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September 20, 2013
Dear Jon - Chapter # 8
The next chapter in my M/M historical romance Dear Jon is up over at Storytime Trysts.
I hope you enjoy this romantic trip back in time.
Storytime Trysts
September 18, 2013
Tony-Paul de Vissage Pays A Visit!
You’ve come a long way, baby!
First, he was ruthless, “mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” walking the corridors of centuries and loving every minute of it…
Then the “penitent vampire” raised his handsome head. Suddenly immortality is no longer a blessing. He broadcasts his angst, lamenting his ability to live forever, hating the fact that he’s forced to kill others to continue his own survival, while he searches the world for someone brave enough to accompany him on his Undead travels.
After that, he became sensitive, hiding his immortality, getting a night job, making human friends, actually coming to their rescue when needed and protecting them from his fellow Undead, the so-called “predators”…
and now, he sparkles…
Quite frankly, the only time a vampire should sparkle is just before he bursts into flame, and with that statement, I say, Bring back the Old Time vamps!
And I’m going to try, if I have to do it singlehandedly. With a little individual tweaking here and there, they stick to the rules set down long ago by Bram Stoker:
avoid sunlight, no garlic allowed, easy on the crosses and holy water, keep plenty of native soil around,bring on the virgins!
Christopher Landless is my latest Undead creation and he follows the lead set by Damien laCroix, Vlad Chemare, the Andriescus, and Karel Novotny. Oh, Kit has a bit more conscience than his nosferatubrethren. He still remembers what it was to be human, but when it gets right down to the nitty and the gritty, he fights to save those like himself and not humans. In spite of that, I believe I’ve still managed to make him someone the readers will like.
Kit’s story stretches from 1794 to the year 2580. For a while, Man and Vampire managed to live side-by-side peacefully, then a terrible event occurs making humans decide vampires are too dangerous to be allowed to go free. They’re imprisoned in concentration camps, on islands surrounded by moats of blessed water.
It was a challenge to fall back on the expected way of containing and fighting vampires while transforming them into futuristic forms. Staying true to the original genre while updating it to near-science fiction f was a definite test of originality and writing skills. I hope, I believe, I managed it adequately.
Death in the Blood Book Trailer
BLURB:
WHAT IF…
…Mankind admitted vampires exist?
…Vampires followed Man into the stars, inhabiting every planet in the galaxy?
…They solved the “Vampire Problem” by putting the Undead in concentrations camps?
What would happen if someone decided to destroy off the imprisoned nosferatu?
Would the police investigate?
Should they?
Forced to assist Lieutenant Katherine Dalia in the case, vampire Christopher Landless fights desire and thirst to uncover a motive of long-lingering revenge as both vampire and mortaldiscover old crimes never go unpunished.
EXCERPT:
When the woman appeared in the fog-closed street, he was more than ready to pounce.
She wasn’t scurrying furtively with a clutching of shawl or threadbare cloak as he would expect a trull to be doing, but strode purposefully on the cobbles. Head held high inside its deep hood, her heels were making a rhythmic staccato upon the stones as the hem of her cape sent the fog scattering in little swirls.
No matter. Lady or whore, the gems glittering in her ears and glimpsed at the throat of the velvet cape would soon be his, and bring his creditors to heel. He simply waited until she walked past the alley where he was hiding, then reached out and pulled her backward into the shadows, one hand going over her mouth. He didn’t even draw his pistol.
This is too easy, was his thought. After all, he was nearly a foot taller than she, outweighed her by at least seven stone, and being a man, was much stronger. The wench don’t have a chance.
As she started to struggle, he whispered, “Be still and you won’t be hurt.I just want your jewels.” That usually halted any resistance. Not in this case. Instead of subsiding, her movements increased.
Her scream of rage swept all coherent thought from him.
He never really saw her move, just felt the blow as her hand caught him under the chin. His teeth cracked against each other as he was rocked off his heels and sent flying against the wall. The pistol slung from his hand as his shoulders struck the bulding. Kit’s head collided with a protruding brick, sending a stream of bright flashes before his eyes. Then his body slid down the wall, landing in a huddle at its base.
The slut struck me! He lay there in dazed disbelief. She…
The alley seemed darker. Where did all the fog come from? It rolled in, boiling and billowing, but… ’Tis black, like dark clouds. He could barely see the woman. Shaking his head, he sought to clear his vision, eyes sensing movement within the fog.
She was running toward him, but slowly, oh so slowly. It was as if Time itself were caught in some kind of dark whirlpool and sent waning. All movement became unnatural…no sound to her footfalls, pale arms raised above her head, hands clenched into fists. The cloak was tangled around them, flapping like...wings.
Kit struggled to sit up, a coil of panic trapped in his guts. He fell back against the wall, all power fled from limbs gone numb. All he could do was lie there…waiting.
She passed through a shadow...emerged changing...head thrown back, eyes glowing, mouth a scarlet rim of enraged snarl encircling gleaming white teeth... Sweet Jesus, protect my soul! He didn’t know if he cried the words or simply thought them and the wonder passed through his mind if the Blessed Savior would bother with a sinner such as he.
Then the teeth were at his throat and the shadows closed in, blood-red and spreading and smothering his mind...
Death in the Blood will be available from Class Act Books in August, 2013. You can pick up your copy here:
Death in the Blood
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Outserve Charity Blitz Anthology Release Day!
Today is release day for the Torquere Press Charity Sip Blitz!
I was honored to have my short story, Every Sunday at One, chosen for this anthology to benefit Outserve SLDN. OS-SLDN is dedicated to bringing full LGBT equality to America's military and ending all forms of discrimination and harassment of military personnel on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity.
I hope you`ll join us by grabbing your copy of this year`s Charity Sip Blitz. All authors involved donate all royalties from the sale of this anthology with Torquere Press matching 100%. You can pick up your copy of Every Sunday at One, or the complete anthology, at the Torquere Press website. I know that all of you will do your part to help make this years Charity Sip Blitz a successful one!
Thank you all. ♥
Every Sunday at One
2013 Charity Sip Blitz Complete Package
I was honored to have my short story, Every Sunday at One, chosen for this anthology to benefit Outserve SLDN. OS-SLDN is dedicated to bringing full LGBT equality to America's military and ending all forms of discrimination and harassment of military personnel on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity.
I hope you`ll join us by grabbing your copy of this year`s Charity Sip Blitz. All authors involved donate all royalties from the sale of this anthology with Torquere Press matching 100%. You can pick up your copy of Every Sunday at One, or the complete anthology, at the Torquere Press website. I know that all of you will do your part to help make this years Charity Sip Blitz a successful one!
Thank you all. ♥
Every Sunday at One
2013 Charity Sip Blitz Complete Package
September 16, 2013
Tuesday Tales - Glass
Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my new adult WIP (Work In Progress) Love of the Hunter, an M/M mythological romance.
In today`s excerpt-Apollo and Orion have become lovers. Several months have passed. Artemis returns to visit her brother and is thrilled to see that he is so happy. Apollo takes his twin to meet the man that has captured his heart. Artemis acts strangely and then runs off when she sees the two young men kissing.
This week our word prompt is ‘Glass’. Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.
Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
“Let me examine your eyes,” I instruct. He leans in to taste my lips. I hear my sister inhale sharply. I turn just as she bolts from the cave.
“Did I offend, Apollo? I wished to make her comfortable,” Orion says, his hands moving about blindly.
I slide from my knees to my ass, my fingers on his face but my sight on the cave opening. “Nay, my love, ’twas not you that offended,” I say, swiveling my attention from the hasty departure of my sister to my love. “She was just surprised. Let me see under your lids.” He opens his eyes. I lean closer and tip my head side to side. “Orion, I begin to see color!”
His face splits in a wide grin. He throws his arms round my neck. I squeeze him heartily then draw back to claim his mouth. The rasp of his tongue over mine, the smell of him, the feel of his body flush to mine makes my blood bubble like a pot on the fire. If not for Artemis I would take him now. I break the kiss, wishing I had a looking glass of polished bronze so my love could see how well he heals.
“Soon I shall join you in hunting!” he announces. I kiss the end of his nose.
“I hope to hunt with you and my sister daily,” I tell him. “I must go see where she went.”
“Aye, you should. She left so quickly. Tell her my heart beats true for her brother.” He pushes me from him.
I turn to walk to the flap, and then I stop to look back at him. “My heart beats true for you as well,” I announce then duck outside.
Kedalion points to the rise behind the cave. I thank him and begin climbing. I crest a knoll that looks down over a valley that the Okeanos cuts through like a serpent. She is not difficult to locate: A blond goddess in a grimy chiton with an apple wood bow nearly as tall as she is. I walk through grasses and flowers that tickle my bare thighs beneath my chiton. When I am beside her, I cross my arms over my chest just as she has and study the rumbling, riotous river below.
“Orion thinks he offended you,” I open with. She tenses even more. Her jaw is so tight I fear she may snap teeth. “Artemis, I am sorry for not being totally forthcoming with you. I wished to sit you down, feed you, and then explain who it was that had captured my heart.”
“You are so stupid!” she shouts, spinning sideways then pushing me back with two powerful shoves to my chest. I glower at her. “You shall never come home if you don’t stop this!”
“Stop what?” I demand to know, hands rolled into fists at my side.
She throws a hand in the direction of the cave. “Stop bedding men!”
“I cannot just stop!” I yell. “I do not wish to stop! I love him, Artemis! I thought you were pleased about the fact that I was happy once more!”
“I was!” she huffs, great grey clouds beginning to blow in over us. “I was happy because I thought you would come home to me! But you are still an ignorant, greedy swine! You know father will make you languish here forever, but you refuse to stop doing what he dislikes! Why do you not think of me, or of mother? How dare you fall in love with Orion? How dare you?” she bellows and slaps me.
The clouds open up. Rain comes down in torrents. Water coursing down my face, I watch my sister run off yet again. This time I have no plans to chase her down.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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In today`s excerpt-Apollo and Orion have become lovers. Several months have passed. Artemis returns to visit her brother and is thrilled to see that he is so happy. Apollo takes his twin to meet the man that has captured his heart. Artemis acts strangely and then runs off when she sees the two young men kissing.
This week our word prompt is ‘Glass’. Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.
Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
“Let me examine your eyes,” I instruct. He leans in to taste my lips. I hear my sister inhale sharply. I turn just as she bolts from the cave.
“Did I offend, Apollo? I wished to make her comfortable,” Orion says, his hands moving about blindly.
I slide from my knees to my ass, my fingers on his face but my sight on the cave opening. “Nay, my love, ’twas not you that offended,” I say, swiveling my attention from the hasty departure of my sister to my love. “She was just surprised. Let me see under your lids.” He opens his eyes. I lean closer and tip my head side to side. “Orion, I begin to see color!”
His face splits in a wide grin. He throws his arms round my neck. I squeeze him heartily then draw back to claim his mouth. The rasp of his tongue over mine, the smell of him, the feel of his body flush to mine makes my blood bubble like a pot on the fire. If not for Artemis I would take him now. I break the kiss, wishing I had a looking glass of polished bronze so my love could see how well he heals.
“Soon I shall join you in hunting!” he announces. I kiss the end of his nose.
“I hope to hunt with you and my sister daily,” I tell him. “I must go see where she went.”
“Aye, you should. She left so quickly. Tell her my heart beats true for her brother.” He pushes me from him.
I turn to walk to the flap, and then I stop to look back at him. “My heart beats true for you as well,” I announce then duck outside.
Kedalion points to the rise behind the cave. I thank him and begin climbing. I crest a knoll that looks down over a valley that the Okeanos cuts through like a serpent. She is not difficult to locate: A blond goddess in a grimy chiton with an apple wood bow nearly as tall as she is. I walk through grasses and flowers that tickle my bare thighs beneath my chiton. When I am beside her, I cross my arms over my chest just as she has and study the rumbling, riotous river below.
“Orion thinks he offended you,” I open with. She tenses even more. Her jaw is so tight I fear she may snap teeth. “Artemis, I am sorry for not being totally forthcoming with you. I wished to sit you down, feed you, and then explain who it was that had captured my heart.”
“You are so stupid!” she shouts, spinning sideways then pushing me back with two powerful shoves to my chest. I glower at her. “You shall never come home if you don’t stop this!”
“Stop what?” I demand to know, hands rolled into fists at my side.
She throws a hand in the direction of the cave. “Stop bedding men!”
“I cannot just stop!” I yell. “I do not wish to stop! I love him, Artemis! I thought you were pleased about the fact that I was happy once more!”
“I was!” she huffs, great grey clouds beginning to blow in over us. “I was happy because I thought you would come home to me! But you are still an ignorant, greedy swine! You know father will make you languish here forever, but you refuse to stop doing what he dislikes! Why do you not think of me, or of mother? How dare you fall in love with Orion? How dare you?” she bellows and slaps me.
The clouds open up. Rain comes down in torrents. Water coursing down my face, I watch my sister run off yet again. This time I have no plans to chase her down.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
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September 15, 2013
Outserve Charity Blog Hop & Free Book Giveaway Begins Tomorrow!
Our Bloghop Starts Here: Torquere PressPeople are always asking authors “Where do you come up with your ideas?”
Sometimes the creative process is a random shot between the eyes with a two-by-four from your muse. Other times, a song, picture, word, or smell can send an active imagination into overdrive. For this year`s Charity Sip Blitz, the inspiration was far less painful than timber to the skull. As soon as I saw the call for submissions for Torquere Press, I knew where my submission would take place. The title ‘Every Sunday at One’ also jumped out immediately.
For well over a year, my daughter and I have been volunteering at a local charity that packages goodies for our troops. My daughter, who is a high school senior this year, did her forty hours of community service for with this local charity. I have donated copies of my self-published books, and have helped with a wildly successful chicken & biscuit dinner to raise funds for this wonderful organization. We give our time as often as possible and encourage others to do the same. To find how you can help our troops, check online. This is just one site that has a wonderful list of volunteer opportunities.
http://www.military.com/spouse/military-life/military-resources/how-to-support-our-troops.html
I was honored to have my short story chosen for this anthology. It is my sincere hope that we here at Torquere Press can raise a substantial amount of money for Outserve SLDN. OS-SLDN is dedicated to bringing full LGBT equality to America's military and ending all forms of discrimination and harassment of military personnel on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity.
http://www.sldn.org/
I hope you`ll join us by grabbing your copy of this year`s Charity Sip Blitz. All authors involved donate all royalties from the sale of this anthology with Torquere Press matching 100%. It`s a wonderful way to help a very worthy organization while getting some great reads.
Here`s a small excerpt from my story ‘Every Sunday at One’—
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Okay, this was the day I was going to do it. I was going to get my balls out of my purse . . . uhm, wallet, and go over and talk to him. No more sitting around making moon eyes at him. No more dreaming of touching those high cheek bones and that pouty bottom lip. No more fantasizing about staring into his arboreal green eyes or running my palms over the neat, black, military hair.
Yep. As soon as I got the razor to fit into the empty plastic peanut butter jar we used for shipping, I was going to be the man that my mother gave birth to and saunter over to PFC Andrew Fraser and shake his hand and thank him, yet again, for giving more than most could ever imagine.
I planned to do all of this just as soon as I could stop gawking like a 'tween. I glanced up from my jar with the tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Those emerald eyes were on me. A flash of pink ran up my cheeks and I quickly returned to my packing duty.
Funny how I came to this little basement shop under Carol's Candles & Crafts to volunteer, helping to pack goodies for our men and women overseas. I hadn't thought much about their sacrifices until a cousin of mine enlisted right out of high school. That jarred me from my complacency in a hurry, let me tell you. Instead of spending Sunday afternoon lying on my couch watching football, I was now here, with ten other volunteers, wrapping up care packages for our troops.
Who knew that one of our little goodie boxes would reach the handsome Purple Heart recipient Andrew Fraser as he recuperated from a near-death encounter with an IED on some sandy stretch of desert? Not me. I hadn't even known the man, yet he had come from my hometown in northwest Pennsylvania. Different high schools, same graduating class, both of us were twenty-four but Andrew had served and lost a leg in those six years.
What the hell had I done? I had gotten a job and beaten my buddies in several MMOs. Yeah, big stuff, huh? Well, at least I felt like I'd seen the light. Let it never be said that Carter Preston was incurably stupid. Painfully slow perhaps, but not incurably stupid. It only took me six years to see what Andrew had known in high school. The real heroes are those who give all they have to give, not the ones you find in a video game.
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Anyone who comments and leaves their contact information will be entered in a drawing to win a free PDF copy of any of my Torquere Press books! On Sunday, September 22 at 8 PM Eastern, I`ll enter all the names into the mystical and always magical Random Thing Picker. Readers can choose from the following-
He Loves Me For My Brainssss
Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Goaltender`s Penalty
Every Sunday at One
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September 13, 2013
Dear Jon - Chapter # 7
The next chapter in my M/M historical romance Dear Jon is up over at Storytime Trysts.
I hope you enjoy this romantic trip back in time.
Storytime Trysts
September 11, 2013
September 9, 2013
Catching My Breath
Holy cow, it`s been a little while since I had a moment to sit back, grab a cuppa and touch bases with you! Since Tuesday Tales is taking a hiatus this week, I thought I`d take a break and catch you guys and gals up.
So, how is everything? *Pours a mug full for visitors*
Things here have been just this side of hectic. Which I think puts affairs smack-dab into the middle of close to insanity. I am not about to complain, either, as most of the chaos is a good kind of chaos, if you know what I mean.
First off, we recently became cow owners again. Meet Mooka Rask, who is a huge fan of the Boston Mooins.
(Hats off to Miss Yodeling for the Mooin`s witty) I take full responsibility for Mooka`s name, so if Tuukka has any issues, he can take it up with me. Yeah, I sound tough, but if the goalie for the Bruins showed up on my doorstep I`d be all sorts of apologetic.
Me-“But Mr. Rask, it was meant as a compliment. Please don`t use me for a puck!”
I bet he wouldn`t buy it. Neither did Mister who insists on calling Mooka Henrik. Ah, the joy of fans for differing teams living in the same house.
In other less bovine news, Miss Yodeling is now a senior. How this happened I do not know but it has. We`re now starting to fill out college applications, visiting campuses, and trying to negotiate scholarship forms. This is a fun learning experience. Neither I nor her father has attended college, so this is a whole new world for us.
The goats are biding their time until the middle of October. Perseus is not happy about this, and thinks that serenading the girls all night will earn him a gold star. It is not. All it is doing is making the people inside the house say bad things about Perseus and his love songs. Also, I think he dislikes his cow roomie, but hey, if I had to pick who smelled worse . . .
The writing world is superbly super. Never, and I mean never, would I have thought my new career as an author would be this busy. There are times when I sit back, look at what I`ve accomplished in a couple years and smile. Then there are times – generally when I`m facing two rounds of edits on two different books due within a few days of each other – that I wonder what was wrong with my head. Once the edits and proofs are done I`m off on another fictional journey, so obviously I enjoy the madness.
September and October are going to be energetic months for yours truly. I`ll have three projects coming to fruition in two months.
On 9/18 my short story, Every Sunday at One, will be included in the Charity Sip Blitz anthology.
In October my new adult mythological romance Love of the Hunter is scheduled to release. I don`t have a definite date yet, but will add it above the cover image along the right as soon as I do.
On 10/30 my M/M shifter story An Erie Halloween releases! This is a delightful little tale about a magical world filled with shifters of all breeds that I think fans of the genre will enjoy. Perhaps I can even lure non-shifter fans into this delightfully mystical and romantic novella.
I could not be happier with how things are going, even if my vision gets a bit blurred and my fingers knot up on occasion. There is nothing I love more than being able to share love and laughter with people.
I remember hearing that ‘Life Begins at 50’ somewhere. It surely did, at least for this goatherder.
September 7, 2013
Jean Joachim`s Blog Tour Stops Here!
I am so excited to have the lovely lady that runs Tuesday Tales stopping in as part of her blog tour! As you all know, Jean is a very prolific and talented writer with a heart of gold. This lady is always ready to help, cheer on, and nudge her fellow writers to embrace their dreams. As you can tell, I`m deeply honored to be able to call Jean a friend.
Jean`s stopping by to chat about her Hollywood Hearts books, as well as share some excerpts and give away a free digital copy of one of her books at each blog she stops at. If you follow the tour, your chances of winning increase!
Every person who leaves a comment for Jean will have their names entered. At the end of the day, I`ll put all the names into the wonderful and always superb Random Thing Picker, and just like that, a winner will be chosen! Please make sure to include your email address in your comment, or else we won`t know how to contact you about your winning status!
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Jean Joachim, Author
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Does love always mean total truth? Successfully shunning the limelight was one way for Megan Davis to keep her family secret. The press intruded on her life when her twin brother, Mark, became the star quarterback for the Delaware Demons. Disrespectful of tabloid superstars, financial advisor, Meg, was shocked when she was tapped to launch a celebrity division in the prestigious investment firm, Dillon & Weed. The biggest surprise: the charisma of her first client.
Gorgeous, magnetic movie star, Chaz Duncan, wary of women who wanted to bask in his fame or sell his secrets to the media, valued privacy above all else. Would attractive Megan Davis, his new financial advisor charm the truth from him or would he continue his high profile but lonely existence to keep his secret safe? Jealousy, deceit and scandal threaten two careers and the quest for true love and trust in this roller-coaster-ride contemporary romance
How about a few excerpts?
“This is going to take all night if you keep interrupting…” Her brows knitted.Focus. Stop drooling. Remember, he puts his pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else. Stop thinking about his pants! “All night? Is that part of the service Dillon and Weed provides?” He cocked an eyebrow while attempting, unsuccessfully, to stifle a smile.Megan couldn’t suppress a laugh as the heat crept from her neck to her cheeks.“I love making you blush…so pretty.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.Her blush deepened. “Can I continue…please?” Focus, Meg! Oh, touch me again…shut up, Meg!
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6 “You mean, did I choose you because of your brains or your…other assets? Brains. I like your other assets. I find them also…impressive. But when it comes to money management, I have to go with the best brains, who will work the hardest. You, hands down.”“Thank you! Thank you so much!”He gave her a brief nod. Megan threw her arms around his neck and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, then shrank back in horror at her action. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I apologize…I shouldn’t have done that…it’s…this means so much to me, to the firm, to my career…” She reached up with her napkin to wipe the small lipstick smear off his cheek, but he grabbed her wrist.“Let’s do it right,” he whispered as he drew her into his arms. He lowered his lips, moving them over hers slowly while she melted. He coaxed her mouth open to receive his tongue. Wooed by his charm, her resistance vanished. When he drew back, she was breathless.
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Time to meet the author!
I didn't start writing until about 17 years ago. I had two small children and used to get up at 5:30am to write for two hours before they got up.
No one believed I could be a writer...least of all me...but I was driven to do it anyway. Like an addict I was compelled to write.
I started out writing 500 word articles on advertising, business and parenting, based on my own experience. Lo and behold, after my first article failed, everything else I wrote got published.
This was exciting and encouraged me to attempt my first book, "Beyond the Bake Sale, the Ultimate School Fund-Raising Book."
I got an agent from a friend of mine and she found a top publisher, St. Martin's Press, with a fabulous editor, Elizabeth Beier and I was off.
After six more non-fiction books were published, I tried my hand at fiction. One cold day last January, while I was recuperating from loss and illness, Callie and Mac landed in my head and told me their story. I flew to my computer to get it all down, just the way they were telling me.
"Now and Forever, a Love Story" was born. The characters have no resemblance to anyone I know and, least of all, to me. They are completely formed total strangers that leaped out of my head and onto the page.
It was a wonderful experience, listening to their story. I fell in love with them. After the book was done, I couldn't let them go. They were kind enough to bring another character to the forefront, Danny Maine who told me his story and "Now and Forever 2, the Book of Danny" was born.
After that I became a writing machine, writing seven days a week as many as seven hours a day. I finished "Now and Forever 3, Blind Love", the first two books in the Moonlight Series: "Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights" and "April's Kiss in the Moonlight". And the first two books in The List series: "The Marriage List" and "The Love List". I am finishing up the last books in these current series and will begin a new series in 2013, "Hollywood Hearts".
I hope you will keep reading as I intend to keep writing until the stories run out, which doesn't appear to be soon! Thank you for buying and reading my books.
Best wishes,
Jean
Contact the Author:
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Twitter is @Jeanjoachim
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Jean`s stopping by to chat about her Hollywood Hearts books, as well as share some excerpts and give away a free digital copy of one of her books at each blog she stops at. If you follow the tour, your chances of winning increase!
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Jean Joachim, Author
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Does love always mean total truth? Successfully shunning the limelight was one way for Megan Davis to keep her family secret. The press intruded on her life when her twin brother, Mark, became the star quarterback for the Delaware Demons. Disrespectful of tabloid superstars, financial advisor, Meg, was shocked when she was tapped to launch a celebrity division in the prestigious investment firm, Dillon & Weed. The biggest surprise: the charisma of her first client.
Gorgeous, magnetic movie star, Chaz Duncan, wary of women who wanted to bask in his fame or sell his secrets to the media, valued privacy above all else. Would attractive Megan Davis, his new financial advisor charm the truth from him or would he continue his high profile but lonely existence to keep his secret safe? Jealousy, deceit and scandal threaten two careers and the quest for true love and trust in this roller-coaster-ride contemporary romance
How about a few excerpts?
“This is going to take all night if you keep interrupting…” Her brows knitted.Focus. Stop drooling. Remember, he puts his pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else. Stop thinking about his pants! “All night? Is that part of the service Dillon and Weed provides?” He cocked an eyebrow while attempting, unsuccessfully, to stifle a smile.Megan couldn’t suppress a laugh as the heat crept from her neck to her cheeks.“I love making you blush…so pretty.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.Her blush deepened. “Can I continue…please?” Focus, Meg! Oh, touch me again…shut up, Meg!
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6 “You mean, did I choose you because of your brains or your…other assets? Brains. I like your other assets. I find them also…impressive. But when it comes to money management, I have to go with the best brains, who will work the hardest. You, hands down.”“Thank you! Thank you so much!”He gave her a brief nod. Megan threw her arms around his neck and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, then shrank back in horror at her action. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I apologize…I shouldn’t have done that…it’s…this means so much to me, to the firm, to my career…” She reached up with her napkin to wipe the small lipstick smear off his cheek, but he grabbed her wrist.“Let’s do it right,” he whispered as he drew her into his arms. He lowered his lips, moving them over hers slowly while she melted. He coaxed her mouth open to receive his tongue. Wooed by his charm, her resistance vanished. When he drew back, she was breathless.
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Time to meet the author!
I didn't start writing until about 17 years ago. I had two small children and used to get up at 5:30am to write for two hours before they got up.
No one believed I could be a writer...least of all me...but I was driven to do it anyway. Like an addict I was compelled to write.
I started out writing 500 word articles on advertising, business and parenting, based on my own experience. Lo and behold, after my first article failed, everything else I wrote got published.
This was exciting and encouraged me to attempt my first book, "Beyond the Bake Sale, the Ultimate School Fund-Raising Book."
I got an agent from a friend of mine and she found a top publisher, St. Martin's Press, with a fabulous editor, Elizabeth Beier and I was off.
After six more non-fiction books were published, I tried my hand at fiction. One cold day last January, while I was recuperating from loss and illness, Callie and Mac landed in my head and told me their story. I flew to my computer to get it all down, just the way they were telling me.
"Now and Forever, a Love Story" was born. The characters have no resemblance to anyone I know and, least of all, to me. They are completely formed total strangers that leaped out of my head and onto the page.
It was a wonderful experience, listening to their story. I fell in love with them. After the book was done, I couldn't let them go. They were kind enough to bring another character to the forefront, Danny Maine who told me his story and "Now and Forever 2, the Book of Danny" was born.
After that I became a writing machine, writing seven days a week as many as seven hours a day. I finished "Now and Forever 3, Blind Love", the first two books in the Moonlight Series: "Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights" and "April's Kiss in the Moonlight". And the first two books in The List series: "The Marriage List" and "The Love List". I am finishing up the last books in these current series and will begin a new series in 2013, "Hollywood Hearts".
I hope you will keep reading as I intend to keep writing until the stories run out, which doesn't appear to be soon! Thank you for buying and reading my books.
Best wishes,
Jean
Contact the Author:
http://jeanjoachimbooks.com
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-Joachim-Author/221092234568929
Twitter is @Jeanjoachim
You can follow Jean`s blog tour, and improve your chances of winning, by stopping into the blogs listed below. Good luck!
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9-3 www.Twinsietalk.blogspot.com
9-4 Http://Threegirlsandabookobsession.blogspot.com, www.whoredersdelights.blogspot.com www.theindiebookshlef.com
9-5 http://joannawlkr.blogspot.ca/
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9-7 http://justonemoreromance.blogspot.com/, www.the-ruthin-trilogy.blogspot.com
9-8 http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/ www.crystalsmanyreviews.blogspot.com
9-9 http://sslyblog.wordpress.com/
9-10 http://www.beautyee.com
9-11 https://www.facebook.com/Bethsbookbag
9-12 http://spreadingthewordblog.wordpress.com/
9-13 http://foxylutely.blogspot.co.uk/
9-14 www.readingbythebook.com
9-15 www.abdelseg.wordpress.com
9-16 http://justbooked.blogspot.com/
9-17 http://upallnightreviews.blogspot.com/
September 6, 2013
Dear Jon-Chapter # 6
The next chapter in my M/M historical romance Dear Jon is up over at Storytime Trysts.
I hope you enjoy this romantic trip back in time.
Storytime Trysts
