Saturday, November 6, 2010

Introducing Cristal Ryder


Its my pleasure to introduce Cristal Ryder. She will be here tomorrow to answer any questions you might have.

The whirlwind of being a newly published author struck home late last week. My first release, No Fantasy Required, due out November 8 had been put to bed edit and top of mind awareness wise with my editor and myself. Then I received the great news from Tir that she loved my second submission and right on the heels of her email was one from the EIC at Lyrical Press with congratulations and a contract attached. Woohoo! I’d made my second sale with Lost In Fantasy – Being Ariana. Then while basking in the glow of my wonderful news, I received more. A great review from Happily Every After Reviews on No Fantasy Required. I was thrilled beyond words and higher than a kite with happiness. Oh, and I can’t forget the Lyrical ad in RT December issue, what perfect timing.

I was inspired to write No Fantasy Required a few of years ago for my own hero and it grew into this wonderful story of discovery for Kelly and Brian. I love the characters in Being Ariana, the mystery that revolves around them and the journey they take as they discover themselves in a variety of unexpected ways.
I hope you follow me on my journey of storytelling as I pen new stories with passionate and inquisitive characters, in places of intrigue and fantasy where you can escape into. It’s a discovery for me as well, this new world of being published and I’m loving it!
Please remember to visit my fledgling blog and website as they grow along with me.
www.cristalryder.com
www.cristalryder.blogspot.com
Cristal

Sunday, August 8, 2010

What's New In Tir's World

So life has chosen to explode once again. I've started on a new job. Yes, I left the lab and have gone into medical billing. WHOLE new process to learn but I think I'm getting it down. ^.^ So what's new? Well, I've gotten a second book contracted with Muse It Up Publishing, called Cody and The Elf. Here's the amazing cover :



And what am I working on now?

Well, the next book in the Rikashi Series is up on deck. Also, a second book in The Dragon Wars Series. I'm ALMOST finished the first book of the Tarot Queen's Series and there are still two Kings to write about, so lots of ideas flying around.

Del and I are also tossing some ideas around for a new world as well. Keep an eye out!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Brainstorming is the best part of writing - Paty Jager Guest Blogging


Brainstorming is the best part of writing.

I think the gift of having other writers to bounce ideas off of is the best thing about being a writer. Sure you have your main characters fairly anchored in your mind, but by throwing out ideas to other writers and getting all their creative ideas tossed into your mix, it gives you more to think about and make your GMC and characters stronger.

When I started writing Doctor in Petticoats, I had a hero who in previous books hadn't shown a heroic side. My editor didn’t like him and was wary of his story being the next one in line, but I knew it had to be him. He had to become the redeemed character, and besides, I'd set him up from the last book to be the next brother to find true love. ;)

I began tossing my impressions of him and where the story needed to go to my RWA chapter mates. Collectively, they all came back with great feedback into how to work around his middle child-immaturity issues. I had already set him on that path with sending him to a blind school where he would be on his own. No brothers to tell him what to do or to fall back on when he found himself in trouble. At the school he learned to mature, grow and become the hero the heroine deserved.

And best of all, my editor fell in love with him, too!

Blurb- Doctor in Petticoats

After a life-altering accident and a failed relationship, Dr. Rachel Tarkiel gave up on love and settled for a life healing others as the physician at a School for the Blind. She's happy in her vocation--until handsome Clay Halsey shows up and inspires her to want more.

Blinded by a person he considered a friend, Clay curses his circumstances and his limitations. Intriguing Dr. Tarkiel shows him no pity, though. To her, he's as much a man as he ever was.

Can these two wounded souls conquer outside obstacles, as well as their own internal fears, and find love?

Excerpt
“I’m going to look in your other eye now.” Rachel, again, placed a hand on his face and opened the eyelids, stilling her fluttering heart as she pressed close. His clean-shaven face had a couple small nicks on the edges of his angular cheeks. The spice of his shave soap lingered on his skin.

She resisted the urge to run her cheek against his. The heat of his face under her palm and his breath moving wisps of wayward hair caused her to close her eyes and pretend for a few seconds he could be her husband. A man who loved her and wouldn’t be threatened by her occupation or sickened by her hideous scar.

His breathing quickened. A hand settled on her waist, slid around to her back, and drew her forward. Her hand, holding the lens, dropped to his shoulder, and she opened her eyes. This behavior on both their parts was unconscionable, but her constricted throat wouldn’t allow her to utter the rebuke.

Clay sensed the moment the doctor slid from professional to aroused woman. The hand on his cheek caressed rather than held, her breathing quickened, and her scent invaded his senses like a warm summer rain.

Today is the second day on my fifteen blog/twelve day tour. Leave a comment and follow me to all the blogs on my tour and you could win an autographed copy of my June release, Doctor in Petticoats, a B&N gift card, and a summer tote filled with goodies. To find out all the places I'll be, go to my blog- http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com to find the list.


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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I have been awful

Someone needs to kick my rump once a week to update! So, two big pieces of news. First, I finally got to visit Del! We had a great time, plotting, visiting a place we want to set a story, visiting places she set her upcoming release, Envoy, and just generally hanging out, having a good old time. If anyone wants to see pictures, just hop over to my facebook page.

And the second piece of news, is that Kellan's Dragons, the first in a young adult series called The Dragon Wars is going to be released next year from Muse It Up Publishing! Have a looksie at the fabulous cover (made by our very own Del) and the excerpt:



Tag line - No Parents, No History and Linked to a Dragon that hates me - Am I having fun yet?

Blurb - Kellan Teague, an orphan, is whisked away from the boarding school for psions by Dr. Olivia Hutchins to take part in a military organization called The Program. She awakes to find that she has been Linked, psychically bonded to a dragon named Jericho. Jericho doesn't seem very happy to be Linked and does everything he can to push Kellan away. One of the few people to show her kindness is a guard known to her only as Drake. Kellan soon finds out that both Jericho and Drake have secrets, secrets that hold the key to her past.

Excerpt -

A tremendous roar shook the ground, and something red streaked by from below. The wind of his passing knocked me to the ground, my elbow struck the hard rock painfully. I heard Enoch bellow behind me in surprise. A dark shadow blotted out the sun, and Miri pulled me back just before the dragon could land on me. The sound of his talons scrapping on stone set my teeth on edge. I stared at those sharp talons, and then looked up to see the rest of him. He was huge. Bigger than a house. He barely fit on the platform as he stood on his hind legs, his wings spread, fore limbs poised to strike. The scales on his back shone blood red, but the sun glinted off the gold on his underside. Two vicious ram-like horns curved from above his eyes to point forward. He roared again, revealing his rows of sharp, jagged teeth.

“Oh, good gods. They gave you Jericho.” I heard Miri breathe in my ear, her arms tightening around me.

My head started to ache again from Jericho’s roars and his anger that burned across our Link. I covered my ears with my hands, trying to shut out the sound, but his voice was still in my mind. “Run away,” he repeated.

Enoch curled around me and Miri hissed, but I could see the smaller dragon trembling with fear. Was Jericho nothing more than a huge bully? “Would you stop it! It’s not my fault they stuck me with you.”

Jericho growled, his tail lashing wildly. One swipe of that bladed tail and I was as good as dead. “Is this...normal?” I asked Miri.

The woman looked as white as a sheet and with pursed lips, just shook her head. I scrambled to my feet, taking a cautious step forward. “You’re not going to hurt me.” Of course, I wasn’t really confident in that statement, but if he wanted to kill me, I would be dead. He could have knocked me from the cliff when he flew up.

“What makes you so certain, little girl?”
Jericho lifted his head, arching it back and forth as he spewed yellow flame. My breath caught in my throat. He could roast me alive.

“If you wanted to kill me you would have done it already,”
I told him as he looked at me again.

“You stupid girl—”
His words ceased as another bellow echoed off the stone. A blue and silver dragon streaked from above, hitting Jericho and knocking him from the cliff. A surprised cry ripped from my throat as I felt his pain. I dropped to my knees again, crawling toward the edge, fear clutching my heart. Jericho stretched out his mighty wings, pumping them to gain altitude. The blue dragon kept hot on his heels, his cries a clear challenge. I saw movement beside me and looked at Miri.

“What is going on?”

“That’s Bashemath. Enoch says that he should have been your Link, and he’s challenging Jericho. It’s suicide...”

Why was everyone so afraid of Jericho? I supposed I would find out, eventually. My attention was drawn back to the two dragons flying above us, and the world went white for a minute. All I could see were clouds streaking by and bright blue sky.

* * * *

The hatchling would pay for his audacity. He’d gotten in a lucky shot but unfortunately for him, his talons weren’t yet sharp enough to pierce my hide. It would be the last mistake he made. I twisted my head, searching for the hatchling. I saw Bashemath behind me, slowly gaining as I flew at a leisurely pace. He wanted to challenge me for the girl? Well, he would soon find that I didn’t lose a challenge. A quick twist and I was plummeting toward the other dragon. I would ride him to the ground and watch his body break against the stone.

“No! Don't kill him.”

Damn it! I’d forgotten about the girl. I pulled up, slashing Bashemath’s face with my tail, relishing his scream. “Stay out of this, girl.”


* * * *

I blinked, and I once again stared into Miri’s face, gasping for breath. Miri was patting my cheeks. “Damn, honey. Not one practice session and already you’re that deep in a Link? Not smart.”

“What?” I waved my hand; whatever she was saying wasn’t important. The fact that two dragons were getting ready to kill each other was more important. “Someone needs to stop them.” I looked up, watching Jericho as he soared across the sky. The other dragon struggled in his pursuit. I tried again to reach Jericho, but he was deliberately keeping me out now.

“Kellan, honey, there’s nothing you can do to stop this,” Miri said, her hand on my shoulder. “There isn’t anything anyone can do.”

I shook my head. There had to be something. I couldn’t let Jericho kill the other dragon. Not because of me. A shriek of pain turned my attention skyward again. Jericho had the blue dragon in his talons. They were falling at a frightening speed. I thought briefly about trying to create a shield to slow their fall, but hitting the shield would hurt as much as the ground. I was helpless. Bashemath attempted to retaliate, snapping at the golden scales under Jericho’s neck. I couldn’t stop the cry that came from my mouth as I put a hand to my throat. I felt every bite. It shocked more than hurt, but then Bashemath’s tail ripped through the webbing of one of Jericho’s wings. My arm felt on fire, and the pain drove me to my knees with a scream. I vaguely registered Miri’s arm around my shoulders as I attempted to reach Jericho again.

“Please don’t. Stop, please.”

Friday, April 2, 2010

Again with the disappearing act

UGH Looks like my resolution to update the blog once a week is going by the wayside. Sorry about that guys. Everything has been pretty crazy the last month. I'll try to do better. I've dipped my toes into the editing field. Here are the ones I'm working for:




Monday, February 22, 2010

Could you fall in love with your captor?


Thanks to Ms. T for allowing me space on her blog today. I'm excited to announce the coming release of White Heart, Lakota Spirit from Moongypsy Press in April. If that seems far off, just take a minute and consider it feels like yesterday that we took down our holiday decorations. Some people still have up their lights. *smile*

Here's a short blurb to help you understand the story before I post the excerpt:

A normal morning turns to disaster when a small war party attacks Grace Cummings’ family and slaughters everyone but her. She's dragged to the Indian's camp filled with hatred, anger and fear, but through the help of another white woman in camp, learns the Lakota way. When white soldiers invade the camp and presume to rescue Grace, she must decide where her heart lies.

Excerpt:

Papa scraped the last speck of egg from his plate and set it aside. “I s’pect Kev and me’ll find gold any day now. People are discoverin’ it all around us. When we make our strike, we can find some land and build a real house. It’s sure to happen soon… afore summer is past and the weather turns cold. In fact, Sassy, you and yer ma might want to start gatherin’ fair-sized stones and rocks for our fireplace.”

He pointed to the lean-to, still in progress. “In the meantime, Kev and I will finish our temporary shelter, so we can spread out a bit.”

No more climbing in and out of a wagon to sleep. Grace clapped. “Oh, Papa, that sounds so good.”

She sobered and flashed the look that always won him over…the half-pout, wistful gaze. “When we finally settle in our real house, it will be near a town, won’t it? Otherwise, how do you expect me to be courted out here in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’m not so sure I want you to be cour...” He jerked around and looked over his shoulder. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Kevin asked.

“I hear it, Papa,” Grace chimed in. “Sounds like yelling.”

Her father stood and scanned the horizon. He pointed. “Look. There!”

A group of riders emerged from a dust cloud in the distance. The yelling grew louder as they came closer.

The furrows in her father’s brow frightened Grace. “What is it, Papa?”

He darted for the wagon. “It’s Injuns! Hurry! You two women get inside and keep low. Kevin, get yer rifle!”

Grace’s heartbeat quickened and fear clutched her chest, making it hard to breathe. She’d heard about savages, but never saw one up close. She didn’t want to.

Her mother stood frozen in place. Grace grabbed her hand and pulled. “C’mon, Mama, we’d better do as Papa says.”

They ran around to the back of the wagon, and her mother boosted her up and over the closed tailgate. Grace dove inside, her mind filled with horrible thoughts. Would she get scalped or worse…were they all going to die? All the while, piercing yells sliced the air while thundering hooves pounded the ground.

Realizing her mother hadn’t followed, Grace rose up on her knees and peeked outside. A pack of whooping Indians rode round and round the wagon, their voices creating a din of eerie screams while bullets exploded. The hair on Grace’s arms stood on end. She covered her ears, crouched against the sidewall and prayed the savages would go away.

Shots rang out from beneath the wagon when Papa and Kevin returned fire. Fretting over her mother, Grace peeked out again. Mama shrieked and grabbed for the gate, but a mounted marauder pumped a bullet into her shoulder. She fell, silenced for the moment, but tried to struggle to her feet. The Indian shot her again.

Grace’s screams echoed in her own head. “No! Oh God, Mama,” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “Mamaaaa...”

Overpowered by hopelessness, Grace looked on as the painted rider stopped next to Mama’s fallen body and emptied another round into her. A stream of bright red trickled through the dry dirt, and her beloved mother lay motionless. Bile rose in Grace’s throat. She collapsed into a cowering heap, silenced her sobs with her hands, and clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. God hadn’t intervened so maybe the ordeal was all a bad dream and Mama wasn’t really dead. But, the shooting and whooping continued. Pounding hooves sent dust seeping into the wagon and Grace sputtered. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t awaken from the terror.

The gunfire suddenly ceased. She listened for the awful war cries but heard nothing but stony silence. Terror brought her breathing in ragged gasps. Were her brother and father still alive? And what about Mama?

Grace wanted to look, but feared what she’d see. Were the Indians gone? Summoning courage, she forced her eyes open and lifted her gaze even with the edge of the tailgate. Her heart seized when she found herself nose to nose with a scarred face covered with paint. Hate-filled eyes glared at her, and in his hand, a wooden club with dangling feathers loomed directly over her head. In fear for her life, she recoiled and covered her mouth to stop the scream rising in her throat.

A second face, not as old or menacing, peered in at her. The younger Indian grabbed the arm of the other and said something indistinguishable. They both stared at her.

Tears stung her eyes then drizzled down her cheeks. “Please, don’t kill me, please.”

The angry one grabbed her arm and dragged her over the splintered tailgate. A piece of wood pierced her side. She grimaced, scrunched her eyes closed, then hit the ground with a painful thud. Was this the end for her?

The savage stood over her, burning her with his hateful glare. Why? She didn’t know, although she’d heard stories about the Indians’ anger over the miners being in the Black Hills. But to kill over gold? That couldn’t be why. It just couldn’t.

Looking past him, she noticed others still mounted; beyond them the body of her mother. Through blurred eyes, she glanced back to the younger man then scanned beneath the wagon, searching for her papa and brother. Their lifeless bodies lay sprawled next to one another. Her heart ached at the needless loss. She no longer had a family.

She glared up at the Indian whose bright, lightning-bolt markings did little to hide the evidence of his encounter with a sharp blade—a jagged scar ran from his ear to his chin. Well-deserved, she supposed. Despite her grief and trembling legs, rage overcame her. She jumped to her feet and pummeled the chest of the one she believed responsible. He reeked of death.

“You...you savage. I hate you, I hate you,” she yelled.

The younger man grabbed her wrists; the look in his eyes warned her to stop. She lowered her head and stared at the ground. Her falling tears sprinkled the sparse grass and glistened in the sun.

Again, in a language she didn’t comprehend, the two men spoke in raised voices. The older one shoved the younger one away, grabbed Grace’s hands and trussed them together with a long piece of rawhide. Yanking hard on her tether, he pulled her toward his horse. Once mounted, he glowered at her with piercing eyes beneath a brow creased from years of frowning. He nudged his horse forward and led her like a pack mule, slow and steady at first.

She flashed a pleading look back at the younger one, but he mounted his horse and averted his gaze. Why didn’t they just kill her and get it over?

She quickened her pace to keep from falling. Her bare toes struck an occasional rock, and she winced in pain. Now she wished she’d listened to Mama and worn her shoes. Mama! Her wonderful, beautiful Mama. Through tears, Grace forced herself to glance back for one last look at the loved ones she’d never see again.

Again, thanks to my hostess for allowing me to post here today, and consider yourself invited to drop over to my blog. Tiranth is a welcome guest there, along with a wide array of authors writing in all genres. We're "Dishin' it Out."

Monday, February 15, 2010

Welcome Cate Masters!


Today I have the pleasure of hosting Cate Masters. Everyone give her a warm welcome!

1. Tell us a little about yourself. Do you have a "day job?"

Though I now live in a gorgeous rural area of central Pennsylvania, I’m a Jersey girl, originally and at heart. My hometown of Lambertville is a very artsy town, across the Delaware River from New Hope, Pa. Not until I moved to central Pennsylvania did I appreciate how incredibly lucky I was to grow up surrounded in such a rich cultural environment. All my friends loved music, poetry and books, so I took it for granted that everyone’s life was that way. So I used Lambertville/New Hope as the setting in two of my releases – Seventh Heaven and an upcoming release, The Bridge Between. You can see how gorgeous the area is in the trailer for Seventh Heaven, featuring photos from my hometown: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Rqe63e63FU

I have a part-time day job, but my fulltime job is writing. I treat it as my real day job.


2. What made you want to become a writer and how long have you been writing?

I was a very shy, quiet kid. Because my family lived out in the country with no nearby neighbors (and my mom didn’t drive!), I was also a bit lonely. Maybe that’s what led me to writing. As I said, I was also lucky to have incredibly talented friends who loved to write poetry too, although at the time I fantasized they were song lyrics. Growing up, I spent a lot of time in my own head (and still do!) and had a very overactive imagination (and still do!). Writing took a long breather while I raised my kids, but when I went back to it, it felt great. And I was more determined than ever – I took any classes or workshops I could squeeze into my schedule, bought many books on craft, joined writers’ groups and critique groups. In 2009, my hard work finally began to pay off in a string of acceptances, and I’ve been writing feverishly since.

3. What is your favorite genre to write?

I write across a range of genres and don’t have a favorite (don’t believe in them, actually). I need a lot of room for my wild imagination to roam around! So my stories are contemporary, fantasy/dark fantasy, paranormal, historical, speculative, across women’s fiction, mainstream and romance.

4. Do you have any particular writing rituals? Any snacks you must have while writing?

First thing in the morning, I turn on the computer. If it’s a workday, I catch up on emails and blogging and social networking, then head on out. If it’s my day off or a weekend, I start off the same but then get down to work. I don’t associate writing with food (probably a good thing!) but hot tea sustains me throughout the day. Sometimes it’s tough to get in the flow, but when I am, I block everything out, including taste and sound, so I never put music on. It would be a waste of electricity.

5. What's up next for you in the writing world?

Design for Life was released as part of The Wild Rose Press’ Flower Basket series on Feb. 10, 2010. A historical novel, Angels Sinners and Madmen, will be released by Freya’s Bower soon. Surfacing is a contemporary fantasy novel that Whiskey Creek Press will release. They also contracted a contemporary women’s fiction, The Bridge Between. Fever Dreams is a contemporary novel with fantasy elements to be released by Eternal Press in mid-2010. Three novels are circulating with publishers, so I’m hoping to have good news on those soon. And I entered another historical novel in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest, so on Feb. 25th I’ll learn whether it made it through the first round cuts.

6. Do you have any advice for the writers/readers?

My best advice for writers is: go with your gut. Don’t try to write to the market, don’t let rejection prevent you from putting your work out there. Never never never give up. For readers, I beg you not to share your ebooks with any other readers. If you love what you read, great – leave a positive review, send the author an email, but respect the hard work that goes into producing the story. Piracy threatens to put hardworking authors out of work, which doesn’t benefit anyone. But finally, thanks to readers for your support!


Design for Life is available now from The Wild Rose Press:

Blurb:
Becca Lyndon puts her dreams on hold by leaving art school to care for her ailing mom. Working full time at The Flower Basket leaves precious little time, but she squeezes in night classes at the local college. When Mike Hunter fills in as a substitute teacher, she worries about a repeat of the critical reviews he gave her work when he substituted at her high school three years earlier. His reason comes as a complete surprise, but can she trust him? Or will he disappear like her father? When that possibility looms all too real, she’s determined never to let the design for her life unravel again. Following her bliss requires work, but pays off in more ways than she ever imagined. She also learns that one door might close, but another can open—and lead to unexpected opportunities.

Trailer code


Bio:
Cate Masters writes fantasy/dark fantasy, historical, contemporary and speculative fiction, described by reviewers as “so compelling, I did not want to put it down,” “such romantic tales that really touch your soul,” “filled with action scenes which made it a riveting story,” and “the author weaves a great tale with a creative way of using words that makes the story refreshing to read.” Visit Cate online at www.catemasters.com, www.catemasters.blogspot.com or follow her on Facebook or Twitter.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Buried under snow...



Yeah...its that bad LOL The snow started on Friday, went until Saturday and has pretty much shut down a lot of things here in Baltimore. I didn't go to the lab Monday but walked up to the bus stop and went in today for a couple hours. Now as I type this, its snowing again and isn't supposed to stop until tomorrow night. So what have I been doing while snowed in? Have a look :

The pounding in my head was worse then any pain I'd ever experienced. I felt hands brushing my cheeks, vaguely registered that someone was talking to me but I couldn't focus because of the pain. Through the fog, I knew there was someone else in my mind with me. Who are you?

Don't. The voice, distinctly male and angry broke through the pain and then was gone. Retreating but not gone. A little of the pain subsided and I could make sense of the words I was hearing.

"Come on, honey, open your eyes." This voice was female, light and sweet.

Did I have to? Light would only make a headache like this worse. Wake up. Now. Grudgingly I cracked open one eye and found the room blessedly dim. I could make out a face, hovering over mine. "Where am I?" I managed to croak.

"We call it The Bunker. Can you sit up?"

Whether or not I could, obviously this woman meant to make me. Her arm snaked under my shoulders and lifted me to a sitting position. The room spun, making my head hurt that much worse.

"Here drink this."

She held a cup to my lips and I was struck by a foul smelling odor. Grimacing, I pressed my lips together. There was no way I was drinking that. The other woman laughed softly. "I know it smells terrible honey and it tastes worse but I promise it will take the pain away."

Drink it. The presence in my mind surfaced again briefly, commanding and then disappearing again. I figured neither would leave me alone until I drank the stuff and if it made this pain go away, I supposed I could drink it.

I swallowed quickly, wincing at the burn as it slid down my throat. "Yuck."

The woman looked at me with sympathy in her dark eyes and patted my hand. "I know, honey. Just give that a minute to work, k?"

I nodded and leaned my head against the back of the bed, glancing around at my surroundings. The room was rather large but only had one other bed. "Where did you say I am?"

"The Bunker. This will be where you are staying for quite awhile. I'm Miri."

"Kellan Teague."

Miri smiled. "Welcome to the Program, Kellan. Let me guess, Dr. Hutchins didn't tell you much of anything right?"

I laughed and realized the pain was starting to go away. "Yeah, she was pretty vague on the details."

"Typical. The military guards us closely. Only a very few not directly involved in the Program know about us. You want the insanely detailed version or the short version?"

"I think I'll take the short version," I replied.

"Basically you've become a glorified message transmitter for a dragon."

I remembered vaguely something about dragons...and something about a Link. I looked around, other than Miri and I, there was no one else in The Bunker. "So where is it?"

"Outside. Even the little ones are too big to fit in here, honey. Think you can stand up? I'm sure you're curious to see who they paired you with."

As Miri helped me across the empty room, I wondered if the presence in my mind was the dragon. I tried to focus on him again but was pushed away. I could feel his anger. Whoever they paired me with wasn't happy about it. We passed out of the dim interior and into the sunlight. There was a large stone space and then it dropped off. Before I could see how far up we were, I was knocked back a few steps by a gust of wind. A dragon was landing in front of us. He was about a little larger than a draft horse, his underside was dull black but the rest of his scales were dark green. Ridges ran down his back to a spiked tail. He lifted his head and let out a strange warbling cry. For a minute I thought maybe this was my dragon but the voice I had heard didn't match. My dragon was bigger. Much bigger. I glanced at Miri out of the corner of my eye and saw her smiling. "Friend of yours?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, that's my Enoch," she said proudly. She strode forward to stand beside the dragon, rubbing his snout. "Go ahead, call yours."

"How?" I asked.

Enoch and Miri moved away from the edge and the woman gestured. "Step up to the edge. You can feel him in your mind can't you?"

I nodded. He was there but he was most certainly doing his best to ignore me. I did as Miri suggested and stepped to the edge, looking down. We were pretty high up. I could see now a stairway off to the side, leading down to lower levels. There were many other such plateaus and I could see other dragons laying about on the cliffs. The range of colors was amazing. For a moment I was captivated just watching them.

"Well, what are you waiting for honey? I'm busting a gut here to see your dragon."

"You and me both," I muttered. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to concentrate better, focusing on that other presence. Well...are you going to come say hi?

Run away, little girl. Run away.

I'm not going anywhere.

We'll see about that, he snarled. A tremendous roar shook the ground and something red streaked by from below. The wind of his passing knocked me to the ground, my elbow striking the hard rock painfully. I heard Enoch bellow behind me in surprise. A dark shadow blotted out the sun and Miri pulled me back just in time or the dragon would have landed on me. He was huge. Bigger than a house. He barely fit on the platform as he stood on two legs, his wings spread. His back scales were red but the sun glinted off his gold undersides. Two viscious horns curved from above his eyes like a rams to point forward. He roared again, revealing his rows of jagged pointy teeth. "Oh good god, they gave you Jericho," I heard Miri breath in my ear.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Upcoming Conference

Just thought I'd stop in and let you guys know about this. Its going to be neat.

Book Bloggers and Publishers Online Conference

Monday, February 1, 2010

New Month, New News!




So some exciting things! Firstly, The Quickening has been nominated for two awards!! First the CAPA - Cupid and Pyche Award at The Romance Studio. I'm up there with some pretty big names so its very cool. The second award is LASR's Best Book of 2009, so go vote for me!

I submitted King of Cups, just waiting to hear back about that one and I'm working on a new story called Jericho. More on that another time.

I'll be guesting at Cindy Jack's blog for her Love Blog-abration, as well as be over at Miss Gingers.


Off I go to write!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 31 - Welcome Aubrey Leatherwood


Its the last day of January and so we're welcomeing our last guest of the month for the New Year's Bash. I can't believe its flown by so quickly! And now give a nice big welcome to Aubrey!

WIP Me!



It’s January 31, 2010, the last day of the first month of the year. Momentous!



Hi, I’m Aubrey Leatherwood writer mainly of contemporary erotic fiction though I also dabble in erotic horror as well.



On the last day of every month, I practice a ritual of sorts. I the wee hours of the morning, I take account of my Works-In-Progress. Out comes a cute, aqua file box with cream rosettes all over it, the laptop and a massive Excel spreadsheet titled bibliography.docx which houses everything I’ve written in the past two years (one day I’ll got back further) and everything I plan to write in the next two years. There’s a synopsis of each title (each work must have a title even if it’s crappy for the time being), the date I start(ed) on it (I am ashamed to admit that some of them go back to the early 90s), the date I’ve targeted to complete it, the genre, the applicable subgenre, two paragraph blurb, challenges, target audience, submitted to, submitted date, and status of submission. After an update of each title and a review (this takes a couple of hours) I decide on a plan of action to achieve my writing goals by the end of the following month.



And for the following month, I completely disregard that plan.



It’s funny because I am well-known by those who well-know me J to be a pantser. Yes, I write by the seat of my pants without a care to plotting or reason or to jumping between radically different voices and atmospheres. For someone as fiendishly organized as I am, I know it’s sort of odd. I write the end, the beginning, the middle. Whatever moment inspiring me to put words on paper is what comes out. And later on, I connect the dots. I say it like that’s simple, it’s soooo not, and frequently it has me cursing about why I didn’t map the darn thing out any better.



Still, at the end of the following month, I update my status and make a new plan.



It’s madness, I know. But I produce an incredible amount of writing each month even if it’s haphazard and spread between WIPs.



Without further ado, here’s an excerpt from a recently completed WIP, “The Soul in Nowhere” a work that is going to be a dark and sizzling departure from the nice Aubrey many of you have seen thus far.



Rahmi's thighs weakened as moisture trickled between them, two spots at the center of her back tingled, and she sank even deeper into her bed. Her legs lolled open a little, restless.

She tested the liquid between them with curiosity and appetite. “Do you want to punish me?”



“It is my nature and my duty,” He stepped forward and pinched one of her swollen nipples tightly. Rahmi gasped. “I can see in your eyes and in your actions that you agree you must be punished. This half-Arcane life in this realm is not enough for you. It is not what you were meant for.” Mast sharply dragged her hand away from her body burning her wrist with his hot skin. He pressed the pads of his super-heated fingers to her wet, abandoned flesh before abruptly pushing two fingers inside her. Rahmi’s body jerked and she hissed as did her flesh. Mast abruptly pulled his hand away.



“Do you want to hurt me?”



“I don’t know,” he responded but Arcane eyes never lied. He licked his fingers. His tongue was long, moist, and came to two sharp points, “Yes. Desperately.” He admitted.



Rahmi had never felt desire in her human form before those last twenty-four hours. She could never indulge such a feeling. Rahmi feared what copulating with a human would cause. She didn’t know if a human would survive it. She didn’t know if her wings would sprout from her back and startle one. She didn’t know if it would affect her and kill what was left of her Arcane. She didn’t know if she would kill and absorb the soul in the way of the demons. She just didn’t know. But with Mastema, she had felt if from the start. It was animal and aggressive and it responded to him powerfully. And, she would feel no guilt over any bi-product of harm. He was, after all, a demon.



Jerahmeel stood and padded over to her Harp. She took a robe and covered the instrument. Turning to Mastema, she explained, “It will try to protect me.”




Let me close by thank Antonia Tiranth for inviting me to blog. I’ve had a lovely time!



Aubrey Leatherwood

Http://www.aubreyleatherwood.com

Saturday, January 30, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 30 - Welcome Jane Toombs!

Today we're welcoming Jane Toombs!



1. Tell us a little about yourself. Do you have a "day job?"

For many years I did work as an RN. This came about because of WWII, when the country was intensely patriotic. All males in my graduating high school class went into one branch of the service or another. At 16, I was too young, so I went to Michigan State for a year, waiting to turn seventeen and a half, so I could join the Cadet Nurse Corps. My local MD refused to sign the physical until I had my tonsils out, telling my mother they were still infected and, though she’d refused to let him take them out for over two years, now she had to agree or he couldn’t in good conscience sign the physical certifying I was entirely healthy. So out they came under local anesthesia. Once out he showed them to me, saying, “Just look at all that pus.” I promptly threw up all the blood that I’d swallowed during the operation. He then asked if I was sure I wanted to be a nurse. “Because you’ll see a lot worse than that.” He was right, but I never threw up again when I did.

So I became a nurse because I wanted to be able to help the war effort. Of course the war ended by the time I got my RN license, so I never did go into the service as one. Even after I was selling regularly as a writer, I continued working part time as a relief supervisor RN. Strangely enough, I missed it when I stopped to write full time.

2. What made you want to become a writer and how long have you been writing?

I think maybe enjoying reading as much as I did triggered my wanting to be a writer. Also, my father was a published non-fiction writer, mostly about the past in the area where we lived, and he encouraged me when I tried it as a child. So I’ve been writing since I was about seven, As to seriously writing, that didn’t happen until about I was married and had five children, only to find my husband considered what I wrote “trash.” I wasn’t published until after our marriage suffered a dissolution, as California puts it. Not an easy decision, but I felt a desperate need to write that he was trying to stifle and we could were unable to reach any tye of compromise. .


3. What is your favorite genre to write?

Since my first published book, which was the first novel I actually finished, was a gothic, I believe romantic suspense with a touch or more of paranormal has to be my favorite genre. But I also enjoy writing historicals, and fantasy. I‘ve also written horror, though I really prefer happy endings. Also contemporary romance both sexy and sweet. And a thriller here and there. Also a couple of hospital mysteries.


4. Do you have any particular writing rituals? Any snacks you must have while writing?

I write only in my writing room and only on the computer these days. This goes for both story ideas to contracted-for stories. Once at the computer, I stop thinking about anything else. I do get interrupted, but am able to go back after I handle whatever the interruption was about (like fixing dinner). The writing room is only for that purpose. I do nothing else in there except read emails. I don’t snack, but I do drink lots of water,

5. What's up next for you in the writing world?

This month I have two books coming out. NULL AND VOID from Red Rose Publishing’s SHADOWED HEARTS new gothic series and NIGHTINGALE MAN from Champagne Books. A WWI spy thriller with a touch of romance.

Then I have to finish “The Charmer” a novelette for HALLOWEEN TREASURES an already contracted-for anthology by various Jewels Of The Quill Authors. We’re a closed promo group of 12 published authors (I’m Dame Turquoise) who promote each other. To help us do so, we contribute to Tales From The Treasure Trove Anthologies--up to # 7 now--and also holiday ones. Many of these have won awards, which makes our publisher, Whiskey Creek Press, happy. You can visit us online, where we do give away books at www.JewelsoftheQuill.com.

After that I’ll be finishing DRAGON’S PEARL, the first book in my DARKNESS OF DRAGONS Trilogy, as yet uncontracted.

Ooo dragons! My favorite ^.^

6. Do you have any advice for the writers/readers?

My New Year’s resolution for 2010 was to finish all the books I’ve started. If they sell, then I’ll be stuck with a lot of trilogies and series books to finish--work, but the satisfying kind. Like many authors, new ideas twinkle like fireflies in the darkness of my mind, but I’ve decided I must ignore these ephemeral enticements and concentrate on what I’ve already started. And that’s a great resolve for any writer. Always finish what you start! Especially for beginning writers, who learn from every book they do finish. Lately I haven’t adhered to that unwritten rule, getting too far ahead of myself with ideas. By this, I refer to books where the story ideas are viable, not just transient thoughts. Which doesn‘t mean a viable idea for a story can’t develop from one of those mind fireflies. So, okay, jot that idea down and go back to finish what you’ve started.

As for readers, if you haven’t managed to acquire an ebook reader yet, save up or request one for a birthday or Christmas present. You won’t be sorry. Lots easier than reading on the computer because you can literally curl up with a good book when you have an ereader. Most of them are good ones. nowadays. And ebooks are far less expensive than print.

Friday, January 29, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 29 - Welcome Kat Holmes


The month is nearly over but we still have a few more awesome guests to go! Today we have Kat Holmes. Welcome Kat!

1. Tell us a little about yourself. Do you have a "day job?"

LOL it’s truly terrible but no I don’t have a day job and I can honestly say I haven’t suffered for my craft. A friend of mine who’s an ebook author started encouraging me to try submitting my own writing. It really wasn’t something I ever considered doing. I wrote just for my own pleasure the kind of stories I liked to read. I honestly did not think I was good enough to get published.

But, she kept insisting I try so I finally caved. The first book I submitted was rejected because of too many POV changes. The second book was rejected because that particular publisher wasn’t accepting that type of genre. But then I found Red Rose’s website and saw they had a section for Autumn Rose stories about older women and younger men and an idea just came to me. I wrote it, submitted it and they contracted it. Interestingly enough, the second book that was rejected because the publisher didn’t want that genre has since been contracted by Red Rose as well. It’s the first in a new series.

2. What made you want to become a writer and how long have you been writing?

I’ve always written. My mom instilled a love of books and words in me when I was very young. I was and still am a voracious reader. But, as I said before it wasn’t until my friend, whom I have dedicated my first book to, encouraged me that I attempted to get published.

3. What is your favorite genre to write?

I really like erotic paranormal. I like a story in which anything can, and often does happen. But I also write contemporary, interracial, and even ménage. In fact, my first release is an erotic contemporary.

4. Do you have any particular writing rituals? Any snacks you must have while writing?

I like to write when I first get up in the morning and am fresh. I don’t write later in the day when the brain is tired because I just don’t feel like I can give the writing my all. As for when I’m writing, I always need a bottle of Diet Pepsi. It’s my one bad habit and the only way I get my caffeine fix because I don’t drink coffee.

5. What's up next for you in the writing world?

Well, as I said Red Rose has contracted a new series from me. It’s about the Gods of ancient Greece and what would happen if the bad economy affected them too. I’m really excited and am having a lot of fun with it. So far only the first one is contracted but I have submitted several that I’m waiting to hear about. I’m also almost finished the current one and will dive right into the next when it’s done.

Beyond that I have a few stories in mind that are not part of this series and I’ll begin writing after I complete the next book.

6. Do you have any advice for the writers/readers?

Honestly, it’s just to keep trying. If you really believe in yourself and your work than just keep plugging away and being persistent. Also, don’t take rejections to heart. Everyone gets them. And I do mean everyone. Just pick yourself up and try again. It will happen.


Voice In The Night by Kat Holmes
Releases March, 18 2010
From Red Rose Publishing

Thursday, January 28, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 28 - Welcome Roseanne Dowell

Just a few day's left in the New Year's Bash. Today we welcome Roseanne Dowell!

1. Tell us a little about yourself. Do you have a "day job?"

For starters I’m a wife, mother of six, grandmother of 13 with another on the way, and soon to be great grandmother.

I’m a former school secretary and also worked as a floral designer. I was an editor with an e-publisher and I taught two writing classes at our community college. I currently teach several writing classes at Long Story Short Writing School.


2. What made you want to become a writer and how long have you been writing?

I’ve been interested in writing ever since I can remember. When I was young, I’d make up stories all the time. Sometimes when I read I changed the ending. I’ve been writing forever, but not until six years ago seriously and submitting. I did take a course for writing for children when my children were young, but it takes a special person to write for children, and I just didn’t have it.


3. What is your favorite genre to write?

I love romance and mystery with a little paranormal (ghosts mostly) and the combination of them is what I really love.


4. Do you have any particular writing rituals? Any snacks you must have while writing?

No particular writing rituals. I do try to write every day, even if it’s only one line. Another author and mentor taught me that. I often find, if I force myself to write one line (even if it’s dreck), I start writing more, and it eventually turns into something worthwhile.

Snacks? Any and all. Unfortunately, I’m a junk food junkie.


5. What's up next for you in the writing world?

I currently have seven short stories available on Amazon.com and my latest novel, Time to Live Again has a release date of March 11, 2010 with Red Rose Publishing. and they’ve accepted another, Designed for Love, but I don’t have a release date for that one. Check out my website.


6. Do you have any advice for the writers/readers?

Yes, never give up. Follow your dream. Don’t take the rejections personal. Just because you get a rejection doesn’t mean your work isn’t good. Sometimes the editor already has something similar or it doesn’t fit their needs. Most importantly, do your homework. Don’t send a romance to a mystery publisher (unless it’s a mystery with a romance element), just as you wouldn’t send a romance to a sci-fi or fantasy publisher.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 27 - Welcome Joshua Hines!

Today's guest is my youngest brother! In typical little brother fashion, he's not so keen on my erotic novels so don't take it as an insult my fellow erotic writers ^.^

Well, not exactly sure what to write about but I guess I will give it my best shot. “Antonia” (not sure if I’m supposed to use her real name or not, so I will stick with the alias), is my sister and she has been writing for as long as I can remember. One of the best things about being related to “Antonia” is I get to influence her writing. I have a big imagination but I am way too lazy to write a full book. So I just give “Antonia” ideas when I have them or whenever she is stuck and need help.

I believe “Antonia” is a fantastic writer, and it frustrates me incredibly when she resorts to writing erotic works. She writes these erotic works because she says “They sell”, and I have said to her multiple times “So do drugs, doesn’t make it right.” I say this not because I am against her writing porn, it’s not because of that. She writes them for the wrong reasons. She wants to sell sell sell, but her stories like the Rikashi, Dark Shadow, and Jericho ( In the process of being written) are where her intention is not only sell, but to write an enjoyable story for all types of people. When she writes these erotic stories I will not make any attempt to help her and may even seem like I am against her. But that is not true because when she is working on a book like the ones named above, I am more than willing to help and truly enjoy it when she keeps me in the loop. I am her biggest fan when it comes to those works.

I have been reading her daily writings of both Dark Shadow and Jericho. I let her know where she needs work and give my opinion of what would make the story more exciting. But I have to also admit that “Antonia” can be an airhead and once she makes up her mind to do something, it is pretty hard to convince her to do anything other than what she had in mind (Very very very frustrating by the way). And because of this stubbornness she continues to write her stories and they continue to be fantastic pieces of work. But I must point out that she didn’t even want to put her works out to be published at first. It took many days of me, my brother, and her fiancée pushing her to publish it for her to actually get up the courage to do it. And as we expected her work got accepted and her work got published. And surprise surprise the first book she got published wasn’t erotic in any way. Oh yeah and another thing about “Antonia” is that she really is a caring person even though she can be a stubborn airhead. She will give her arm to you if you really need it and will stand up for family members even if they are wrong. And that’s why I love her as my sister even though I really wish sometimes that she would just shut up and listen haha.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 26 - Welcome Micah Parrish!

For the next two days, we're going to be taking a small break from hearing from authors. Today and tomorrow my guests with be people related to an author, namely me ^.^ Today's guest is my wonderfully patient fiance Micah.

Living with a writer is quite the experience. I enjoy the good things about it and tolerate the annoying things. I could save the good things for last but I think I will get them out of the way first.

A writer is a creative individual and we all know this. My writer is one of the best in my unbiased opinion. One of the best perks of this plays on the fact that I am an avid reader. Simply put I get previews of things as they get to evolve and I get to see the story as it is created. I also get grabbed into Antonia's writings and cannot get out. I turn into a drooling idiot who wants the next chapter or even paragraph as soon as possible. I might be a little annoying myself when it comes to this but she puts up with me. Also as an avid reader I sometimes find myself being able to know what she thinks. Reading someones literary works is a good way to get to know how they think. Not that I cannot be surprised it is just that most of the time I can predict what might happen next. She is still a female and therefore a mystery though.

Well now that I am done with the good part lets get onto the annoying things. I have been woken up in the middle of the night by inspiration. Not my own of course but the lightning strikes the writer. She does not work on a normal schedule. Sometimes she will be writing at three in the morning and I am expected to listen. I am terrible at remembering stuff and easily distracted. I also have a dislike of spoilers. This is the alternate side to seeing how the story is going. Sometimes the ideas are coming so fast that they must be shared with me when I am driving the car with her in the passenger seat. Now I love reading a good story and my normal reaction to spoilers is to balk and be upset. THIS IS THE WRONG RESPONSE TAKE NOTICE! The natural response of course upsets my spouse. The correct response is to gladly ask to hear the new ideas or developments. Otherwise begging and/or bribery may be required to get her to talk to me again. Another annoying thing is the plot twist. For goodness sakes woman are hard enough to understand for men that having a writers penchant for the surprise is totally unfair! Now on to the plotting face as a topic. This is the result of intensive thought and deviousness. Usually this means that nothing I say will have any effect and getting a response will require shocking or vulgar speech or inappropriate groping. Unfortunately the devious ideas are not restricted to her writing sometimes this causes me headaches as her plotting ability is focused against me. Oh woe is me!

But lets be honest any couple has trouble understanding each other. At least as a reader and writer relationship is I can get some idea of her mind. It just means that mind is that much more complex and subsequently dangerous. Oh and some just random interesting things now. I find it amazing that writers try to find out information about the smallest element for their writings. The odd books that she bought for her BDSM writing was quite the eyebrow raiser. This was also a source of humor and teasing available. I am sure in the future I will enjoy myself both as a reader and the spouse of a writer. I just hope I can survive if she starts writing murder mysteries.........

Monday, January 25, 2010

New Years Bash Day 25 - Welcome Angela Kay Austin


Today we have Angela Kay Austin answering a few question for us. She has an upcoming release with Red Rose Publishing in February called Love's Chance. Welcome Angela!

1.Tell us a little about yourself. Do you have a "day job?"

Yes, I do. For about 15 years, I’ve worked in marketing. I’ve worked in radio, TV, non-profits, retail, and now, I work in commercial real estate development as a Director of Marketing and Promotions. So, I get to write a lot. Not what I love to write, but copywriting for ads.


2.What made you want to become a writer and how long have you been writing?


My Mom had always been a huge reader. As a child she’d have a million and one subscriptions to all types of magazines. I would read everyone she finished, and then I began to get my own subscriptions to ‘my’ magazines. I also loved a school based reading program which introduced me to Judy Blume. At some point, it all began to come together, my love for reading and writing. My first little pink and white diary was filled daily with my AWESOME stuff: love notes to my first crush, poetry, and whatever else. I entered contest after contest in teen magazines, and in my mom’s magazines. Nothing. But I’ve never stopped, and now, Red Rose Publishing will be releasing my first book February 11th. 2009.


3.What is your favorite genre to write? Why?


IR Contemporaries. I enjoy exploring all facets of love for everyday people.


4.Do you have any particular writing rituals? Any snacks you must have while writing?


Writing relaxes me, so the only ritual I seem to have developed is that I seem always write at night or early morning. I love ice cream and chips. Not together, but I don’t know if that would necessarily be a bad thing. Ice cream is so wonderful wrapped on my couch with a blanket, and my laptop on my lap. Or a bag of chips on my desk while I’m at my desktop. I prefer hot chips. Delicious!


5.What’s up next for you in the writing world?


I’m working on a few different IR Contemporaries, and a few women’s fiction pieces at the moment. I also have some poetry I’m trying to determine what to do with.


6.Do you have any advice for the writers/readers?


The only advice I think I can offer is, don’t give up. If you own it, then those around you will believe it, too. I talk about writing to everyone I know. I try to find writing opportunities everywhere. I don’t care what it is. If it involves being able to write something, I do it.

So, I guess that’s what I’d say...believe it, tell it, do it, and of course, let’s not forget to read. Read everything.

Thank you so much for stopping by Angela!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 24 - Welcome Brynna Curry!



We're still going here with the New Year's Bash. Today starts our last full week. Can you believe the month is going by so fast? Today's guest is Brynna Curry!

Thanks for inviting me to be here today, Tir! I'll be giving away an ebook to one of the commentors. Winner's choice- Earth Enchanted or Gypsy Moon.

As Brynna Curry I write light paranormal romance and suspense. On the other side of the coin is my dark side, Brianna Roarke writing steamy dark paranormal romance. I feed my love of books as a book reviewer for You Gotta Read Reviews. I also judge several RWA writing contests a year, including the 'Molly', 'Gotcha', Fab5 and Reveal Your Inner Vixen contests and I'm the forth member of the Frightening Journeys blog writers. I'm married to my high school sweetheart with three teenagers and by day I'm a secretary for a construction company.


Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have magical abilities? I'm not talking about being able to fly, super strength or even invincibility. What if you could control water with the flick of your wrist? Create fire out of thin air with a thought? What if you could read minds, cure the sick? Shield someone you love from falling, drowning, being crushed by a car just by willing it? It's the most dangerous question in the world. "What if?"

Think for an instant what you would do with all that power. Would you use it for gain? Shun the gift as something other worldly and evil? Or would you embrace it with a child's delight and be thrilled with the good it could do, if you would only allow it? Now that you've found it, where did the magic come from? What if you discovered you were the descendant of a healer and a nixie-witch? What if the entire future of your family depended on you and your brothers breaking a thousand year old spell? Meet the Corrigans.

Liv Corrigan is a beautiful woman and a talented writer; she's also a telepath and must use her gifts to save the man she loves. Within her family lies a dark secret and a history of mages and magic. The Corrigans are both blessed and cursed with power. Ryan Corrigan chose to shun his gift after he lost his heart, now he must find his magic again if he is to save Liv's twins. Skye Corrigan, Liv's twin brother, revels in his power, but his gift is the darkest of all. Can he overcome the evil that walks within him, or will the healer and nixie be forever trapped in the mist?



Earth Enchanted is the first in a series of five books featuring the Corrigans from Ireland, a family with a ancestry of mages. Liv Corrigan, telepath and writer,visits her brother in the states only to find he's neck deep in a diamond smuggling ring. While there she meets ex-cop Jackson Roarke, a man with secrets still reeling from his wife's death. Here is a short blurb.


EARTH ENCHANTED

TAG: When telepath meets ex-cop, will it be death or diamonds

BLURB: Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too.

Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!


After EE, To Take Up The Sword flash forwards to the end of the trial for Ashton Smythe, Gueraldi's (the villian from EE) right hand man. When Smythe is set free, Agent Spiller (EE), convinced Serena Roarke hid more diamonds there, goes back to Alabama in search of missing evidence that would have convicted her killer. Leannan O'Neal, Serena's sister, goes into the wind after the destruction of her home and threats on her life. She meets up with Spiller and together they try to get the diamonds to safety before both are killed. There are a total of five books in this series. You can find out more about each book in the series by visiting my website and clicking the Elemental Magic tab.



You can learn more about the Elemental Magic Series and Brynna's other projects on her site or stop by one of her blogs and say hello.

Brynna

My site
My blog and co-blog "Frightening Journeys"

On Twitter as BrynnaCurry/On Facebook as Bethany Cagle

Yahoo Group



I hope you'll drop by and visit with me!

New Year's Bash Day 23 - Welcome Jordana Ryan!


Coming around the corner on the homestretch of the New Year's bash and today's guest is Jordana Ryan!

A little Fairytale Romance


Hi, Antonia, thanks for having me today. I’m Jordana Ryan, author of Perfect Game and Sweet Dreams available at Bookstrand Publishing and No Matter What, The Wrong Woman, Summer Fling and Color Blind which are available in the Amira Press Meant to Be Anthology

I started reading romance almost from the time I was able to pick up a book. I guess it all started with Cinderella and the Prince lol. I’ve always been the girl who saw things with rose colored glasses and believed that someday my prince would come. Couple that with the fact that I love to write and you can see where my very own princes were born.

A little romance is good for the soul. I love to get lost in the best of the fairytale romances. Of course, as I got older, I moved away from Cinderella and started reading Roseanne Bittner, who is one of my favorites, Cassie Edwards, Johanna Lindsey, another of my favorites, Nora Roberts, Judith McNaught who wrote the stellar Whitney my Love and many others. All of whom wrote men who I fell in love with and women that were strong and admirable.

When I decided to embark and a career in writing romance, I strove to be like the authors I idolized. I wanted to write characters with people would laugh with, cry with, fall in love with, root for, and love to hate, but also love at the same time, I’ve found in life, and in love, nobody is perfect, and that in falling in love, I’m not looking for the perfect man. What I am looking for is the man who is perfect for me.

Usually I create my female character first. I have to know who my female character is so that I can write the perfect man for her. Flaws and all, he has to be right for her. From there, I can write the perfect love story, and part of the joy of writing a fairytale romance is watching their love unfold. I love what I do because it gives me back a little bit of my childhood and lets me create Prince Charming over and over again in many different ways :)

I hope that people who read my books will look at my characters and fall in love with their strengths and weaknesses just like I do, and ultimately realize, that everyone needs a little romance in their life. And that at one time or another, we all believed in that perfect, fairytale love.

If you want to contact Jordana, her email is cryselle @ att . net, take out the spaces of course ^.^

Friday, January 22, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 22 - Welcome Isabel Roman!


And today we have the talented Isabel Roman!

Magick, betrayal, attraction and adventure, and Philadelphia.

My very first story, the one I recently unearthed with a surprised “What’s this and where’d this box come from?” and burned in a fit of hysterical laughter, could be summed up as: Long, confusing, long, paranormal before I knew what the word meant, four families, and just plain bad. It had something to do with the elements (hence the four families) and Russia. I didn’t read beyond the second paragraph, opened the wood stove, tossed the entire sheaf of papers in, and happily closed the wood stove. Those words kept me warm during the December snowstorm from hell.

This one is very different: Magick, betrayal, attraction and adventure, and Philadelphia. What does Philadelphia have to do with the previous four? It’s just the setting, though if you’ve ever walked the streets after midnight, you can easily believe in ghosts and goblins. In the fourth of my Dark Desires of the Druids series, Temptations and Treachery, Lady Isadore Harrington sets out on her own to face the world outside the insular one she’s always known.

Druidic magick historically comes in many forms, but it’s always associated with the earth, with the 4 (or 5 if you choose) basic elements. For instance, my magickers can gather already existing shadows around them in order to hide themselves. Or they can use the wind, ocean, and fire, bending these elements to their will. Isadore’s brother, Lucien has a strong affinity with water, and spent a large portion of his life at sea.

In my world, it’s still very much connected with the earth despite the Victorian rather than medieval or even ancient setting. The Victorian world was different, fun because of those differences, and all straight-laced. My Druids are not. Straight-laced that is.

Isadore, however, is a different matter. She’s never embraced the most basic of Druidic traditions, enjoying sexual fulfillment before marriage. In Druidic society, one can sleep with whomever they wish before marriage, just not afterward marriage vows are spoken. Isadore hasn’t ever found anyone she’d bother to sleep with; until she lands in Philadelphia and meets her sister-in-law’s cousin, James Blackthorne.

Powerful with basic elements, she also has no single stronger power. Until she travels from England to Philadelphia where she begins having vividly painful visions aboard ship. Death, passion, and an odd sense of connectedness draw her to stay in Philadelphia, but will it be enough?

Excerpt from their first meeting:

“Why does Morgana hate me so? We’re family. We’re the only family we have left! I’m more than a cousin. I’m like a brother to her!”

James waited impatiently in the warm summer night for the passengers of the steamship to unload. They took their damn time, didn’t they? Strolling off the ship in ones and twos. But not the woman he waited for.

“This is not,” he said to a silent Takoda who stood to his left, “how I intended to spend my evening.” In fact, he’d really wanted to sleep. Between running Blackthorne Shipworks and keeping the magicker council from killing each other, he had no time for such trivialities as sleep. He desperately missed it. “Or the next few weeks of this summer.”

Takoda, the shaman Morgana rescued from mob justice years ago, merely grunted.

“Saddled with the sister of that Englishman. What does Morgana see in that pompous ass?”

“She seems happy enough.” Takoda’s words did nothing to comfort or calm James. The worst part was, he couldn’t deny it. She was happy with Granville; happier than he’d ever seen her even with her first husband. Damn the Englishman.

The passengers trickled to a stop and still no sight of Granville’s sister. Not that he had much to go on, but he’d yet to see a woman traveling with an older companion. Just as he was about to comment on that, the pair of women he awaited walked down the gangplank.

“Gods,” he breathed, frozen in place. The rest of the words stuck in his throat. Swallowing against the blockage, he managed, “She’s stunning.”

James tilted his head to one side, studying her. The lights from the dock glinted off her golden blond hair. She paused at the bottom of the gangplank to look around. Her companion said something to her and she smiled: a quick, bright grin that shook James to his core.

It took him a moment to regain his senses, to react. With a deep breath, he walked forward.

“Not. A. Word,” he warned Takoda without looking at him. Holding a finger in his direction to ward off any comment he repeated, “Not a single word.”

Takoda offered a quiet, mocking laugh.

James snarled at him, but stepped to the front of the thinning crowd to catch Lady Isadore Harrington’s attention.

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be all that awful.


Where to find me:
Website
Blog
Facebook Which may or may not work, I can never find people’s page this way, but it could be me.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 21 - Welcome Aline de Chevigny


Today Aline de Chevigny answering a few questions about life and writing.

1. Tell us a little about yourself. Do you have a "day job?"

I'm a French Canadian, living in the North making my editors lives painful with my horrific grammar LOL

You bet I have a day job, I work for the Environmental department at an isolated mine site. I work a two and two rotation, so for two weeks I have limit access to everything.


2. What made you want to become a writer and how long have you been writing?

I had just moved away from my friends and familly, and was bored out of my tree. The third book in as many days had just been flung accross the room for having heroines who were too stupid to live and my friends dared me to write my own book if I wasn't happy with the books I'd been reading. So I did.

I've now been writing for 7 years as of tomorow.


3. What is your favorite genre to write?

Romance...it doesn't matter what subgenres are added romance is always a main story line in my books.


4. Do you have any particular writing rituals? Any snacks you must have while writing?

I write everywhere. I always have pen and paper in my pocket, purse, back pack, you name it. All my books are written on paper first and then typed up. I think better when the words can flow out my hand.


5. What's up next for you in the writing world?

Who knows LOL, I have a release in March about a beaver shifter, and hopefully a few historicals that will be finished any time now.


6. Do you have any advice for the writers/readers?

For the writers...Write what you know. Write what you feel. Don't edit until you have a finished first draft, you'll go through several drafts before your story is ready to be seen by anyone. And find a few people you trust to give you their honest opinion.

For the readers...if you like the story let the author know. If you don't like the story, constructive criticism is a very helpful tool. But don't be mean, you may just crush a new author and make them quit leaving the world with a loss. Who know that author could be the one to write the next Anne of Green Gables or Jane Eyre.

You can find Aline's works at Red Rose Publishing!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 20 - Welcome Cindy Jacks


Today we have the glorious bad girl herself Cindy Jacks! Looks like she's talking about my favorite subject...shifters!

Losing My Shifter Virginity

There's no doubt about it, shape-shifters are hot! Our lovely host, Antonia Tiranth, can attest to that fact. Speaking of our lovely host, let me take a second to thank Tonie for having me as a guest today. Thanks, Tonie!

Okay, so shifters—werewolves, werecats and other sexy manimals (Anyone else remember that show? Just me? Alrighty then.). They are all the rage in the e-publishing world. Write a shifter story, my author friends would say, but for me, it wasn't so easy.

You see, most of my novels are contemporary romance, which hasn't as popular as it once was. Under my pseudonym CJ Elliott, I've written a couple horror pieces and a suspense-thriller, but shifters. Nary an idea came my way...until I dreamed up Lucian.

Lucian is the Alpha of a large clan of werewolves, or loups garoux as they prefer to be called. After he's injured in battle with a usurper lone wolf, he's taken in by a human woman. This is no ordinary human woman—Reese is gifted with the ability to read the thoughts of others. The constant chatter of other people's minds has driven her to the solitude of a cabin in the woods, but her hermitage proves less peaceful than she hoped due to said loup garou turf war. She takes in the injured wolfman, and of course, romance ensues.

The idea sounded simple enough when I hatched it, but suddenly I found myself bogged down with the construction of clan-histories, alternate realities and genealogies that spanned several generations. Gack! Slowly, I'm combing my way through the necessary backstory so that I might, one day, complete the main story. Hey, a woman can dream, can't she?

So here's a question for you seasoned shifter veterans, how do you deal with the massive task of creating subcultures for your werefolk? Any and all advice is appreciated!

Despite the daunting task ahead, I'm enjoying the process and the freedom of building a world where human rules don't apply. Who knows, maybe I'll become a regular fixture in paranormal fiction. Until then, I'm working diligently on losing my shifter virginity with style!

Shameless self-promotion:
Cindy's links
Website
Facebook fan page

Hungry for a sample of CJ Elliott's evil deliciousness? Check out The Wedding Feast at Wild Child Publishing

Sexy erotica more your style? Take a nibble of Cindy Jacks's spicy offerings at Freya's Bower

Contact her at cindy@cindyjacks.com

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 19 - Welcome Annie Nicholas



Today Annie Nicholas gives us a little taste of her world.

First...a little bit about Annie:

Annie Nicholas hibernates in the rural, green mountains of Vermont where she dreams of different worlds, heroes, and heroines. When spring arrives the stories pour from her, in hopes to share them with the masses one day.

Mother, daughter, wife are some of the hats she happily wears while trudging after her cubs through the hills and dales. The four seasons an inspiration and muse.


THE OMEGAS
I’m excited to announce my first release with Lyrical Press, The Omegas. A twist on the usual werewolf pack story. I’m having a week long release party at my blog with a contest. Come join the fun. To find out about my other books please see my website.

Only a vampire is man enough to teach werewolves how to fight.

BLURB:
Pretty librarian Sugar wants her life to stay quiet. That’s hard enough when friends and neighbors turn into furry wolves every full moon. But when a hot vampire gets involved, life’s bound to get complicated.

The Omegas have always been the pansies of the paranormal. Now Chicago’s top werewolf pack has issued them a life or death challenge. Their only option: hire a vampire warrior to teach them the moves.

Daedalus has been a powerful vampire for ages. Intrigued by the chance to train the geeks of the underworld, he wasn’t bargaining on losing his heart to a human. Can he make the Omegas a success, fit into Sugar’s quiet life, and avoid being ripped to shreds in the process?

EXCERPT:
Sugar walked to the Omegas’ apartment. Quiet dominated their corner of the building since Mr. Pal Robi’s arrival last week. She’d seen them when she went out on her garden balcony to water the plants last night. They jogged with their vampire trainer on the sidewalk. He ran, and they straggled behind. Other than that she hadn’t seen any of them. No one came over to visit. Not even Katrina, who had become a permanent fixture in her home.

She stood in front of their door and wiped her sweaty palms on her old, worn jeans. Maybe I should have changed.

The thought irritated her. She’d never worried about her looks before he moved in. She’d never lusted after a man like this either. Her past lovers always started as emotional relationships, then grew into something physical. What she experienced with Daedalus seemed more animalistic. If she made out with him and got it over with, then maybe her mind would clear. The memory of his sexy half-smile with a wink haunted her every night. Those blue eyes, broad shoulders, firm body, bald head--

The apartment door swung open, and the demon of her fantasies stood staring at her, shirtless. A thin sheen of sweat covered his pale skin as if he’d been doing some vigorous exercises. It made him shine. The circular tattoo she’d glimpsed through his shirt on their first meeting covered his heart, a black snake eating its tail.
He gave her a crooked smile, melting her to the spot. “Hello, sweetness. I got tired of waiting for you to knock.” He stepped back and gestured for her to come in.

As she entered the Omegas’ apartment she noticed the place looked cleaner than usual. Five wolves under one roof could make quite a clutter. Daedalus must have them run a tighter ship.

“How did you know I was out in the hall?” A little shaken after his sudden appearance, her concentration slipped and she couldn’t remember her reason for being there. His being half-naked didn’t help.

“I have a good sense of smell.” He closed the door behind her.

“You smelled me? Good to know for future reference.”

Fingers ran through her curls as she walked past him. She glanced at him, but his back faced her while he locked the door. It must have been her imagination. The touch felt real though. Did he move that fast?

He finished with the locks and turned around. “I heard you walk down the hall too. Why were you waiting?”

She didn’t know, looking for some courage maybe or a little self-confidence with an internal pep talk. “I was thinking about going back for a book Sam wanted to borrow,” she lied. Something unsettling occurred to her. “Can you read minds too?”

He chuckled and leaned in close, his nose almost touching hers. “Possibly. Are you thinking dirty thoughts?”

“No!” Her cheeks burned.

“Then I guess I can’t.”

Did that mean he was thinking them?

He brushed past her to sit on the worn, beige couch. His touch sent a thrill through her, it unnerved her too. He tapped the cushion next to him.

Out of her element around him and his flirtatious ways, she sat in the armchair across from the couch. His request to sit next to him ignored since she couldn’t trust herself to not jump on his lap. Her lack of self-control surprised her. She allowed her eyes to roam his handsome face to his bare chest, each time she jerked them back up to meet his stare, they’d meander back down to those well-defined muscles.

An unfamiliar quiet filled the living room, where laughter and banter normally flooded the space. “Is anyone else home?”

“No.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The heat in his gaze grew as he made his interest in her clearer. “We have the place to ourselves. What did you have in mind?”

Sunday, January 17, 2010

New Year's Bash Day 18 - Welcome Pamela Tyner

Today I have the pleasure of introducing Pamela Tyner, who is my wonderful editor over at Lyrical Press.

My name is Pamela Tyner. I’m the managing editor for Lyrical Press, and I have the pleasure of having Antonia on my author roster. I’ve worked with her on all three books in the Tales of the Rikashi series. It’s one of my favorite series, and I’m very much looking forward to the remaining books.

When Antonia approached me about doing this blog post, I did an informal poll to see what others thought I should blog about. Overwhelmingly, people wanted to hear about what I look for in a submission, so here goes:

Number one, and mostly importantly, I want an engaging story. I want to be pulled into the story within the first chapter. Some ways to increase your chances of doing that: don’t start with backstory (this is one of the most common mistakes I see), and give me well-defined characters who are likeable. Please note that 'likeable' does not equal perfect. I do not want perfect characters, but I have to like them enough to care about what happens to them.

Have a basic grasp of grammar and punctuation. It’s an essential skill for an author, so take the time to study and learn it. With that said, I’m not looking for perfection, but I do expect a basic knowledge.

Get a grasp on point-on-view. One point-of-view per scene. And please don’t think you can get around that by doing a scene break every four or five paragraphs :)

And those three hints will get you past stage one ;)

If you’re wondering what I personally am looking for in the way of submissions…I’m currently interested in paranormal romance (with a rating of sensual or higher), erotic romance, and bdsm. If you’ve got anything for me, I’d love to read it. Send it to: Pamela@lyricalpress.com Be sure to include a synopsis.

Thanks, Antonia, for having me here today!

And for anyone who has not yet read a Tales of the Rikashi book...go read one! They're incredible!