The chaos on that beach on June 6, 1944 must have been unimaginable to all the young men there. This is a photo of a sculpture, called Les Braves, in their honor.






Of course the US Cemetery is a peaceful and moving overwhelming expanse of green grass and white marble crosses. Avalon arranged for a short service, the playing of the National Anthem on a carillon and taps, then gave each of us a rose to place on any grave we would care to. Our plan was to find the grave of a friend’s great uncle and take photos of it. Luckily we had the section and plot number. That was nice to be able to make the visit more personal.










Les Andelys is another small town along the Seine, picturesque with more flowers and more ancient buildings. In their church, a wedding was being set up. I loved the rustic simplicity of the aisle chair decorations. I wish we’d been able to see the bride and groom. I would have liked to see her gown.














The Eiffel Tower is humongous, much larger than I thought it would be even after seeing photos. One of our guides said it had originally been painted red. I always thought it was black but it’s really a taupe/gray. See how just one leg of it dwarfs the people?






We toured Versailles and, wouldn’t you know it, my camera stopped working but Versailles was overwhelming and I wouldn’t have known what to focus on anyway. Same with The Louvre. Between the crowds at both places and everything there was to see, you just have to put the the camera down and gawk. I thought I’d been charging it up every night on the ship but apparently it didn’t work. I was afraid I’d have to take it to Best Buy for help but thought I’d charge it at home and YAY, it came back on line. Whew! I quickly transferred the photos to my laptop.

Besides the humongous cold, the flights are the worst part of trips. We had heavy turbulence both ways but at least the person behind me didn’t have a “Knee Defender.”

I don’t quite have a plot yet, but I would definitely have my characters strolling around the Île de la Cité, the island that’s the original heart of Paris, or sitting in a café on the Champs Elysées. Meet a painter in that little café. Turn that around so it’s a female painter with a male subject. How about a diamond necklace is stolen from a rich American woman, she hires a PI to find it, which eventually leads them both to the romantic narrow streets and wide boulevards of Paris.


I hope you enjoyed my little tour and photos. I write highly sensual stories that can be found here: Amazon Author Page
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
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