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April 21, 2011
Sharon Donovan - Excerpts and More
My journey to publication was filled with as many twists and turns that fill the pages of my books. After a twenty year battle with diabetic retinopathy, a complication of diabetes which leads to progressive blindness, I lost the war.
Prior to the loss of my vision, I was a legal secretary for the Court of Common Pleas where I prepared cases for judges in Domestic Relations. Painting was my passion. When I could no longer paint, I began attending creative writing classes and memoir workshops. After a long and winding road, a new dream arose. Today, instead of painting my pictures on canvas, I paint my pictures with words.
I write what I read and read what I write. For as long as I can remember, my favorite genre has been romantic suspense. I've come to expect twists and turns to keep me guessing until I turn the last page. And now that I write in this genre, my goal is to draw my readers into my books by adding the following elements.
Desolate setting
Captivating storyline that will hook the reader right from the start
Spine-tingling background music that will draw the reader into the story
Quirky or obsessive character traits that will identify the character as unique
Heroine that reader can empathize with
Romantic hero with a "Don't mess with me" attitude that isn't above cutting corners
Villain that we love to hate
Dialogue interspersed with atmospheric description
Twist and turns to keep the reader guessing
Sizzling chemistry between the lovers
The ability to make the reader cheer when the hero rescues the heroine at the last minute and whisks her away into the happily-ever-after
I'd like to show a few of these traits in excerpts from my books
The setting for Mask of the Betrayer is Red Rock Canyon, a desolate mountain range within miles of the dazzling Las Vegas Strip. Here is a scene to draw the reader into the setting, and portray the villain's obsessive trait.
Pouring himself two fingers of finely-aged bourbon, billionaire business tycoon Michael DeVeccio walked on the verandah of his mansion and gazed into the foothills. The raw beauty of the Red Rock Mountains encompassed him. Miles of rugged terrain and lush forests full of petrified logs stretched as far as the eye could see. What a rush to climb to the top of the mountain and survey the dazzling Vegas Strip like king of the jungle.
Fishing a Marlboro from the pack, he tapped it three times on the parapet before lighting it. He inhaled deeply, allowing the nicotine to filter into his brain. Under the hunter's moon, night predators slithered out of the underbrush, just on the periphery of the jagged twists and turns of the canyon. From deep in the woods, a coyote howled, its keening wail slicing through the quiet. Dominant and defiant, animals fought to protect what belong to them. He especially admired the sleek moves of the panther. With its keen eyesight, acute hearing, and uncanny ability to sneak up on its prey unnoticed, it pounced on its victim in one slick move. Michael understood the moves of the night predators. He was one of them.
Second to imagery, the first thing I focus on is music. Think about a scary movie. Right before a murder or something dangerous, the chilling music clues us in and has our hearts racing. Take the movie Psycho. When the screeching music starts, Janet Leigh is about to find out how twisted Norman Bates is. Just the sound of that screeching violin gets my blood pumping!
In Her Biggest Fan, I chose Moonlight Sonata to haunt the reader. As you read, you'll swear you can hear the eerie spiking of piano keys because I have planted them in your head. Recalling the old thriller The Wax Museum, I used wax gargoyles with wings as props in the ballroom. To please my many muses, I combined my love of a psychological thriller with Classic Gothic and old Hollywood glamour. Then creepy music for atmosphere.
From the grand ballroom, the soft floating of piano keys drifted, louder and louder, faster and faster, reaching a spiking crescendo that shook the chandelier. And then all was quiet as the manor settled from the riveting climax that rattled the windows.
An eerie twine hummed through the corridor. Shocked by the scaling spike of piano keys, Tess's knees wobbled. Floundering, she leaned against the wall for support.
"Daddy?"
Her mind raced. Could her dad be alive? Had he stage his own death? Tears stung her eyes. She had to find out. But still, she proceeded with caution. She sensed evil from deep in her soul.
Inching her way a bit deeper, she crept, her heart pounding. A door banged, sounding like shutters smacking the house. Then she felt a rush of cool air coming from the grand ballroom, dank with the smell of rain and something else. Burning candles.
As she got closer, the scent of jasmine grew stronger. The sweet smell permeated the air. It was as if her father were still alive, entertaining in the grand ballroom. Just as Tess reached the arched column to the massive hall, a bolt of thunder exploded in the sky, followed by an illuminating flash of lightning. Then all went dark.
Tess stood at the entrance, polarized. When the icy instrumental of Moonlight Sonata started all over again, goose bumps prickled her flesh.
On either side of the mahogany bar, standing candelabras gleamed, long white tapers flickering in the dark. Open terrace doors banged in the wind, bringing in the pouring rain. The air carried the mingled scent of jasmine and stale tobacco. Pleated silk drapes billowed out like wings.
Rain puddled the cherry wood floor that once sparkled beneath the mirrored ceiling and crystal chandelier. The ghostly sound of piano keys escalated as Moonlight Sonata played on the old Victrola. And in the center of the room, looking for all the world like guests of honor at a grand masquerade, two wax gargoyles danced cheek to cheek, costumed in feather masks as bizarre as the setting.
Her Biggest Fan
An edge of your seat chilling suspense
ISBN: 1-60154-813-3
AVAILABLE NOW!
http://www.TheWildRosePress.com/Her-Biggest-Fan-P-4234.HTML
In Mask of the Betrayer, the childhood nursery song Heigh Ho the Dairy-o sets the scene. I promise, these chilling lyrics will haunt your nightmares, the lyrics that have been programmed in Michael DeVeccio's head, prompting him to kill.
a hunting we will go, a hunting we will go. Heigh ho the dairy-o, a hunting we will go. We'll catch a fox and put him in a box. Heigh ho the dairy-o, a hunting we will go.
You can hear the chilling music here
MASK OF THE BETRAYER VIDEO TRIAD PRODUCTIONS
Second place winner YOU GOTTA READ CONTEST IN JUNE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KzpiR...
Mask of the Betrayer
Book one in the Mask series
Filled with so many twists, turns and surprises, you'll be hooked from the first chapter.
ISBN: 978-1-936167-06-7
AVAILABLE NOW!
http://www.whimsicalpublications.com/...
The following excerpt from Charade of Hearts illustrates a heroine we can relate to as well as dialogue interspersed with atmospheric description.
Dominique opened her eyes, her lids heavy. She felt groggy and extremely disoriented, as if waking up with a severe hang over. The bright sunshine pouring in through the open windows hurt her eyes. Slowly, her pupils dilated and she looked around. She was propped up in a heavy wrought iron chaise lounge in the middle of a living room. Hills and tropical forests encompassed the home. Myna birds chirped and whistled, and the sweet scent of gardenias and hibiscus filled her senses.
Blinking several times, she tried to get up but couldn't. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the lounge chair. A bolt of panic shot through her entire body. She jerked violently, her torso bucking upward. The chains binding her arms and legs rattled and clanked against the wrought iron frame before slinking onto the bamboo floor. Triple panel folding mirrors were at the foot of the chaise lounge. Like some bizarre carnival, it was a house of mirrors.
And that's when she saw the enclosed tank behind her, reflecting in the mirrored panels. A sleek dragon moray eel slithered out from behind a rock and reared its ugly head, his horn-shaped nostrils flaring. Razor-sharp fangs faced backward in a large and expansive mouth. Dominique's lips twisted into a grotesque gape that was mirrored in three dimensions. Her scream echoed through the open windows and through the remote forest engulfing this house of horrors.
"Noooo!"
"Look at you, Dominique," He clucked his tongue, mocking her. "You can kick and scream until you're blue in the face. But no one will hear you. It's just you and me. And if you're wondering where you are, you're in one of the most desolate parts of the island. It's a rather befitting death chamber, wouldn't you agree, dear?"
The roots of her hair bristled. He was a madman, a slime bag that got off on taunting his victims before killing them. What should she do? Her lips quivered as the words rolled out. "It's the blue diamond that you want. I'll get it for you. Just let me…"
"Let you?" His dark laughter cut her off. "Don't treat me like a fool, Dominique. Do you think for a second I believe the blue diamond is still in your possession?" he clucked his tongue again. "Tsk tsk. When I called you the first time, giving you a twenty-four hour notice, I gave you very specific instructions to follow. I warned you that if you went to the cops, I'd feed you to the sharks. But did you listen? No. The minute Detective Oliver Carvalho knocked on the door of your suite, the one you shared with his identical twin brother, the man you were engaged to, you thrust yourself in his arms and spilled your guts out."
"No, I didn't," Dominique shook her head back and forth. "Please believe me. I…"
"Believe you?" he took a sip of his drink, the ice cubes rattling in the crystal glass. "Fat chance. But your new lover, Detective Oliver Carvalho will believe your screams when he hears you begging for your life. You no longer have either your camera or your mother's precious blue diamond, do you? They're both in police custody. And once lover boy hears your heart-wrenching screams when I set The Serpent free to slither up your voluptuous body, he'll be sweating bullets to bargain for your life. We'll call it a trade off. A blue diamond for a blue-eyed girl. But, sadly, by the time he finds you, your mutilated corpse will be all that remains. And once I have my hands on the blue diamond, my work in the islands will be complete. I'll be gone without a trace." His dark laughter ricocheted off the mirrors and into the forest. He gestured to the dragon moray eel. "And The Serpent is very hungry and will find you quite tasty to munch on."
Charade of Hearts
Oliver's story!
AVAILABLE NOW!
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/chara...
To read about me and my books, sign up for my newsletter and view my art gallery featuring some of my former paintings, visit my website: http://www.sharonadonovan.com/ or write to me sharonad@comcast.net
Prior to the loss of my vision, I was a legal secretary for the Court of Common Pleas where I prepared cases for judges in Domestic Relations. Painting was my passion. When I could no longer paint, I began attending creative writing classes and memoir workshops. After a long and winding road, a new dream arose. Today, instead of painting my pictures on canvas, I paint my pictures with words.
I write what I read and read what I write. For as long as I can remember, my favorite genre has been romantic suspense. I've come to expect twists and turns to keep me guessing until I turn the last page. And now that I write in this genre, my goal is to draw my readers into my books by adding the following elements.
Desolate setting
Captivating storyline that will hook the reader right from the start
Spine-tingling background music that will draw the reader into the story
Quirky or obsessive character traits that will identify the character as unique
Heroine that reader can empathize with
Romantic hero with a "Don't mess with me" attitude that isn't above cutting corners
Villain that we love to hate
Dialogue interspersed with atmospheric description
Twist and turns to keep the reader guessing
Sizzling chemistry between the lovers
The ability to make the reader cheer when the hero rescues the heroine at the last minute and whisks her away into the happily-ever-after
I'd like to show a few of these traits in excerpts from my books
The setting for Mask of the Betrayer is Red Rock Canyon, a desolate mountain range within miles of the dazzling Las Vegas Strip. Here is a scene to draw the reader into the setting, and portray the villain's obsessive trait.
Pouring himself two fingers of finely-aged bourbon, billionaire business tycoon Michael DeVeccio walked on the verandah of his mansion and gazed into the foothills. The raw beauty of the Red Rock Mountains encompassed him. Miles of rugged terrain and lush forests full of petrified logs stretched as far as the eye could see. What a rush to climb to the top of the mountain and survey the dazzling Vegas Strip like king of the jungle.
Fishing a Marlboro from the pack, he tapped it three times on the parapet before lighting it. He inhaled deeply, allowing the nicotine to filter into his brain. Under the hunter's moon, night predators slithered out of the underbrush, just on the periphery of the jagged twists and turns of the canyon. From deep in the woods, a coyote howled, its keening wail slicing through the quiet. Dominant and defiant, animals fought to protect what belong to them. He especially admired the sleek moves of the panther. With its keen eyesight, acute hearing, and uncanny ability to sneak up on its prey unnoticed, it pounced on its victim in one slick move. Michael understood the moves of the night predators. He was one of them.
Second to imagery, the first thing I focus on is music. Think about a scary movie. Right before a murder or something dangerous, the chilling music clues us in and has our hearts racing. Take the movie Psycho. When the screeching music starts, Janet Leigh is about to find out how twisted Norman Bates is. Just the sound of that screeching violin gets my blood pumping!
In Her Biggest Fan, I chose Moonlight Sonata to haunt the reader. As you read, you'll swear you can hear the eerie spiking of piano keys because I have planted them in your head. Recalling the old thriller The Wax Museum, I used wax gargoyles with wings as props in the ballroom. To please my many muses, I combined my love of a psychological thriller with Classic Gothic and old Hollywood glamour. Then creepy music for atmosphere.
From the grand ballroom, the soft floating of piano keys drifted, louder and louder, faster and faster, reaching a spiking crescendo that shook the chandelier. And then all was quiet as the manor settled from the riveting climax that rattled the windows.
An eerie twine hummed through the corridor. Shocked by the scaling spike of piano keys, Tess's knees wobbled. Floundering, she leaned against the wall for support.
"Daddy?"
Her mind raced. Could her dad be alive? Had he stage his own death? Tears stung her eyes. She had to find out. But still, she proceeded with caution. She sensed evil from deep in her soul.
Inching her way a bit deeper, she crept, her heart pounding. A door banged, sounding like shutters smacking the house. Then she felt a rush of cool air coming from the grand ballroom, dank with the smell of rain and something else. Burning candles.
As she got closer, the scent of jasmine grew stronger. The sweet smell permeated the air. It was as if her father were still alive, entertaining in the grand ballroom. Just as Tess reached the arched column to the massive hall, a bolt of thunder exploded in the sky, followed by an illuminating flash of lightning. Then all went dark.
Tess stood at the entrance, polarized. When the icy instrumental of Moonlight Sonata started all over again, goose bumps prickled her flesh.
On either side of the mahogany bar, standing candelabras gleamed, long white tapers flickering in the dark. Open terrace doors banged in the wind, bringing in the pouring rain. The air carried the mingled scent of jasmine and stale tobacco. Pleated silk drapes billowed out like wings.
Rain puddled the cherry wood floor that once sparkled beneath the mirrored ceiling and crystal chandelier. The ghostly sound of piano keys escalated as Moonlight Sonata played on the old Victrola. And in the center of the room, looking for all the world like guests of honor at a grand masquerade, two wax gargoyles danced cheek to cheek, costumed in feather masks as bizarre as the setting.
Her Biggest Fan
An edge of your seat chilling suspense
ISBN: 1-60154-813-3
AVAILABLE NOW!
http://www.TheWildRosePress.com/Her-Biggest-Fan-P-4234.HTML
In Mask of the Betrayer, the childhood nursery song Heigh Ho the Dairy-o sets the scene. I promise, these chilling lyrics will haunt your nightmares, the lyrics that have been programmed in Michael DeVeccio's head, prompting him to kill.
a hunting we will go, a hunting we will go. Heigh ho the dairy-o, a hunting we will go. We'll catch a fox and put him in a box. Heigh ho the dairy-o, a hunting we will go.
You can hear the chilling music here
MASK OF THE BETRAYER VIDEO TRIAD PRODUCTIONS
Second place winner YOU GOTTA READ CONTEST IN JUNE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KzpiR...
Mask of the Betrayer
Book one in the Mask series
Filled with so many twists, turns and surprises, you'll be hooked from the first chapter.
ISBN: 978-1-936167-06-7
AVAILABLE NOW!
http://www.whimsicalpublications.com/...
The following excerpt from Charade of Hearts illustrates a heroine we can relate to as well as dialogue interspersed with atmospheric description.
Dominique opened her eyes, her lids heavy. She felt groggy and extremely disoriented, as if waking up with a severe hang over. The bright sunshine pouring in through the open windows hurt her eyes. Slowly, her pupils dilated and she looked around. She was propped up in a heavy wrought iron chaise lounge in the middle of a living room. Hills and tropical forests encompassed the home. Myna birds chirped and whistled, and the sweet scent of gardenias and hibiscus filled her senses.
Blinking several times, she tried to get up but couldn't. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the lounge chair. A bolt of panic shot through her entire body. She jerked violently, her torso bucking upward. The chains binding her arms and legs rattled and clanked against the wrought iron frame before slinking onto the bamboo floor. Triple panel folding mirrors were at the foot of the chaise lounge. Like some bizarre carnival, it was a house of mirrors.
And that's when she saw the enclosed tank behind her, reflecting in the mirrored panels. A sleek dragon moray eel slithered out from behind a rock and reared its ugly head, his horn-shaped nostrils flaring. Razor-sharp fangs faced backward in a large and expansive mouth. Dominique's lips twisted into a grotesque gape that was mirrored in three dimensions. Her scream echoed through the open windows and through the remote forest engulfing this house of horrors.
"Noooo!"
"Look at you, Dominique," He clucked his tongue, mocking her. "You can kick and scream until you're blue in the face. But no one will hear you. It's just you and me. And if you're wondering where you are, you're in one of the most desolate parts of the island. It's a rather befitting death chamber, wouldn't you agree, dear?"
The roots of her hair bristled. He was a madman, a slime bag that got off on taunting his victims before killing them. What should she do? Her lips quivered as the words rolled out. "It's the blue diamond that you want. I'll get it for you. Just let me…"
"Let you?" His dark laughter cut her off. "Don't treat me like a fool, Dominique. Do you think for a second I believe the blue diamond is still in your possession?" he clucked his tongue again. "Tsk tsk. When I called you the first time, giving you a twenty-four hour notice, I gave you very specific instructions to follow. I warned you that if you went to the cops, I'd feed you to the sharks. But did you listen? No. The minute Detective Oliver Carvalho knocked on the door of your suite, the one you shared with his identical twin brother, the man you were engaged to, you thrust yourself in his arms and spilled your guts out."
"No, I didn't," Dominique shook her head back and forth. "Please believe me. I…"
"Believe you?" he took a sip of his drink, the ice cubes rattling in the crystal glass. "Fat chance. But your new lover, Detective Oliver Carvalho will believe your screams when he hears you begging for your life. You no longer have either your camera or your mother's precious blue diamond, do you? They're both in police custody. And once lover boy hears your heart-wrenching screams when I set The Serpent free to slither up your voluptuous body, he'll be sweating bullets to bargain for your life. We'll call it a trade off. A blue diamond for a blue-eyed girl. But, sadly, by the time he finds you, your mutilated corpse will be all that remains. And once I have my hands on the blue diamond, my work in the islands will be complete. I'll be gone without a trace." His dark laughter ricocheted off the mirrors and into the forest. He gestured to the dragon moray eel. "And The Serpent is very hungry and will find you quite tasty to munch on."
Charade of Hearts
Oliver's story!
AVAILABLE NOW!
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/chara...
To read about me and my books, sign up for my newsletter and view my art gallery featuring some of my former paintings, visit my website: http://www.sharonadonovan.com/ or write to me sharonad@comcast.net
April 14, 2011
Charade of Hearts by Sharon Donovan
IT'S SHEER MAGIC!
IT'S SHEER SUSPENSE!
IT'S SHEER ROMANCE!
IT'S CHARADE OF HEARTS!
STARRING THE ONE AND ONLY OLIVER!
In a Jewel of the Night Mystery by The Wild Rose Press!
Blurb
While scuba diving off the coast of Diamond Head with her diving partner on a quest to find a family heirloom, underwater photographer Dominique St. John witnesses his brutal murder and photographs it, ensnaring her in a deadly jewel ring. And when the investigating officer turns out to be her partner's identical twin, a man she knew nothing about, her life becomes a Charade of Hearts.
Welcome to the world of greed, intrigue, deception and murder. And at its core is a blue diamond worth millions.
As honest as his twin was corrupt, Honolulu Homicide Detective Oliver Carvalho must convince Dominique that her diving partner and best friend was a crook. In a race against time, Oliver must rescue Dominique from a ruthless killer. But his biggest challenge proves to be mending a broken heart torn by betrayal that can only be redeemed by love.
I am thrilled to announce the release of Charade of Hearts, the book you've all been waiting for. In my latest romantic suspense by The Wild Rose Press, our very own Oliver fights off the villain to save his lady love from harm's way. With this handsome knight in shining armor in mind, I chose gorgeous Hawaii for the setting. Why Hawaii you ask? Because I vacationed in the beautiful tropical paradise once upon a time and fell in love with the miles of breathtaking beauty.
At night, velvety skies open into a kaleidoscope of shooting stars that glitter like diamonds. In the distance, the jagged peaks of Diamond Head shroud the island like an iron fortress. Frothy white waves gently lap ashore the shimmering white sand, while balmy palm trees sway lazily in the hibiscus-scented evenings. Myna birds whistle and love doves coo, their lyrical singing softly floating across warm sultry nights. The lush landscape encompassing the exotic island invoke a feeling of tropical relaxation. Truly paradise!
A huge fan of the original Hawaii Five-0, not to mention my massive crush on Jack Lord, you have no idea how I hoped and prayed for a glimpse of the hottie detective! When the pulsating theme song would start. They would flash several beach scenes, including native Hawaiians paddling outrigger canoes in the peaceful ocean waves, women wildly gyrating their hips to the hula, then end it when Jack Lord turned around and smiled. My heart be still!
As the best books written are those well researched, I knew that one day one of my books would feature the wild and majestic tropical isle of Hawaii as the setting. I walked along these miles of sugary white sands, swam in the ocean blue, sailed out to the desolate waters off the coast of Diamond Head where Dominique and Roberto scuba dive. And, just as I describe in Charade of Hearts, although the Pacific Ocean is peaceful, that far off shore, the waters are quite choppy and definitely rock the boat. Native Hawaiians warned of the nasty sea predators I use in my book. Tiger sharks swim in these off shore waters and are deadly man eaters. One of these killer sharks devours Roberto, Oliver's evil twin brother in the opening scene. Creepy moray eels are a frightful sight, and the villain of the story, The Dragon, has one of these chilling snakes as a pet and sicks it on the lovely Dominique. Oliver to the rescue!
So when The Crimson line of The Wild Rose Press presented a challenge for the captivating Jewel of the Night, with the parameters being intrigue, romance, danger and suspense, the raw beauty of Hawaii came to mind for the setting, and sexy Oliver fit the bill for the hottie detective. I'll leave you with an excerpt. Aloha!
Excerpt
With an abrupt bang, the line went dead. Dominique sat staring at the phone cord dangling in mid air, polarized. She felt the tremor from deep in her gut, rising high in her chest and through her throat. Her mouth was wide open but nothing came out. But when she heard a sharp wrap at the door, she erupted like a quaking volcano and let loose with a piercing wail that rattled the chandelier.
"Dominique, open up. It's the police, Detective Oliver Carvalho. Let me in."
Racing to the door, hands trembling as her fingers fumbled to undo the dead bolt, she flung the door open and thrust herself in the detective's arms. Her voice came out in jumbled fragments. "He…the attacker…" she jabbed her forefinger over her shoulder toward the bedroom phone where the receiver dangled. "Said he'd call back…twenty four hours. Wants them, diamond and camera. Feed me to the sharks if I call the cops." Her voice broke, tears streaming down her face and onto Oliver's shirt collar. "He knows my name…saw me take pictures…he's…"
"Easy," Oliver's muscular arms draped around her waist. Then he walked her backward to the bedroom, giving her a gentle shove onto the bed. Then he snatched up the receiver from the rug, clapped it to his ear. Lips puckered, he slammed it back into the cradle and stared at her.
His fiery gaze was scorching hot. A slow heat burned in her belly as his eyes rake her long, slender neck, stopping to linger on her exposed cleavage. Then lower still to her bare legs where the cherry red silk robe rode high on her upper thighs. Then that penetrating gaze seared into hers. His words came out, laced with enough heat to have her quaking at full throttle.
"Tell me what he said, word for word."
Dominique licked her lips, reached for her cocktail. The ice cubes had melted and beads of moisture had seeped onto the teakwood night stand. She took a sip. "He told me he knew I had the diamond and he knew I took pictures. He said I had twenty-four hours to hand them over, that he'd be in touch. He said no cops…or…" her voice broke off, lips quivering. "He threatened to feed me to the sharks, said they were hungry. He said Roberto, he called him lover boy, just wet their appetite for dessert."
The detective nodded, prodding her to go on. "What else?"
"Nothing, the line went dead. Then you knocked at the door. I thought it was him, the caller. I thought he came to…"
Detective Carvalho waved off what she was about to say. "I went to the Honolulu Clinic this morning because I had more questions. They informed me you'd been discharged and had been transported by taxi to this hotel."
Dominique stared at the detective, mute. His eyes were identical to Roberto's. It was disarming. How could she possibly accept the fact this man standing less than a foot away from her with desire burning in his eyes wasn't Roberto? She couldn't. Her mind refused to accept it. She had to send the signal to her brain because her heart sure wasn't getting the message. But when his scorching gaze raked her body, evoking feelings in her Roberto never had, her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to reach for him, coil herself in his strong embrace, feel his heart beat with hers. And she wanted him to rip off her sexy lingerie and devour every inch of her body. She bit her lip, mortified. How could she be thinking about sex at a time like this? And why was Roberto's twin brother stirring her blood to liquid heat with his burning gaze? Not once had Roberto evoked such feelings in her. She reached for her drink with such swiftness, she felt her silky lingerie slither past her shoulder and down her arm. And then
Charade of Hearts
Oliver's story!
AVAILABLE NOW!
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/chara...
Sharon Donovan lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her family. Prior to the loss of her vision, she was a legal secretary for the Court of Common Pleas where she prepared cases for judges in Domestic Relations. Painting was her passion. When she could no longer paint, she began attending creative writing classes and memoir workshops. After a long and winding road, a new dream arose. Today, instead of painting her pictures on canvas, Sharon paints her pictures with words.
Sharon writes stories of inspiration and suspense. She has certificates in business and medical transcription. Echo of a Raven, a narrative non-fiction about her struggles with diabetic retinopathy, received a CTRR award for outstanding writing, and The Claddagh Ring is a 2009 CAPA nominee for best inspirational of the year. Other books by Sharon Donovan are Mask of the Betrayer, Touched by an Angel, Lasting Love and Her Biggest Fan. Charade of Hearts is her latest romantic suspense. You can visit Sharon at http://www.sharonadonovan.com/ or write to her at: sharonad@comcast.net
Check out her blog where the one and only Oliver will mix your favorite cocktail with a wink and a smile!
http://sharondonovan.blogspot.com/
IT'S SHEER SUSPENSE!
IT'S SHEER ROMANCE!
IT'S CHARADE OF HEARTS!
STARRING THE ONE AND ONLY OLIVER!
In a Jewel of the Night Mystery by The Wild Rose Press!
Blurb
While scuba diving off the coast of Diamond Head with her diving partner on a quest to find a family heirloom, underwater photographer Dominique St. John witnesses his brutal murder and photographs it, ensnaring her in a deadly jewel ring. And when the investigating officer turns out to be her partner's identical twin, a man she knew nothing about, her life becomes a Charade of Hearts.
Welcome to the world of greed, intrigue, deception and murder. And at its core is a blue diamond worth millions.
As honest as his twin was corrupt, Honolulu Homicide Detective Oliver Carvalho must convince Dominique that her diving partner and best friend was a crook. In a race against time, Oliver must rescue Dominique from a ruthless killer. But his biggest challenge proves to be mending a broken heart torn by betrayal that can only be redeemed by love.
I am thrilled to announce the release of Charade of Hearts, the book you've all been waiting for. In my latest romantic suspense by The Wild Rose Press, our very own Oliver fights off the villain to save his lady love from harm's way. With this handsome knight in shining armor in mind, I chose gorgeous Hawaii for the setting. Why Hawaii you ask? Because I vacationed in the beautiful tropical paradise once upon a time and fell in love with the miles of breathtaking beauty.
At night, velvety skies open into a kaleidoscope of shooting stars that glitter like diamonds. In the distance, the jagged peaks of Diamond Head shroud the island like an iron fortress. Frothy white waves gently lap ashore the shimmering white sand, while balmy palm trees sway lazily in the hibiscus-scented evenings. Myna birds whistle and love doves coo, their lyrical singing softly floating across warm sultry nights. The lush landscape encompassing the exotic island invoke a feeling of tropical relaxation. Truly paradise!
A huge fan of the original Hawaii Five-0, not to mention my massive crush on Jack Lord, you have no idea how I hoped and prayed for a glimpse of the hottie detective! When the pulsating theme song would start. They would flash several beach scenes, including native Hawaiians paddling outrigger canoes in the peaceful ocean waves, women wildly gyrating their hips to the hula, then end it when Jack Lord turned around and smiled. My heart be still!
As the best books written are those well researched, I knew that one day one of my books would feature the wild and majestic tropical isle of Hawaii as the setting. I walked along these miles of sugary white sands, swam in the ocean blue, sailed out to the desolate waters off the coast of Diamond Head where Dominique and Roberto scuba dive. And, just as I describe in Charade of Hearts, although the Pacific Ocean is peaceful, that far off shore, the waters are quite choppy and definitely rock the boat. Native Hawaiians warned of the nasty sea predators I use in my book. Tiger sharks swim in these off shore waters and are deadly man eaters. One of these killer sharks devours Roberto, Oliver's evil twin brother in the opening scene. Creepy moray eels are a frightful sight, and the villain of the story, The Dragon, has one of these chilling snakes as a pet and sicks it on the lovely Dominique. Oliver to the rescue!
So when The Crimson line of The Wild Rose Press presented a challenge for the captivating Jewel of the Night, with the parameters being intrigue, romance, danger and suspense, the raw beauty of Hawaii came to mind for the setting, and sexy Oliver fit the bill for the hottie detective. I'll leave you with an excerpt. Aloha!
Excerpt
With an abrupt bang, the line went dead. Dominique sat staring at the phone cord dangling in mid air, polarized. She felt the tremor from deep in her gut, rising high in her chest and through her throat. Her mouth was wide open but nothing came out. But when she heard a sharp wrap at the door, she erupted like a quaking volcano and let loose with a piercing wail that rattled the chandelier.
"Dominique, open up. It's the police, Detective Oliver Carvalho. Let me in."
Racing to the door, hands trembling as her fingers fumbled to undo the dead bolt, she flung the door open and thrust herself in the detective's arms. Her voice came out in jumbled fragments. "He…the attacker…" she jabbed her forefinger over her shoulder toward the bedroom phone where the receiver dangled. "Said he'd call back…twenty four hours. Wants them, diamond and camera. Feed me to the sharks if I call the cops." Her voice broke, tears streaming down her face and onto Oliver's shirt collar. "He knows my name…saw me take pictures…he's…"
"Easy," Oliver's muscular arms draped around her waist. Then he walked her backward to the bedroom, giving her a gentle shove onto the bed. Then he snatched up the receiver from the rug, clapped it to his ear. Lips puckered, he slammed it back into the cradle and stared at her.
His fiery gaze was scorching hot. A slow heat burned in her belly as his eyes rake her long, slender neck, stopping to linger on her exposed cleavage. Then lower still to her bare legs where the cherry red silk robe rode high on her upper thighs. Then that penetrating gaze seared into hers. His words came out, laced with enough heat to have her quaking at full throttle.
"Tell me what he said, word for word."
Dominique licked her lips, reached for her cocktail. The ice cubes had melted and beads of moisture had seeped onto the teakwood night stand. She took a sip. "He told me he knew I had the diamond and he knew I took pictures. He said I had twenty-four hours to hand them over, that he'd be in touch. He said no cops…or…" her voice broke off, lips quivering. "He threatened to feed me to the sharks, said they were hungry. He said Roberto, he called him lover boy, just wet their appetite for dessert."
The detective nodded, prodding her to go on. "What else?"
"Nothing, the line went dead. Then you knocked at the door. I thought it was him, the caller. I thought he came to…"
Detective Carvalho waved off what she was about to say. "I went to the Honolulu Clinic this morning because I had more questions. They informed me you'd been discharged and had been transported by taxi to this hotel."
Dominique stared at the detective, mute. His eyes were identical to Roberto's. It was disarming. How could she possibly accept the fact this man standing less than a foot away from her with desire burning in his eyes wasn't Roberto? She couldn't. Her mind refused to accept it. She had to send the signal to her brain because her heart sure wasn't getting the message. But when his scorching gaze raked her body, evoking feelings in her Roberto never had, her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to reach for him, coil herself in his strong embrace, feel his heart beat with hers. And she wanted him to rip off her sexy lingerie and devour every inch of her body. She bit her lip, mortified. How could she be thinking about sex at a time like this? And why was Roberto's twin brother stirring her blood to liquid heat with his burning gaze? Not once had Roberto evoked such feelings in her. She reached for her drink with such swiftness, she felt her silky lingerie slither past her shoulder and down her arm. And then
Charade of Hearts
Oliver's story!
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Sharon Donovan lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her family. Prior to the loss of her vision, she was a legal secretary for the Court of Common Pleas where she prepared cases for judges in Domestic Relations. Painting was her passion. When she could no longer paint, she began attending creative writing classes and memoir workshops. After a long and winding road, a new dream arose. Today, instead of painting her pictures on canvas, Sharon paints her pictures with words.
Sharon writes stories of inspiration and suspense. She has certificates in business and medical transcription. Echo of a Raven, a narrative non-fiction about her struggles with diabetic retinopathy, received a CTRR award for outstanding writing, and The Claddagh Ring is a 2009 CAPA nominee for best inspirational of the year. Other books by Sharon Donovan are Mask of the Betrayer, Touched by an Angel, Lasting Love and Her Biggest Fan. Charade of Hearts is her latest romantic suspense. You can visit Sharon at http://www.sharonadonovan.com/ or write to her at: sharonad@comcast.net
Check out her blog where the one and only Oliver will mix your favorite cocktail with a wink and a smile!
http://sharondonovan.blogspot.com/
April 13, 2011
Check out the cover for my upcoming release!
Thanks for an awesome cover, Laura! A Familiar Evil releases May 1st in eBook and print. Here's the blurb: Jordan Russell had the perfect life until the brutal monster from her childhood resurfaced, opening up scars she thought were healed. With the hope of finally finding closure Jordan leaves her cheating husband, and her career in the FBI, and returns to where her nightmare began. But what awaits her in Thorny Creek will push her to the very edge of sanity and bring her face to face with her abductor.
It's been a wild few weeks! After battling writters block for...it seems forever, I finally completed Renegade Hearts. It's an inspirational romance with a dash of mystery, which is currently looking for a home. And I'm 55,000 words into Deadly Secrets, an inspirational romantic suspense. I then need to get busy on book two of my Wounded Heroes Series. I'm doing some last minute research for it tomorrow by going back to the third grade. Since my heroine is a school teacher, a wonderful friend of mine invited me to sit in on her class. I'm sure it'll be a blast.
Be sure to drop in Friday because Sharon will be back to share more about herself and her awesome books. Enjoy the rest of your week everyone!
April 12, 2011
Fire and Ash Won Best Inspirational at TRR!
I'm thrilled to announce that Fire and Ash has won 'Best Book 2010' in the Inspirational Romance category at The Romance Reviews. I want to thank TRR for nominating it and everyone who dropped by to vote for it afterwards. Your support is greatly appreciated!!! I also want to thank TRR for the $50 advertising package, which I plan to put to good use. Thanks again, everyone!
Hugs,
Anne
April 7, 2011
Oliver...the man of my dreams
I've been looking forward to today since I first contacted Sharon and asked her and Oliver to come for a visit. If you haven't ever visited Sharon's blog and met her sexy buttler, you're in for a real treat. He sure makes my heart go pitter patter :-).
*'Oliver'©SDonovan2010 Picture©iStockphoto.com/Nikada
[Anne] Welcome, Oliver! I see where you have your own fan club now. Any special fan mail you'd care to share?
[Oliver] First of all, Annie love, thank y'all for interviewing me today. Here's a bouquet of wild flowers I picked in the garden this morning, just for you. Bright Morning Glories, pretty pink tulips, red roses, Blue Bells and dazzling daffodils. But, might I be so bold to say, as fresh and lovely as they are, not a bloom in the blossom can match the sparkle in your eyes, sweet thing. About that fan mail, a true gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. Wink.
[Anne] Now aren't you the sweetest thing that ever walked the earth. Oliver, I saw in a recent interview that you were born in Tuscany, but raised in Hawaii. Have you traveled to either place lately?
[Oliver] Well, hot lips, as y'all know, Charade of Hearts is set in the exotic tropical isles, and we had a release party in a gorgeous plantation manor overlooking the peaceful waves of the Pacific Ocean. Although I live in Pennsylvania with the boss lady, I go home to Hawaii every chance I get. The warm summer breeze is in my blood every bit as much as the hibiscus scented nights. And no sound is sweeter than waking up to the peaceful cooing of love doves, just outside my window. But nothing can compare to a refreshing hike through a rain forest, the wildlife is incredible, the gushing sound of a waterfall cascading over rocks, music to my ears.
Tuscany is beautiful, sweet home of my heart. I'm tellin' you, Annie, my pet, y'all haven't lived til you've seen the vineyards sparkling like jewels in the brilliant sunshine. Deep purple, sizzling crimson, and glossy amber cover the landscape. Wild roses and honeysuckle bloom abundantly on a hillside bordered by fragrant lemon trees, and age-old olive trees sit on hilltops, gnarled branches reaching upward as if in prayer. No wonder Italy had some of the most legendary artists, it's a painter's dream.
[Anne] Oliver, you keep making me blush and we're never going to get through this interview. *Anne clears her throat and smiles at her handsome guest* So once your day is done, meeting Sharon's every need, how do you spend your evenings?
[Oliver] Between my detective job and waiting on Sharon hand and foot, talk about high maintenance, there isn't all that much spare time. But I do enjoy a decent jazz band that can play the blues with a snappy deliverance, reminiscent of the Big Easy, a favorite vacation spot for me. Sitting in a cool, dimly lit jazz bar with a shaken not stirred James Bond martini and a pretty woman like you, sweet thing, is my idea of heaven on earth. Wink.
*Anne bats her eyes at Oliver, wishing she was just a few years younger* What made you choose to be a private investigator?
[Oliver] It's in my blood. I grew up watching all the top detective shows. Hawaii 5-0, Barnaby Jones, Magnum PI, now those were some real role models, real men, heroes to be looked up to and admired. But y'all know my idol was, is and always will be James Bond. I have his entire collection of movies on DVD in my library and openly admit to copying a few of his moves. Oliver pumps his biceps and grins. So, naturally, love, with JB as my mentor and being born with the living on the edge of danger gene, what else could I want to be but a secret agent man. Wink
[Anne] Any interesting cases you can share with us?
[Oliver] With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Oliver kisses Anne. Annie, sweet thing, that's why I'm a G man, a secret agent man, because everything is top secret and will not pass my hot lips.
[Anne] Whew! You are quite the charmer, my G man. Besides being a handsome devil, word is you love to cook. What is your favorite dish to make?
Oliver grins. Pasta, my own sweet mama's recipe, God rest her soul. As you know, I was born in Tuscany and lived on a farm. I grew up on peasant cooking, food that was home grown or gathered in the wild. I'm telling you, Annie, you haven't lived until you've had a meal prepared with farm grown meats and fresh greens and vegetables from the good earth. Italian women add an extra ingredient, love. Mama certainly did. We had pigs and chickens in our villa, and nobody in the land grew sweeter or plumper tomatoes than Mama. And her spaghetti sauce, he kisses his fingertips. Mama made the best and passed her recipe to me.
[Anne] Now I'm sure all the ladies out there have wondered this, what traits do you find most attractive in a woman?
[Oliver] That's simple, love. I'm attracted to a woman whose inner beauty is as radiant as her smile, a woman who is compassionate as well as passionate, a woman who isn't afraid to live life to the fullest and make every day count. A woman just like you, Annie..
[Anne] Don't tease me, Oliver, if I could find a man as sexy as you who loves to cook I might just settle down and get hitched. *Grinning* Okay, say you've picked up that special lady in your life and are going to treat her to a night on the town. Where would you take her?
[Oliver] First, I'd appear at her door with a fresh bouquet of her favorite flowers. I'm a man with old fashioned virtues and believe in treating a woman like a lady. Then, her choice in cuisine, I'd sweep her off to a nice eatery slightly off the beaten path, specializing in home cooking that takes more than five minutes to prepare. We'd sit in a secluded booth in the back of the bistro where we could quietly talk and get to know each other without being disturbed every few minutes. It would be a candlelit dinner, of course, so that I could gaze into her eyes. We'd order a nicely aged bottle of wine to start things out, white if she preferred, although I enjoy a Tuscan red myself. And definitely a basket of warm crusty bread with some of that whipped garlic butter that melts in your mouth. Oh, you asked earlier what kind of woman I'm attracted to. Did I mention one with a healthy appetite that isn't afraid to eat and isn't forever on a diet counting calories. It does my heart good to see a woman dig into food with gusto. In Tuscany, folks enjoy long, leisurely meals, seven course meals that aren't rushed, an admirable custom might I add. So when I take a woman out to dinner, I like to indulge in the same. After dinner, a nice romantic stroll under the light of the silvery moon. We would end the evening with a nightcap at a quaint little piano bar where we could dance cheek to cheek, followed by a kiss is just a kiss. .
[Anne] I picture you in a sporty, red, muscle car. Am I wrong?
[Oliver] Absolutely right on the money, Annie, my sweet, only it's black. Wink
[Anne] Will there be a sequel to Charade of Hearts?
COH is a single title, but the boss lady's been burning the midnight oil lately working on another romantic suspense featuring a hot Cajon French detective. Wink
Oliver kisses Anne and casts her a wicked wink. Annie, love, you are a gift. Thank y'all for inviting me into your heart and home for an exclusive. You are most hospitable and ask the best questions Drop into Oliver's bar anytime, and I'll mix your favorite cocktail with a wink and a smile. Cheers!
Dear Reader,
If you would like to be a guest on the Dear Oliver Show to vent about your favorite pet peeve, please contact Sharon at Sharonad@comcast.net
Dear Oliver can be seen every Wednesday here: http://sharondonovan.blogspot.com
Wow! No offense to any of my other guests who've appeared on my blog, but this had to be my favorite post. Isn't Oliver the most romantic devil you ever came across. *Letting out a long sigh* Man what I wouldn't give to be a few years younger.
*'Oliver'©SDonovan2010 Picture©iStockphoto.com/Nikada[Anne] Welcome, Oliver! I see where you have your own fan club now. Any special fan mail you'd care to share?
[Oliver] First of all, Annie love, thank y'all for interviewing me today. Here's a bouquet of wild flowers I picked in the garden this morning, just for you. Bright Morning Glories, pretty pink tulips, red roses, Blue Bells and dazzling daffodils. But, might I be so bold to say, as fresh and lovely as they are, not a bloom in the blossom can match the sparkle in your eyes, sweet thing. About that fan mail, a true gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. Wink.
[Anne] Now aren't you the sweetest thing that ever walked the earth. Oliver, I saw in a recent interview that you were born in Tuscany, but raised in Hawaii. Have you traveled to either place lately?
[Oliver] Well, hot lips, as y'all know, Charade of Hearts is set in the exotic tropical isles, and we had a release party in a gorgeous plantation manor overlooking the peaceful waves of the Pacific Ocean. Although I live in Pennsylvania with the boss lady, I go home to Hawaii every chance I get. The warm summer breeze is in my blood every bit as much as the hibiscus scented nights. And no sound is sweeter than waking up to the peaceful cooing of love doves, just outside my window. But nothing can compare to a refreshing hike through a rain forest, the wildlife is incredible, the gushing sound of a waterfall cascading over rocks, music to my ears.
Tuscany is beautiful, sweet home of my heart. I'm tellin' you, Annie, my pet, y'all haven't lived til you've seen the vineyards sparkling like jewels in the brilliant sunshine. Deep purple, sizzling crimson, and glossy amber cover the landscape. Wild roses and honeysuckle bloom abundantly on a hillside bordered by fragrant lemon trees, and age-old olive trees sit on hilltops, gnarled branches reaching upward as if in prayer. No wonder Italy had some of the most legendary artists, it's a painter's dream.
[Anne] Oliver, you keep making me blush and we're never going to get through this interview. *Anne clears her throat and smiles at her handsome guest* So once your day is done, meeting Sharon's every need, how do you spend your evenings?
[Oliver] Between my detective job and waiting on Sharon hand and foot, talk about high maintenance, there isn't all that much spare time. But I do enjoy a decent jazz band that can play the blues with a snappy deliverance, reminiscent of the Big Easy, a favorite vacation spot for me. Sitting in a cool, dimly lit jazz bar with a shaken not stirred James Bond martini and a pretty woman like you, sweet thing, is my idea of heaven on earth. Wink.
*Anne bats her eyes at Oliver, wishing she was just a few years younger* What made you choose to be a private investigator?
[Oliver] It's in my blood. I grew up watching all the top detective shows. Hawaii 5-0, Barnaby Jones, Magnum PI, now those were some real role models, real men, heroes to be looked up to and admired. But y'all know my idol was, is and always will be James Bond. I have his entire collection of movies on DVD in my library and openly admit to copying a few of his moves. Oliver pumps his biceps and grins. So, naturally, love, with JB as my mentor and being born with the living on the edge of danger gene, what else could I want to be but a secret agent man. Wink
[Anne] Any interesting cases you can share with us?
[Oliver] With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Oliver kisses Anne. Annie, sweet thing, that's why I'm a G man, a secret agent man, because everything is top secret and will not pass my hot lips.
[Anne] Whew! You are quite the charmer, my G man. Besides being a handsome devil, word is you love to cook. What is your favorite dish to make?
Oliver grins. Pasta, my own sweet mama's recipe, God rest her soul. As you know, I was born in Tuscany and lived on a farm. I grew up on peasant cooking, food that was home grown or gathered in the wild. I'm telling you, Annie, you haven't lived until you've had a meal prepared with farm grown meats and fresh greens and vegetables from the good earth. Italian women add an extra ingredient, love. Mama certainly did. We had pigs and chickens in our villa, and nobody in the land grew sweeter or plumper tomatoes than Mama. And her spaghetti sauce, he kisses his fingertips. Mama made the best and passed her recipe to me.
[Anne] Now I'm sure all the ladies out there have wondered this, what traits do you find most attractive in a woman?
[Oliver] That's simple, love. I'm attracted to a woman whose inner beauty is as radiant as her smile, a woman who is compassionate as well as passionate, a woman who isn't afraid to live life to the fullest and make every day count. A woman just like you, Annie..
[Anne] Don't tease me, Oliver, if I could find a man as sexy as you who loves to cook I might just settle down and get hitched. *Grinning* Okay, say you've picked up that special lady in your life and are going to treat her to a night on the town. Where would you take her?
[Oliver] First, I'd appear at her door with a fresh bouquet of her favorite flowers. I'm a man with old fashioned virtues and believe in treating a woman like a lady. Then, her choice in cuisine, I'd sweep her off to a nice eatery slightly off the beaten path, specializing in home cooking that takes more than five minutes to prepare. We'd sit in a secluded booth in the back of the bistro where we could quietly talk and get to know each other without being disturbed every few minutes. It would be a candlelit dinner, of course, so that I could gaze into her eyes. We'd order a nicely aged bottle of wine to start things out, white if she preferred, although I enjoy a Tuscan red myself. And definitely a basket of warm crusty bread with some of that whipped garlic butter that melts in your mouth. Oh, you asked earlier what kind of woman I'm attracted to. Did I mention one with a healthy appetite that isn't afraid to eat and isn't forever on a diet counting calories. It does my heart good to see a woman dig into food with gusto. In Tuscany, folks enjoy long, leisurely meals, seven course meals that aren't rushed, an admirable custom might I add. So when I take a woman out to dinner, I like to indulge in the same. After dinner, a nice romantic stroll under the light of the silvery moon. We would end the evening with a nightcap at a quaint little piano bar where we could dance cheek to cheek, followed by a kiss is just a kiss. .
[Anne] I picture you in a sporty, red, muscle car. Am I wrong?
[Oliver] Absolutely right on the money, Annie, my sweet, only it's black. Wink
[Anne] Will there be a sequel to Charade of Hearts?
COH is a single title, but the boss lady's been burning the midnight oil lately working on another romantic suspense featuring a hot Cajon French detective. Wink
Oliver kisses Anne and casts her a wicked wink. Annie, love, you are a gift. Thank y'all for inviting me into your heart and home for an exclusive. You are most hospitable and ask the best questions Drop into Oliver's bar anytime, and I'll mix your favorite cocktail with a wink and a smile. Cheers!
Dear Reader,
If you would like to be a guest on the Dear Oliver Show to vent about your favorite pet peeve, please contact Sharon at Sharonad@comcast.net
Dear Oliver can be seen every Wednesday here: http://sharondonovan.blogspot.com
Wow! No offense to any of my other guests who've appeared on my blog, but this had to be my favorite post. Isn't Oliver the most romantic devil you ever came across. *Letting out a long sigh* Man what I wouldn't give to be a few years younger.
March 31, 2011
April's Author of the the Month - Sharon Donovan
Hello, Anne! Thanks for inviting me back to your amazing blog for an exclusive. Great to be here.
You're very welcome, Sharon. I'm honored to have you here. We're going to begin this author spotlight with Sharon's Q&A. Be sure to come back next week when I'll be posting the Q&A from Sharon's sexy butler Oliver. You're welcome to leave comments throughout the month for a chance to win one of Sharon's books.
1. Name one of your favorite books as a child.
Little Women, I absolutely adored the March sisters, and when my aunt gave me the Meg doll for my tenth birthday, I was tickled pink. My sister and I eventually got all four dolls in the collection, and spent hours acting out scene after scene in the book. We still have the dolls; sadly, they are not in mint condition by any stretch of the imagination. Grin.
2. Do you have a favorite author?
Nora Roberts. She is the hallmark of women's fiction, showering me with a delicious array of tales from simple romance and heart-warming trilogies to her more chilling suspense books. I am totally hooked on her futuristic series, the In Death series written under her pen name of JD Robb. Rork rocks the page. I am woman hear me ROARRRRRR!
3. Out of all the books you've read, which one comes immediately to your mind? If there is a favorite scene you remember, please share.
Midnight Bayou by Nora Roberts, and here's a brief synopsis.
Sitting deep in the bayou of Louisiana, Manet Hall has a secret that's been hidden for a hundred years. The only witness to this once grand house, its new owner is Declan Fitzgerald, a man distracted by the alluring Angelina Simone, a woman who has a surprising connection to the mystery that's been buried for a hundred years.
I love this book, it's a truly haunting tale about reincarnation and endless love. Throughout the book, Angelina and Declan slowly come to realize they are being possessed by the couple that lived in the mansion a century ago. Barely married a year and madly in love, Angelina is murdered one night in front of her infant baby girl when her husband is away. Her murder and murderer remained an unsolved mystery; that is, until their lost souls choose Angelina and Declan to figure it out and live in a home where their endless love lingers.
4. Your favorite vacation spot (whether you have been there or not)?
Hawaii. I am happy to say going to thee exotic islands in the Pacific is one fantasy come true for me. Dark and mysterious, Diamond Head shrouds the island like an iron fortress. The color contrast on the water is truly breathtaking, ebony on true blue. With all its mystery, romance, intrigue and raw beauty, I thought it the perfect setting for Charade of Hearts, my latest romantic suspense starring Oliver.
5. Which would you rather have: A custom closet or a custom kitchen?
Definitely a custom kitchen as I love to cook and am a real gadget freak. Coffee beans need to be freshly ground for maximum flavor, veggies must be sliced with an artistic flair, and but of course, potatoes have to be peeled with my Pampered Chef's peeler. When do I have time to write? Grin
6. It's Saturday afternoon and you're home alone. What are you wearing? And yes, you must have clothes on.
Depending on the season, but always casual. Winter, jeans and a sweater or sweat shirt. Summer, tank and shorts. But my most comfortable is fuzzy PJ bottoms and an Oliver t.
7. What's your favorite dish?
Coconut shrimp…yum.
8. Other than writing, what do you enjoy doing?
Cooking and simultaneously listening to audio books relaxes me. I like adding to my wall mask collection, the thrill of choosing a new ceramic face mask from a Mardi Gras boutique in New Orleans. Among the favorites gracing my wall are a Crying Mime with jeweled tears, the Veiled Lady and Star Eyes. To unwind after writing, I enjoy spending quality time with family and friends. I belong to a dining club, where we try a new bistro, eatery or out of the ordinary restaurant every month. I am also a connoisseur of fine wines and belong to a wine tasting group. We've attended some really eloquent events, reminiscent of old world balls and masquerades. There was also a casual evening that stands out in my mind when we gathered at a recording studio to sample Francis Ford Coppola wines. The atmosphere was daunting, a vault-like setting in a downstairs studio, mingling with delicious strangers as Godfather films softly played in the background.
9. You've just landed a multi-book contract with a major publisher! Which vehicle would we be more likely to see you driving after you've collected your huge advance: a Hummer, RV, truck, muscle car, or BMW?
LOL Since the loss of my vision and giving up the ol' license, hopefully, none of the above. This being said, however, shortly before the horrendous and devastating loss, I had my eye on a hot cherry red sports car. Sweet.
10. What's your favorite television show? Movie?
Not a fan of reality shows or half the garbage they're passing off these days. I was a huge nighttime soap junkie, hooked on Dallas, Knot's Landing, dynasty and Flamingo Road. Bring back the good ol' days. Movies in this order. Gone With the Wind, The Thorn Birds, Season in Purgatory, a movie made from Dominick Dunne's book.
11. You've won a talent show! What act did you perform?
LOL Honestly, nothing springs to mind!
12. Would you rather have the power to be invisible or be able to fly, and why?
Both. When I pass from this earth, I would love to be sent back down as one of God's Guardian Angels to keep vigil on my loved ones, watching over them and keeping them safe from harm's way. Anyone who knows me or follows my blog knows that family and family traditions are near and dear to my heart. The Irish believe that butterflies are angels, and that when touched by a pair of gossamer wings, you are being touched by an angel.
13. What was one of the most surprising things you learned during your journey to publication?
How incredibly dedicated one must be from conception to fruition. As authors, we deal with writer's block, deadlines, rejection and competition on a daily basis, which can be grueling and quite cumbersome. Then when we finally land a contract, countless edits, galleys and proof reading go back and forth between author and editor until you're sick to death of the book. But when at long last, close to a year after the contract is signed, the book comes out in print. Believe me, nothing can compare to the sweet feeling of holding your creation in your hot little hands, making all those late night edits burning the midnight oil worth it. Except when an author is fortunate enough to get a glowing review from a reviewer that just gets it
14. What was the most interesting research you did for a book?
Attending psychology classes for Mask of the Betrayer, a psychological thriller. The mind has always fascinated me. It can bend. It can break. It can snap. Michael is my most complex character I've created to date, a twisted sociopath cloned into his uncle's likeness and programmed to kill from the age of twelve. As disturbing as this research was, research for The Claddagh Ring was peaceful and serene. Standing on the rugged cliffs overlooking the crashing Atlantic Breakers, I was inspired to write a whimsical tale about the legend of the claddagh, said to be blessed by St. Patrick for those who believe in the magic of love. But the most chilling research was for Echo of a Raven, a woman's twenty year battle with diabetic retinopathy leading to her blindness because it's my life story.
15. Where do you go when you need to get inspired to write?
Back in time to when I could see the bold and striking beauty of God's creation, the vivid colors of flowers after a spring rain, the dusky pink of a fading rose of summer, the amber leaves of autumn in the blazing sun, crimson, burnt orange and gold, giving the illusion of wildfire. Dialogue brings the story to life, but for me, descriptive language is an art, keeping color alive and vivid in my mind's eye.
16. Do you have any writing quirks?
I'm Irish and highly superstitious and have a whole slue of writing quirks. Not that I'd admit to having a compulsive disorder, but I will admit to walking a thin line in that I am a neat freak about organization. A place for everything and everything in its place. Routine keeps me balanced and rituals set the stage for the course of each day, beginning with two cups of strong, freshly ground gourmet coffee with just a smidgen of Irish cream, a coddled egg on whole wheat toast slathered with melted sharp cheese, and a crisp and crunchy red delicious apple. After a steaming hot shower, I lather myself silly with Evelyn Rose body lotion. Sitting at my desk shrouded by animated Mardi Gras ceramic face masks to inspire me, I turn on my computer, check my email, calendar and get cracking. But not before one of my whimsical musical fairies perform a Venetian symphony for me.
17. What do you think makes a good story?
Research what you write and don't try and fake it with a grain of knowledge. Although the story is fiction, the storyline for the most part is very real. A real pet peeve for me, Dear Oliver, is when an author's main character is a diabetic. Unless you are very educated on the disease, or like me, have first hand knowledge as a long suffering type 1 diabetic, you have no right spouting off and putting false medical information in print. I can't tell you how many times I read a book where an author will proclaim, "Stop eating all that candy or you'll get diabetes!" Or "If you take insulin, you can eat whatever you like." or the best one, "Only fat people get diabetes!"
None of the above are true; in fact they are so off the mark don't even get me started! Although the exact cause of type 1 diabetes remains a mystery, research indicates it points to a gene in which heredity factors play a part. Latest research shows that obesity, especially in teens who indulge in a steady diet of junk food and far too little exercise, is contributing to the development of type 2 at an alarming rate.
My point being, no matter what you write, be cautious about the information you put in print. Research what you write!
18. What are you working on now?
A Christmas submission starring Detective Oliver, as well as Vendetta, the sequel to Mask of the Betrayer.
19. What's one of the more interesting experiences you've had with one of your readers?
Smile, one of my biggest fans knows that masks are a passion of mine and are featured in the majority of my books. Sweet thing that she is and wanting to cheer me up last summer after my near fatal heart attack, she got me a gorgeous gift from a Mardi Gras boutique in New Orleans, a pirate feather mask. She spied it while window shopping and thought I'd like it. I was deeply touched and quite moved by this gesture of kindness. Thank you, Julie!
20. Complete this scene: It was raining. The man came out of nowhere, and before I knew it....
We were having a drink in a jazz bar. Like strangers in the night, we danced, gliding across the dance floor cheek to cheek, our hearts beating as one. Our eyes met and our lips touched and we kissed. It was the kind of kiss dreams are made of.
Sharon hugs Anne. Thank you for the interview, Anne. You ask some really wild questions that made me put on my thinking cap!
Sharon Donovan
Romantic Suspense with a Twist of Faith
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You're very welcome, Sharon. I'm honored to have you here. We're going to begin this author spotlight with Sharon's Q&A. Be sure to come back next week when I'll be posting the Q&A from Sharon's sexy butler Oliver. You're welcome to leave comments throughout the month for a chance to win one of Sharon's books.
1. Name one of your favorite books as a child.
Little Women, I absolutely adored the March sisters, and when my aunt gave me the Meg doll for my tenth birthday, I was tickled pink. My sister and I eventually got all four dolls in the collection, and spent hours acting out scene after scene in the book. We still have the dolls; sadly, they are not in mint condition by any stretch of the imagination. Grin.
2. Do you have a favorite author?
Nora Roberts. She is the hallmark of women's fiction, showering me with a delicious array of tales from simple romance and heart-warming trilogies to her more chilling suspense books. I am totally hooked on her futuristic series, the In Death series written under her pen name of JD Robb. Rork rocks the page. I am woman hear me ROARRRRRR!
3. Out of all the books you've read, which one comes immediately to your mind? If there is a favorite scene you remember, please share.
Midnight Bayou by Nora Roberts, and here's a brief synopsis.
Sitting deep in the bayou of Louisiana, Manet Hall has a secret that's been hidden for a hundred years. The only witness to this once grand house, its new owner is Declan Fitzgerald, a man distracted by the alluring Angelina Simone, a woman who has a surprising connection to the mystery that's been buried for a hundred years.
I love this book, it's a truly haunting tale about reincarnation and endless love. Throughout the book, Angelina and Declan slowly come to realize they are being possessed by the couple that lived in the mansion a century ago. Barely married a year and madly in love, Angelina is murdered one night in front of her infant baby girl when her husband is away. Her murder and murderer remained an unsolved mystery; that is, until their lost souls choose Angelina and Declan to figure it out and live in a home where their endless love lingers.
4. Your favorite vacation spot (whether you have been there or not)?
Hawaii. I am happy to say going to thee exotic islands in the Pacific is one fantasy come true for me. Dark and mysterious, Diamond Head shrouds the island like an iron fortress. The color contrast on the water is truly breathtaking, ebony on true blue. With all its mystery, romance, intrigue and raw beauty, I thought it the perfect setting for Charade of Hearts, my latest romantic suspense starring Oliver.
5. Which would you rather have: A custom closet or a custom kitchen?
Definitely a custom kitchen as I love to cook and am a real gadget freak. Coffee beans need to be freshly ground for maximum flavor, veggies must be sliced with an artistic flair, and but of course, potatoes have to be peeled with my Pampered Chef's peeler. When do I have time to write? Grin
6. It's Saturday afternoon and you're home alone. What are you wearing? And yes, you must have clothes on.
Depending on the season, but always casual. Winter, jeans and a sweater or sweat shirt. Summer, tank and shorts. But my most comfortable is fuzzy PJ bottoms and an Oliver t.
7. What's your favorite dish?
Coconut shrimp…yum.
8. Other than writing, what do you enjoy doing?
Cooking and simultaneously listening to audio books relaxes me. I like adding to my wall mask collection, the thrill of choosing a new ceramic face mask from a Mardi Gras boutique in New Orleans. Among the favorites gracing my wall are a Crying Mime with jeweled tears, the Veiled Lady and Star Eyes. To unwind after writing, I enjoy spending quality time with family and friends. I belong to a dining club, where we try a new bistro, eatery or out of the ordinary restaurant every month. I am also a connoisseur of fine wines and belong to a wine tasting group. We've attended some really eloquent events, reminiscent of old world balls and masquerades. There was also a casual evening that stands out in my mind when we gathered at a recording studio to sample Francis Ford Coppola wines. The atmosphere was daunting, a vault-like setting in a downstairs studio, mingling with delicious strangers as Godfather films softly played in the background.
9. You've just landed a multi-book contract with a major publisher! Which vehicle would we be more likely to see you driving after you've collected your huge advance: a Hummer, RV, truck, muscle car, or BMW?
LOL Since the loss of my vision and giving up the ol' license, hopefully, none of the above. This being said, however, shortly before the horrendous and devastating loss, I had my eye on a hot cherry red sports car. Sweet.
10. What's your favorite television show? Movie?
Not a fan of reality shows or half the garbage they're passing off these days. I was a huge nighttime soap junkie, hooked on Dallas, Knot's Landing, dynasty and Flamingo Road. Bring back the good ol' days. Movies in this order. Gone With the Wind, The Thorn Birds, Season in Purgatory, a movie made from Dominick Dunne's book.
11. You've won a talent show! What act did you perform?
LOL Honestly, nothing springs to mind!
12. Would you rather have the power to be invisible or be able to fly, and why?
Both. When I pass from this earth, I would love to be sent back down as one of God's Guardian Angels to keep vigil on my loved ones, watching over them and keeping them safe from harm's way. Anyone who knows me or follows my blog knows that family and family traditions are near and dear to my heart. The Irish believe that butterflies are angels, and that when touched by a pair of gossamer wings, you are being touched by an angel.
13. What was one of the most surprising things you learned during your journey to publication?
How incredibly dedicated one must be from conception to fruition. As authors, we deal with writer's block, deadlines, rejection and competition on a daily basis, which can be grueling and quite cumbersome. Then when we finally land a contract, countless edits, galleys and proof reading go back and forth between author and editor until you're sick to death of the book. But when at long last, close to a year after the contract is signed, the book comes out in print. Believe me, nothing can compare to the sweet feeling of holding your creation in your hot little hands, making all those late night edits burning the midnight oil worth it. Except when an author is fortunate enough to get a glowing review from a reviewer that just gets it
14. What was the most interesting research you did for a book?
Attending psychology classes for Mask of the Betrayer, a psychological thriller. The mind has always fascinated me. It can bend. It can break. It can snap. Michael is my most complex character I've created to date, a twisted sociopath cloned into his uncle's likeness and programmed to kill from the age of twelve. As disturbing as this research was, research for The Claddagh Ring was peaceful and serene. Standing on the rugged cliffs overlooking the crashing Atlantic Breakers, I was inspired to write a whimsical tale about the legend of the claddagh, said to be blessed by St. Patrick for those who believe in the magic of love. But the most chilling research was for Echo of a Raven, a woman's twenty year battle with diabetic retinopathy leading to her blindness because it's my life story.15. Where do you go when you need to get inspired to write?
Back in time to when I could see the bold and striking beauty of God's creation, the vivid colors of flowers after a spring rain, the dusky pink of a fading rose of summer, the amber leaves of autumn in the blazing sun, crimson, burnt orange and gold, giving the illusion of wildfire. Dialogue brings the story to life, but for me, descriptive language is an art, keeping color alive and vivid in my mind's eye.
16. Do you have any writing quirks?
I'm Irish and highly superstitious and have a whole slue of writing quirks. Not that I'd admit to having a compulsive disorder, but I will admit to walking a thin line in that I am a neat freak about organization. A place for everything and everything in its place. Routine keeps me balanced and rituals set the stage for the course of each day, beginning with two cups of strong, freshly ground gourmet coffee with just a smidgen of Irish cream, a coddled egg on whole wheat toast slathered with melted sharp cheese, and a crisp and crunchy red delicious apple. After a steaming hot shower, I lather myself silly with Evelyn Rose body lotion. Sitting at my desk shrouded by animated Mardi Gras ceramic face masks to inspire me, I turn on my computer, check my email, calendar and get cracking. But not before one of my whimsical musical fairies perform a Venetian symphony for me.
17. What do you think makes a good story?
Research what you write and don't try and fake it with a grain of knowledge. Although the story is fiction, the storyline for the most part is very real. A real pet peeve for me, Dear Oliver, is when an author's main character is a diabetic. Unless you are very educated on the disease, or like me, have first hand knowledge as a long suffering type 1 diabetic, you have no right spouting off and putting false medical information in print. I can't tell you how many times I read a book where an author will proclaim, "Stop eating all that candy or you'll get diabetes!" Or "If you take insulin, you can eat whatever you like." or the best one, "Only fat people get diabetes!"
None of the above are true; in fact they are so off the mark don't even get me started! Although the exact cause of type 1 diabetes remains a mystery, research indicates it points to a gene in which heredity factors play a part. Latest research shows that obesity, especially in teens who indulge in a steady diet of junk food and far too little exercise, is contributing to the development of type 2 at an alarming rate.
My point being, no matter what you write, be cautious about the information you put in print. Research what you write!
18. What are you working on now?
A Christmas submission starring Detective Oliver, as well as Vendetta, the sequel to Mask of the Betrayer.
19. What's one of the more interesting experiences you've had with one of your readers?
Smile, one of my biggest fans knows that masks are a passion of mine and are featured in the majority of my books. Sweet thing that she is and wanting to cheer me up last summer after my near fatal heart attack, she got me a gorgeous gift from a Mardi Gras boutique in New Orleans, a pirate feather mask. She spied it while window shopping and thought I'd like it. I was deeply touched and quite moved by this gesture of kindness. Thank you, Julie!
20. Complete this scene: It was raining. The man came out of nowhere, and before I knew it....
We were having a drink in a jazz bar. Like strangers in the night, we danced, gliding across the dance floor cheek to cheek, our hearts beating as one. Our eyes met and our lips touched and we kissed. It was the kind of kiss dreams are made of.
Sharon hugs Anne. Thank you for the interview, Anne. You ask some really wild questions that made me put on my thinking cap!
Sharon Donovan
Romantic Suspense with a Twist of Faith
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Visit her website: http://www.sharonadonovan.com/
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March 26, 2011
Inspirational Author Shawna K. Williams
Shawna K. Williams is an inspirational novelist who loves telling a story through flawed characters – the only kind she can relate to. God's Grace serves as a the major theme for all of her stories, but she also likes a good dose of nostalgia, which is why many of her stories are set in rural America during the first half of the 20th Century. When not writing, Shawna spends time with her husband and three children enjoying life on their ranch. She's also an avid reader, editor, book reviewer, blogger, homeschooling mom and jewelry designer.Now let's get to know a little about Shawna and one of her new releases.
1. Name one of your favorite books as a child.
Clifford the Big Red Dog
2. Do you have a favorite author?
Francine Rivers
3. Out of all the books you've read, which one comes immediately to your mind? If there is a favorite scene you remember, please share.
Since I just mentioned Francine Rivers, I'm thinking of the book Sure as the Dawn, and a scene where the Rizpah is shot with an arrow, while she, Atretes and Theophilous are traveling back to Germania. I'm not going to say what happens because it's a pivotal point, but Atretes reaction is perfect. Nothing else would have convinced him to make the choice he makes in that scene.
4. Your favorite vacation spot (whether you have been there or not)?
I'd like to go to the Mediterranean and see Pompeii, Rome, Greece and Santorini. But if I can't go there, then Alaska would be nice. I went to Alaska as a child.
5. Which would you rather have: A custom closet or a custom kitchen?
I guess a custom kitchen. I can cook, but I don't love it. A closet would just get messy. What I'd really like is a custom office/craft room. I could set up one side for writing and the other for jewelry making.
6. It's Saturday afternoon and you're home alone. What are you wearing? And yes, you must have clothes on.
If it's cool out, sweats. If it's warm, shorts and a t-shirt.
7. What's your favorite dish?
Grilled Salmon!
8. Other than writing, what do you enjoy doing?
I love where we live. It's beautiful! When I'm not writing I like to do stuff with my family, like going on a hike or digging for quartz. I haven't taken enough time to do that sort of thing, lately. I like being outside to enjoy our critters. They're cute and they relax me. If I'm indoors and not writing, I'm probably making jewelry
9. You've just landed a multi-book contract with a major publisher! Which vehicle would we be more likely to see you driving after you've collected your huge advance: a Hummer, RV, truck, muscle car, or BMW?
I don't know. I love to camp, so I guess the RV, but I'd probably rather take the family on a Mediterranean cruise.
10. What's your favorite television show?
I love Firefly, though it was canceled years ago before it caught on. Outstanding writing!
Movie? I don't think I have a favorite movie. There are a variety that I like for different reasons, though. Oh Brother Where Art Thou and Galaxy Quest are both fun parodies with great one-liners, so those are my light-hearted mood movies. The movies I like best are those with strong characterization, an unexpected twist or a unique perspective; The Green Mile, The Village, Gosford Park are some I really like. I also like the theme of redemption. Life as a House is an excellent one to watch with that in mind.
11. You've won a talent show! What act did you perform?
Oh boy, well, if it's current day, then it would have to be the equivalent of the Gong Show -- gonged and winning being the same thing . But... if I jumped back in time twenty years ago, I was a fairly decent dancer. I even performed with a group of other dancers on a television show in Hong Kong. I have a trophy and medallion tucked away somewhere, with the title "Miss Halftime USA" engraved on them. Lol!
12. Would you rather have the power to be invisible or be able to fly, and why?
Invisible. I could learn so much! I guess that would be kind of sneaky though, so I should probably pick the ability to fly.
13. What was one of the most surprising things you learned during your journey to publication?
Getting rejections really does get easier.
14. What was the most interesting research you did for a book?
1950s Hollywood. My story took place during the studio era of Hollywood and my heroine was a movie star. I was born in 1970, and did I mention I live in Arkansas -- rural Arkansas. The last thing I wanted was to sound like a girl born 20 years too late, who lived in a cow pasture, writing about the glamorous life of a 1950s starlet. I read biographies of about nine different actresses from the era, plus numerous books about films of the day, behind the scenes stuff, the history of the studios and their system, etc... It was really very fascinating.
My research about the internment camps during WWII was every bit as interesting, but not quite as involved.
15. Where do you go when you need to get inspired to write?
A walk usually does me good. It's just hard for me to make myself take the time. Sort of a counterproductive attitude since it saves me time by inspiring me.
As good as a walk may be though, my best ideas seem to hit me while I'm in the shower.
16. Do you have any writing quirks?
I character journal. Characters are the driving force behind my stories, so I've found that when I'm having a hard time getting in the frame of mind to write, it's helpful to open my journal file and write as my character, as if the events in the books were real.
17. What do you think makes a good story?
Characters! Big surprise there, huh? I've found that I can read about any genre if the characters are compelling enough. If I can't connect with them, it doesn't matter how good the plot is because I just won't care about what happens to the people in the story.
18. What are you working on now?
A book called The Good Fight. I had quite a few people ask me about the character Roger from my debut book, No Other. Initially I hadn't intended to give him his own book, but when I wrote In All Things, No Other's sequel, it occurred to me just how important he'd been. I also started pondering how certain events from the first book might have played out in his life. Before long I had some pretty strong ideas brewing.
19. What's one of the more interesting experiences you've had with one of your readers?
Hmm... I have had positive experiences. I think one of the best is from a local guy who bought my first book because I was local and he wanted to be supportive. He is a Christian, but he didn't read romance or Christian fiction, so he hadn't really expected to like it. He's ended up being quite a fan, and has bought everything I've written since, on the first day, and been really encouraging by telling others how much he, as a guy, enjoyed the stories. I had really wanted them to be something a guy could enjoy.
20. Complete this scene: It was raining. The man came out of nowhere, and before I knew it...
How about two possible scenarios.
Scenario one:
It was raining. The man came out of nowhere, and before I knew it I was flat on my back in the middle of the sidewalk. He leaned over me, his mouth moving but the sound of his words lost in the steady thump of rain pounding the concrete I lay upon. His blue eyes narrowed. Whether from worry or agitation, I wasn't quite sure, but he did offer me his hand. I focused through the water droplets clouding my vision and wondered why. A sharp pain throbbed in the back of my skull to remind me. Oh yeah, I'd fallen.
Scenario two:
It was raining. I finally had an occasion to use my beloved Prada umbrella I'd bought on clearance last fall. The man came out of nowhere just as I poised to open it, and before I knew it I was engaged in a furious tug of war over my prized possession. Even on sale this thing cost a fortune and I wasn't about to give it up!
I blinked against the rain droplets pummeling my face, and my gaze locked with his. Both of our eyes burned with a single determination: Mine!
Be sure to check out Shawna's new releases! They can be purchased at Desert Breeze Publishing. Just click on a cover for a direct link.
No Other blurb:In the aftermath of WWII all Jakob Wilheimer wants is to get over his pain, get on with life, and if at all possible, forgive those who've wronged his family -- including himself. But it's hard to do when there are constant reminders. One of them being his former schoolmate, now teacher, Meri Parker -- Miss Port Delamar Pearl, Mayor's daughter, Belle of the town -- Meri Parker.
After enduring the stigma and isolation associated with the internment camp, the awkwardness of going back to school should've been a cake walk. But Jakob didn't expect to find himself inexplicably drawn to Meri. Or to discover that the pain and loneliness of her life surpassed his own. She needed to be rescued from the wretched people seeking to control her life. And more than anything, he needed to be the one to save her.
In All Things blurb:Jakob and Meri's story continues...
Meredith Louis's Hollywood career is at a point of transition. No longer under Majestic Studios control, Meri is free to broaden her appeal as an actress and finally earn the recognition she desires.
Meri and Jakob return to their hometown for the holidays where Meri hopes to reconcile with her parents after a decade of silence. But after a disastrous encounter, Meri is plunged into turmoil as old fears resurface in unexpected ways.
Jakob, already dealing with unresolved family issues of his own, is further burdened by his inability to help his wife. Can he learn to step aside and trust God's plan. Will Meri recognize what she already has?
In All Things is a story of faith and restoration, grounded in the belief, "...that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."
Orphaned Hearts blurb:Pastor David Langley understands six-year old Caleb Holsheyer -- what it feels like to be damaged and alone. His family killed in a fire, and his body severely burned, David grew up in an orphanage, ridiculed and shunned. He couldn't let that be Caleb's fate.
When adoption plans fall through, David is desperate to find Caleb a new home. But in the midst of the Great Depression, most families are barely getting by. No one seems willing to take on the responsibility of an extra mouth, especially one belonging to a crippled child.
Except for Sadie Miller, the town spinster. In Sadie, David sees the answer to Caleb's needs. But Child Welfare doesn't agree, and demands other arrangements be found, or the boy be returned to the orphanage.
David and Sadie team up, determined to find a home for an orphaned child, but while searching, might they find a family instead.
March 20, 2011
Cheryl Pierson - The Last of Her Kind Excerpt
Cheryl's Bio: Cheryl was born in Duncan, Oklahoma, and grew up in Seminole, Oklahoma. She graduated from the University of Oklahoma, and holds a B.A. in English. She has taught numerous writing classes and workshops over the past years and also works on an individual basis with many of her students, and other authors, locally and nationwide.Cheryl has written several award-winning novels and has sold numerous other short stories, as a contributor for the Adams Media anthologies "The Rocking Chair Reader: Family Gatherings", as well as the earlier "The Rocking Chair Reader: Memories from the Attic." Her short stories also appear in the 2006-09 editions of the Adams Media Christmas anthologies, as well as various other publications, including "Chicken Soup for the Empty Nester's Soul."
Cheryl lives with her husband in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, where she has been for the past 25 years. She has two grown children, ages 21 and 24. You can visit her website at http://www.cherylpierson.com. You can e-mail her at fabkat_edit@yahoo.com (she loves to hear from readers and other authors!) You can visit her blogs at: http://www.cherylpiersonbooks.blogspo... and also at http://www.westwindsromance.blogspot.com
The Last of Her Kind Blurb:
An old Victrola is the cherished possession of Cassie's grandmother. Her father also seems oddly attached to the antique phonograph, but her new stepmother detests it and wants it gone. Grandmother is sick, probably dying, and Cassie will be the only one left in the house who sees through Trish as Cassie's brothers no longer live with them. Then Cassie discovers a secret, a wonderful, yet frightening, secret. Will her new knowledge save her family or destroy it?
Excerpt:
"Owen, it is a monstrosity! An ancient piece of furniture that no one uses—and it just—just sits there in the music room—almost like a person, or something—"
Trish was crying, going into my father's arms, working her particular kind of magic on him—using her youth to bring out the manliness he was afraid he had lost.
"I just hate it!"
"Trish." His tone was firm. He was lifting her chin to force her eyes to his. "Trish, the Victrola is Mother's." Again, his eyes strayed with guilty nervousness toward the walls of the hallway, just beyond the music room. "It means a lot to her, just to know it's still here—that part of her past remains here. She's lost so much—"
I truly detested the pleading note that entered his tone. I knew he would do anything to keep Trish—and all the things she represented to him—even if he knew he had made a terrible mistake.
Trish pulled away fiercely, a defiant glare on her lovely features. "That's what happens when you've outlived your usefulness, Owen."
Father stepped back, as if she had slapped him, and my own face burned with the anger that I had learned to control over the past six months. Since Trish had contrived to become the second Mrs. Owen Crandall, I'd had a lot of practice. True to form, she did not offer an apology for her crass remark.
Father's lips tightened, and I knew that was as angry as he'd ever let her see him. He was too afraid of losing her. Don't let her talk about Grandma like that! Take up for her, I wanted to shout. But I knew he wouldn't. In that instant, I felt a dull kind of hatred for my own father slide across the pit of my stomach and settle there. He wouldn't defend any of us against her. I knew that, now. Trish had turned him.
"Trish—we'll sell it—after she passes on."
"Can't someone else take her to live with them?" She put her hand on her hip, her chin tilted upward in a sharp, unbecoming angle. "I mean, why does she have to live here? With us?"
Father's answer was soft, and very stilted. "Because this is her house, Trish. Not mine. It comes to me only after her death."
They stared at one another for several seconds before Trish found her voice. "Oh. Well. I wish you had told me sooner, Owen."
My father shook his head, and I could see everything in his dark eyes. He realized his mistake, and he couldn't undo it. He was stuck with Little Miss Gold Digger forever, now. And he was sorry, but there was no going back—not unless he wanted to hand over everything to her.
"I wish I had, too," he murmured.
Trish clipped off down the hallway toward the master suite. Father watched her go, then turned his attention back to the scarred finish of the old Victrola. He leaned against the side of it, as if he suddenly had no strength left in him, as if he'd been dealt a boneless, nerveless disease by Trish's unexpected callousness.
But as he leaned against the lovely workmanship of the cabinetry, a slow change took place within him. His large hands stroked the cherry wood as his eyes looked across the room and out the window. I knew he was envisioning his own world as he wished it was.
Watching him, my own gaze shifted to the window. Smoke swirled, and took shape.
My heart raced as images formed. My mother! Beautiful, just as she'd been before the accident took her from us. My older brother, Charlie, was studiously bent over his calculus homework at the dining table; my younger brother, Jack, blowing his trumpet from a lawn chair on the back patio. There I was, too—a few months younger. Twelve years old. Not a woman, but not a child. In that instant, I realized that in some misbegotten moment of guilt for me and Jack, and sorrow for himself, my father had asked Trish to marry him.
Abruptly, Father pushed away from the Victrola, as if he could bear no more of the lovely memories, and nervously straightened his tie. The smoky images faded, then vanished. I could see nothing now but the stark reality of the music room—the piano bench askew from where I'd sat earlier to practice, the shelf of music books, the table where we used to gather when Mother was alive—and the Victrola. Grandma's Victrola.
I couldn't speak. What my father and I had been looking at together had been like watching images on a screen—a movie of memories. I had felt his inexpressibly joy and his unfathomable sadness as we watched. What had just happened . . . could not have happened.
But my mind returned to the deliberate way his hands had gone to the wood cabinetry, as if seeking the solace of the solid feel of the Victrola—and the happiness he would never have again but through those visions. The replaying of love's old images to be recreated simply by the touch of a hand, and the longing of the heart—impossible; yet, I had seen it, too.
March 13, 2011
Gerald Costlow - A Distant Call excerpt
Gerald Costlow is a happily married man living in Michigan. His short fantasy and science fiction stories have been published in various magazines and anthologies over the past few years and his first novel, a romantic fable titled "The Weaving", was published by Pill Hill Press in 2010 to glowing reviews. This was quickly followed by A Plethory of Powers.Gerald was asked by Victory Tales Press to write a story for their 2010 Christmas Anthology, and is honored to be invited back to contribute to this Mystery Anthology.
You can learn more about Gerald here: http://theweaving.blogspot.com/
Blurb for A Distant Call
The Appalachian Mountains hold mysteries galore for the unwary and the full moon increases the danger. Jessie Corman is new to the area, a preacher determined to start a church. Then he meets a beautiful young woman who catches fish with her bare hands and offers him a job and home-cooking. Jessie is soon warned about witches and the call which leads the hearer into the woods to disappear forever. Anna May Sherritt and her granny know all about the call and how folks disappear. Can Anna save Jessie and solve the disappearances or is she part of the problem?
Excerpt:
"Anna May!" her grandmother interrupted, "I told you about believing in foolish superstition. A crow flying across your path means bad luck? Anyone with sense knows it has to be a raven, and the raven has to follow you home and try to get in the cabin."
"Yes, Gran." Anna had learned not to argue with the woman who had taught her everything she knew about the world, while privately disagreeing. One of the first lessons Gran taught was that everyone had to be wrong once in a while. "Still, could you give me a reading? I feel in my bones that something's going to happen. I don't like it."
"Something's always happening, dear. That's what life is: something happening." Anna gulped the rest of the tea and handed Gran the empty teacup. "You shouldn't be afraid of change," the old woman continued. "A young, healthy woman needs more out of life than milking goats and fetching honey for her old Grandma. When I was your age, I ran off to join a circus, even dressed like one of them heathen Gypsies across the sea, telling fortunes with a fake accent and leaving a trail of broken hearts clear across the territory. Most fun I had in my life."
She turned the cup three times clockwise and muttered before peering into it. "You should learn to do this for yourself. I'm not going to be around forever."
"I tried reading the leaves, Gran. When I focus my Talent on it, I just get all dizzy and confused. It's like a whole flock of birds trying to talk to me at once."
The old woman took her time, humming while she focused her own Talent on the pattern left in the bottom of the cup. Then her milky eyes widened and she started laughing.
"Tall, dark, and handsome, is it? All the times I told that whopper to young girls yearning for a little romance, and here it finally shows up for real."
She looked at her granddaughter sitting across the table. "Something's going to happen, sure enough. It's time for my Anna to leave the nest. Had to happen sooner or later, you know."
March 6, 2011
What Would You Do?
What would you do for $300million dollars? Would you commit murder? Attorney Kirby Shelton has met a lot of wackos in her life. But the computer software queen, Leah Dalton, takes the prize. Leah, facing a losing battle with cancer, comes to Kirby with a plan to end her life on her terms. Leah invites Kirby and five of her closest friends to her estate, and offers to make one of them a multi-millionaire. All they have to do is kill her and make it look like an accident. Just as disturbing to Kirby are her growing feelings toward Leah's ex-boyfriend, Jonas. Will one of Leah's friends take her up on her offer? Will Kirby and Jonas' love for one another survive the trials they face? Join Leah on an amazing journey that changes the lives of all those around her.
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Here are a some of the reviews:
Judy54 at LibraryThing gave No Greater Love Five Stars! - I don't give out 5 stars very often, but this story I felt deserved it. The author, Kinzie Monroe weaved into her story the salvation message so well and the story line was so unique and heartfelt. Leah is a beyond wealthy business woman who has a heart to share her riches with folks she meets in need. She is dying from cancer and knows her last days will be painful and she will be helpless. So. . . she calls on 5 friends and Kirby an attorney she has just met, and plans a weekend get-a-way for them all at her mansion. Her purpose - to have each of them plan how they would kill her without it looking like a murder. She is willing to pay them $300 million. When her friends come together (who have never met each other before) they have such a love for this woman that they don't think they can go through with it.
The way all these characters interact with each other and the conversations throughout this book had me so wrapped up in the story that I couldn't stop thinking about it, even when I wasn't reading it. Some of the characters are believers in the Lord as their Saviour, and the impact they have upon the others, the questions they face within themselves and the questions they face with the others are so real and so well dealt with that I just wanted to meet the author and say "Thank you" for a job well done! You will not be disappointed if you read this book!!!
Lynn for Readers Choice rated it Five Stars! -"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." As one reads this book they will understand the true meaning of this verse. This is an excellent inspirational novel that is recommended for all ages from young adult up.
Martha at Martha's Bookshelf rated it 4.5 - This is a truly lovely inspirational story. I was surprised how many issues the author covers. I thought the plot was pretty unique and woven into the relationships of the characters the story addresses several fundamental Christian principles in a pretty outright fashion. Although the messages are direct, they are presented through the lives of the characters rather than in a preachy fashion….The characters are nicely developed, the story plot flows easily and the writing is clean and direct. The story touched my heart with sorrow and joy. I think any reader, believer or not, would enjoy the challenging questions in the plot scenario, the warmth of the friendships and the messages of faith.
