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Thursday, July 24, 2014

The History of Sunglasses #CaraMarsi #RB4U

The History of Sunglasses

Sunglasses are cool. Think Jackie Kennedy Onassis, Grace Kelly and Audrey Hepburn.

 I love to wear sunglasses, not only because they’re cool, but because my eyes are sensitive to sunlight. Usually, blue eyes are more sensitive to light, but my brown eyes are, so this gives me an excuse to wear sunglasses whenever there’s even a hint of sunshine. Also, sunglasses hide a multitude of sins, like dark circles, bags, bloodshot eyes, droopy eyes.

I thought sunglasses were a modern invention and decided to do a little research. Turns out, sunglasses have been around since earliest times. The ancient Inuit people wore “glasses” made from walrus ivory. These had narrow slits to block the harmful rays of the sun. Here’s a pair below:

The Emperor Nero liked to watch gladiator games wearing glasses with polished emeralds for lenses. Sunglasses made of flat lenses of smoky quartz to protect from glare were used in China in the 12th century or maybe sooner. Judges in ancient Chinese courts wore shaded glasses to conceal their facial expressions while questioning witnesses. Clever people, those Chinese.

None of these ancient glasses were used as corrective lenses. In 1430, vision-correcting tinted glasses were introduced into China from Italy. Around 1752, James Ayscough began experimenting with blue- or green-tinted lenses, believing they could correct some forms of vision impairment. Harmful UV rays weren’t a concern.

Glasses tinted with yellow-amber and brown were prescribed for syphilis sufferers in the 19th and early 20th centuries because those with syphilis were sensitive to light. In the U.S, in the 20th century, the military was at the forefront of sunglass technology.

Movie stars helped spread the popularity of sunglasses in the early 20th century. Some said they wore the glasses to avoid recognition. Another explanation is that they had red eyes from the powerful arc lamps that were used when filming.

Sam Foster introduced inexpensive, mass-produced sunglasses in 1929. He sold them under the name Foster Grant from a Woolworth’s on the boardwalk in Atlantic City.  By the 1930’s sunglasses were all the rage.

In the 1930’s the Army Corp of Engineers commissioned Bausch and Lomb to produce lenses that would protect pilots from high-altitude glare. In 1936, Edward Land, founder of the Polaroid Corporation, patented polarized lenses. Ray-Ban produced aviator-style glasses using polarized lenses.

In the 1960’s a clever advertising campaign by Foster Grant made sunglasses chic. We’ve also come to realize that sunglasses do more than protect from glare and make a person seem a little mysterious and alluring. The best sunglasses are those that protect against the sun’s harmful rays.

Now you have it—the history of sunglasses.

When I sold my first book, I treated myself to a pair of high-quality Revo brand glasses. Since then, I’ve bought two more pairs of designer glasses from the discount sites Gilt Group and Rue La La. I’ve tried to score a pair of Chanel from those sites, but that’s proved elusive. The Chanel glasses are sold out within minutes of going on sale. Because I now need “corrective” lenses, I have a pair of bifocal sunglasses that I wear most of the time. Since my designer glasses aren’t prescription, I wear them when I’m wearing contacts; otherwise, I might look nice, but I won’t be able to see a darn thing.

What about you? Do you love sunglasses? Do you wear them?

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Interview of Author Carly Carson

Today I'm pleased to present an interview of romance author Carly Carson.

Latest Book: Duke of Devonwood
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Carly will probably never marry into the British nobility, as she is already happily married to Traveling Man. But there's nothing wrong with a little fantasy in one's life, right? She has three children, who provide a daily dose of reality, even though they are almost perfect (just ask them!). Carly loves traveling, outdoor sports, reading, and visiting with friends and her large extended family.

Q: What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
A: In the beginning, I only worried about writing. Now I spend a lot more time marketing, which I don't enjoy as much, but it's a necessary part of the business.

Q: How much of yourself is hidden in the characters in the book?
A: I find it more entertaining to write characters who are different from myself. But I know my value system is present in my main characters because that would be hard to change too dramatically. I do look to some of my zany relatives to provide interesting traits for my secondary characters.

Q: Do you eat comfort food/listen to music when writing?
A: I don't need comfort food for my writing, but I do need it for my life. (Who doesn't?) Lol. I use music for inspiration, but I need quiet to actually write.

Q: Give one advice tip to an aspiring author.
A: Amateurs wait for inspiration. The rest of us just get up and go to work. (Stephen King quoting Philip Roth) This is true in any profession.

Q: If you could give a younger version of yourself advice, what would it be?
A: Sometimes, you just have to jump. Jump in and do it. Now.

Q: What genre would you like to try writing that you haven’t yet tried?
A: I've toyed with the idea of writing an erotic romance. But I'm put off by the fact that a couple of men we know have made comments to my husband such as: "You must have a very satisfying home life." This is after announcing they've read the "hot" parts of one of my books. Really? Do they think suspense authors murder folks in their spare time? It's fiction, not fact. My husband doesn't mind, but I do.

Q: Have you ever used an incident from your real life into one of your books?
A: I use real incidents all the time. For example, I have a novella in an anthology (Breakaway) in which the hero is a dolphin trainer at a water park in Mexico. I used my own experience swimming with dolphins to write that. (Try it if you ever get the chance!) In another novella (Love Charm for Carlotta), the heroine goes to Menemsha Beach on Martha's Vineyard with the hero. I never did what they do there (lol), but I have visited that beach to watch the memorable sunset. That's where I got the idea for their romantic tryst. (On my website, you can read my blogs about our sunset dinner on Menemsha Beach, and also my dolphin swimming experience.)

Q: Any part of a book that drives you crazy as you write: beginning, middle, or end?
A: The beginning is always my favorite part. I always have the ending drafted before I actually get there. The middle can be a slog.

Q: Out of your entire backlist, which book has the best opening line? What's the line?
A: Eclipse of the Heart: "No matter what he says, his thoughts will revolve around stripping you naked and bending you over his desk," Jessie said.

Q: How many stories are swirling around in your head?
A: Do you keep a mental list, a computer file, or a spiral notebook filled with the ideas? I have many, many stories in my head. I have snippets and chapters for a lot of them, and I keep it all on my computer. I'm often surprised at what I find in there!

Fun Stuff:
Q: What is your favorite holiday and why?
A: I love Christmas. I love buying the tree and trimming it. (We always get a large tree, and we have many ornaments with sentimental value.) I generally enjoy buying the presents (but not wrapping them). I love having a big family dinner on Christmas Day (usually about 25 people, although we aren't always at my house). I love the excitement of my children on Christmas morning. Most of all, I love carrying on traditions started with my parents that I'm now passing on to my kids.

Q: What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?
A: I have an MBA in Finance. I've been in a mine in Chile.

Q: As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: A writer. Sorry, that's a bit of a cliche, but it's true.

Q: Favorite food.
A: Potato chips.

Q: Favorite happy memory.
A: Playing with my cousins during our long summer vacations in Maine.

Q: Favorite drink.
A: Lemon Buzz-so tart!!

Q: Hot summer days or chilly winter nights?
A: Chilly winter nights because we ski all day and then in the evening, we have friends or family over. We sit in front of a roaring fire and play board games. So much fun!

Q: What is the top thing on your bucket list?
A: Attend the weddings of all my children.

Q: If you could have a super power, what would it be?
A: I guess I would like the ability to eat whatever I want and remain slender and healthy. I won't be greedy and ask to give up exercise.

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
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Miranda's father left her inheritance under the trusteeship of a Duke of England? Did he not realize this is the twenty-first century? She is certainly capable of managing her own money. More importantly, she needs that money to start her business, and to keep her family together.

She is not about to sit around while some arrogant Duke tells her what she can do with her own inheritance. Luckily, she's determined, hard-working, and a touch devious. She vows to do whatever it takes to foil the Duke...

The Duke of Devonwood doesn't want more dependents. With an entire dukedom to run, plus his father's second family to manage, he has too many people hanging on his coattails already. But this headstrong American, Miranda, won't take 'no' for an answer. In fact, she soon has his other dependents conniving with her—and against him.

He could handle the problem...if only she weren't so enticing.

Drawing a deep breath for courage, Miranda grasped the edge of the pool. Devonwood's rhythm faltered, just for a second, but she knew he was watching her.

She pulled herself out of the water, naked as the moonlight.

He stopped swimming.

Although she was pretending to be unconscious of his movements, she was well aware of the moment when the water stopped rippling, indicating that he'd halted.

She sauntered over to the lounge chair. His eyes were glued to her, something she knew with one hundred percent certainty, even though she couldn't see him. But she could feel his gaze burning her.

When she bent over to pick up a towel, he sucked in a quick breath. Her heart pounded with excitement and fear. If only she could turn around and see what he was doing. Was he angry, aroused, amused?

She knew he was not indifferent, because he had not resumed swimming.

Then she turned around, and sat down on the edge of the pool chair, giving him a full-frontal view. She reached behind herself, picked up another towel, and wrapped it around herself.

"There!" She sounded as brainless as Tweety bird. "Nobody saw a thing."

"I saw lots of…things." Devonwood's deep voice rumbled in the darkness.

She laughed. "No one made you look."

With two strokes, he was at the side of the pool. "Let's see how far you're willing to go. Jiggle those things for me."

"Goodness." She managed a light laugh. "I'd better get dressed."

She stood, picked up her thin cotton dress, and well, she had to do it. She dropped the towel and then pulled the dress, as slowly as she dared, over her head. It settled down around her, but she knew it was reasonably transparent when she stood in the full light of the moon, because she'd checked earlier.

When her vision cleared, she jumped in alarm.

The duke had climbed silently out of the pool, and was standing in front of her, his hair slicked back, his broad shoulders providing a sturdy platform for translucent drops of water, and his hands clenched in fists at his sides.

She had to remain cool, or she would lose control of her scheme. Picking up a towel, she rubbed it against her head.

"Are you trying to provoke me," he said, "or does it just come naturally?"

She dropped the towel, shook back her hair, and took a step toward him. "I was out here minding my own business. You—" she poked him in the chest "—are the one who showed up and started criticizing me."

"Anyone could have found you in the pool. What if I'd been Godfrey?" He grabbed the finger that had been poking him.

"For crying out loud! I would have asked him to turn his back so I could get a towel."

"You didn't ask me to turn my back." His big hand, cool with water drops, hot from his inner heat, curled around hers.

"You're a grown man," she said breathlessly. And some part of the grown man in front of her was growing right now, and it was pressing against her with eager demand.

"I thought you'd be able to get over the sight of a naked woman," she added, her voice faint as she looked up into his hot gaze.

"That's where you're wrong. At least, not when the naked woman is you." He pulled on her captured hand, she cried out and stumbled forward and then she was in his arms.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

I'm sooo late but I've got a hot tip!

Sorry, sorry, sorry to keep everyone waiting. Too much going on in my brains. But I have exciting news. If you didn't see the Cover Reveal Sunday, my first book with Kensington Publishing releases July 29 for preorder. It is a work of my heart and I'm going to give you a taste of it here.

***Leave me a comment. One lucky person will win an ebook of their choice.

A love story for everyone.
Sometimes life is not fair. For Julia Patterson meeting Luke Buchanan opened the door to a new life and brought her to life as a woman. In his arms she learns for the first time how real passion and emotion can enrich your life. He claims her body with the pleasure of erotic sex and his heart with unrestricted love. But Fate was laughing at Julia, just as she is about to step over the threshold into a wonderful new life. When her almost-ex-husband Charles is diagnosed with a fatal heart condition her divorce is put on hold along with the rest of her life. Turning her back on Luke and the intense passion and emotion they shared is the most difficult thing she’s ever done. But Julia has a secret, one that Charles has discovered and uses like a club. Thirteen years later when Luke walks back into her life the passion and emotion are just as explosive as ever. Will they finally have their chance at happiness or will her secret destroy it forever?
“Our executive vice president is tied up in a meeting right now,” Howard whispered as the executive staff filed in. “He’s the one who says yea or nay. He’ll join us as soon as he can.”
Great. Would he expect her to do it all over again for him?
She sighed and began her presentation again.
It was well into the afternoon and she was pulling out copies of the proposed budget to distribute when the door to the boardroom opened quietly, and Julia’s stomach dropped to the floor. She felt as if an electric surge slammed into her, plucking at every one of her nerve endings.
The man who silently took a seat at the end of the table wasn’t necessarily handsome, but he was one hundred percent male. Liquid brown eyes were framed by the thickest lashes she had ever seen on a man. She noticed the strong jaw and the lines of character etched on an incredibly masculine face. Straight brown hair, a hint of silver reflecting in the lights, was worn just a little long, giving him a slightly rakehell look.
The classic dark business suit barely concealed the power he radiated. More than that, he exuded an aura of self, of authority, of comfort in his own skin few men were able to attain. She could think of only three words to describe him. Dark. Edgy. Dangerous. In her entire thirty years, no man had ever affected her the way this man did. Certainly not Charles. She clamped down on her reaction, forbidding herself to let her thoughts wander into forbidden territory. As she’d learned, her judgment where men were concerned left a great deal to be desired.
“Let me interrupt a moment.” Manning jumped to his feet. “Julia, meet Lucas Buchanan, our executive vice president. He’s been in another meeting until now.”
“I’m pleased you could join us, Mr. Buchanan.” Julia pasted on her professional smile and hoped her voice sounded firmer to the others than it did to her.
Lucas Buchanan nodded at her. “Luke, please. Sorry to be late. Please don’t let me interrupt.”
She struggled to pick up the threads of what she’d been saying, her brain suddenly addled, and her hands unsteady. It took every ounce of personal discipline to keep focused on her presentation.
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“Let’s hope,” he muttered. “All right. Be sure to let me know how things are. I’ll be worried about you. Here. Give me your cell phone.”
She pulled it out of her purse and handed it to him. He punched some numbers and gave it back to her.
“There. My private number’s in there. I’m speed dial number one. I’ll have my phone on all the time. Call me whenever.”
“Oh, Luke.” Her voice broke and she dug deep to get control of herself. “Why couldn’t we have met fifteen years ago?”
“I don’t think we would have been ready for each other then.” He kissed her one last time, then enfolded her in his arms. “Just remember. No matter what happens in your life, you will always be mine.”
“Yes, I will.” She was fighting tears and clinging to him as if she’d never let him go before taking a step back. “Goodbye, Luke.” And then she couldn’t help herself. “I love you.” She yanked up the handle of her suitcase and nearly ran into the terminal, dragging the luggage behind her.
Julia went through check-in and security as if in a fog. She bought herself another cup of tea and sat in the waiting area, sipping at the hot liquid, hoping it would ease the sudden chill invading her. The man sitting next to her was kind enough to nudge her when the call for boarding came. She entered the plane and took her seat like a robot, buckled in and leaned her head back.
Images flashed through her mind: she and Luke dancing, bodies moving slowly to the music, their first night together, the wonder of exploring each other’s bodies, the night in the cabin, warmed by the flames of the fire, their kiss at the airport, more poignant than sensual.
What a mess. The damn divorce papers still unsigned and now she had no idea when or how they would be. Luke had said he would wait but for how long? And how would the twins handle this? Their relationship with their father left a lot to be desired yet surely this would affect them emotionally. Her life was slowly being flushed down the toilet and she was left with a very inadequate plunger. Tears begin to trickle from the corners of her eyes, and her stomach knotted.
“Excuse me.” The flight attendant was leaning towards her, over the empty seat next to her. “Forgive me for asking but is something wrong?”
“No.” Julia sniffled, then tried on a smile. “Just fighting a cold is all.”
“Can I get you anything?” The attendant was obviously concerned.
“Some hot tea would be nice, if you could. And thank you.” Maybe she could drown herself in an ocean of the stuff.
“Tea it is. Coming right up.”
She realized as she sipped the hot liquid, she would now always associate it with Luke. She hoped she would still be able to drink it without crying. The tea seemed to settle her still-jumbled stomach enough so she could relax a little, but it did nothing to rid her of the feeling of despair creeping over her.

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