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March 6, 2014
Cynthia Racette Joins Us!
I love meeting new authors and hearing about new books, don`t you?! Today we have a little information about a great new release from the talented Cynthia Racette.
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Title: Married to the JobAuthor: Cynthia RacetteGenres: Contemporary RomancePublisher: Twenty or Less PressRelease Date: January 14
Dr. Miranda Perry is a workaholic whose job is everything to her. When sexy, smart, and suave Dr. Russell Rogers visits Palomar to give a seminar, he blows her world apart.
It’s love at first sight for Russ, and he uses every trick in his arsenal to convince Miranda to go out with him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and sexual attraction burns up the sheets.
After Russ returns to his job in Boston, the two arrange hectic, emotion- and sex-filled moments, but the liaisons in the Midwest don’t cut it and a choice must be made. With each of them committed to prestigious jobs on opposite sides of the country, will they let the fire burn out because each is married to the job?
Reviews for Married to the Job say…
· I am not a fan of science so I thought this book would be a little boring since the lead characters were both Scientists. Wow, I was wrong. If you have ever been in [a long distance relationship] you can relate to Miranda's and Russ' dilemma. If you haven't, then you can ask yourself these questions...how far is too far to travel for love & what would you give up to finally be with the person who is the love of your life? Read Married to the Job and find out how far Miranda & Russ will go.
· I was a little leery at first because of the professions and was slightly worried that I wouldn't like it because of that. Boy, I was wrong. I loved this story. I loved how Miranda and Russ had to work through distance and jobs in order to make their relationship work.
· The story is an interesting read on how workaholics manage a long distance relationship. This isn't a typical fluffy romance. Cynthia Racette is very detailed with the main characters jobs and on how the long distance relationship worked. Some might find this boring but I found it fascinating. I really enjoyed this romance. The author's writing style is easy to read. The plot was unique from stories I've read lately. It was nice to read about scientist geeks for a change instead of alpha rich guys. Definitely recommend.
Excerpt:
“I know we just met, but I want to kiss you,” he murmured, his nose in her hair. “There’s a dark corner over there. Come on.”
She shivered at his words, eager to feel his lips on hers. It seemed as if she’d waited forever for that touch even though it had only been a few hours since they met.
He led her across the floor to a dim space around the end of the bar. Pressing her into the corner, he brought his mouth down to hers, gently at first and then with more firmness. His arms closed around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body responded to the pressure of his, contouring itself around his shape. He nibbled on her neck for a few moments and then he brought his lips back to hers, insistently persuading hers to open widely in passion. Soon, they were both plunging their tongues into each other’s mouths, angling their heads for better access, frantic to get as close to each other as they could.
Heavy breathing filled the small space, and it emanated from both sides. This is so not good. She wanted to eat him alive, but they were in a public restaurant, and, if they didn’t restrain themselves soon, people would start to notice. If they hadn’t already. She stepped back, breaking his hold, and hating to lose his warmth, but they she knew they had to stop.
Slowly, as she dragged her lips from his, then leaned her forehead against his chest, she tried to calm her breathing and her heart. His lips touched her hair and then he set his cheek on top of her head. Finally, their breathing almost back to normal, they broke apart and drifted back to their chairs. She glanced around. No one appeared to be looking at them. She didn’t really care what other people thought, but still, she didn’t want to create a spectacle.
“I suppose I should apologize for that,” he said quietly as he pulled his chair in. “Except I’m not sorry about what happened at all.
Bio for Cynthia Racette:
I have been writing most of my life. My husband and I are newly retired, and have moved to a suburb of Buffalo in order to be closer to our children and grandchildren. We really enjoy being near our granddaughters and wee grandson and love them to pieces. If my fingers are not on my laptop keyboard, they are around my wee girls' tiny fingers taking them to the zoo or a local festival.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/married-to-the-job-cynthia-racette/1118058496?ean=2940148221913
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-marriedtothejob-1395507-149.html
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Title: Married to the JobAuthor: Cynthia RacetteGenres: Contemporary RomancePublisher: Twenty or Less PressRelease Date: January 14
Dr. Miranda Perry is a workaholic whose job is everything to her. When sexy, smart, and suave Dr. Russell Rogers visits Palomar to give a seminar, he blows her world apart.
It’s love at first sight for Russ, and he uses every trick in his arsenal to convince Miranda to go out with him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and sexual attraction burns up the sheets.
After Russ returns to his job in Boston, the two arrange hectic, emotion- and sex-filled moments, but the liaisons in the Midwest don’t cut it and a choice must be made. With each of them committed to prestigious jobs on opposite sides of the country, will they let the fire burn out because each is married to the job?
Reviews for Married to the Job say…
· I am not a fan of science so I thought this book would be a little boring since the lead characters were both Scientists. Wow, I was wrong. If you have ever been in [a long distance relationship] you can relate to Miranda's and Russ' dilemma. If you haven't, then you can ask yourself these questions...how far is too far to travel for love & what would you give up to finally be with the person who is the love of your life? Read Married to the Job and find out how far Miranda & Russ will go.
· I was a little leery at first because of the professions and was slightly worried that I wouldn't like it because of that. Boy, I was wrong. I loved this story. I loved how Miranda and Russ had to work through distance and jobs in order to make their relationship work.
· The story is an interesting read on how workaholics manage a long distance relationship. This isn't a typical fluffy romance. Cynthia Racette is very detailed with the main characters jobs and on how the long distance relationship worked. Some might find this boring but I found it fascinating. I really enjoyed this romance. The author's writing style is easy to read. The plot was unique from stories I've read lately. It was nice to read about scientist geeks for a change instead of alpha rich guys. Definitely recommend.
Excerpt:
“I know we just met, but I want to kiss you,” he murmured, his nose in her hair. “There’s a dark corner over there. Come on.”
She shivered at his words, eager to feel his lips on hers. It seemed as if she’d waited forever for that touch even though it had only been a few hours since they met.
He led her across the floor to a dim space around the end of the bar. Pressing her into the corner, he brought his mouth down to hers, gently at first and then with more firmness. His arms closed around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body responded to the pressure of his, contouring itself around his shape. He nibbled on her neck for a few moments and then he brought his lips back to hers, insistently persuading hers to open widely in passion. Soon, they were both plunging their tongues into each other’s mouths, angling their heads for better access, frantic to get as close to each other as they could.
Heavy breathing filled the small space, and it emanated from both sides. This is so not good. She wanted to eat him alive, but they were in a public restaurant, and, if they didn’t restrain themselves soon, people would start to notice. If they hadn’t already. She stepped back, breaking his hold, and hating to lose his warmth, but they she knew they had to stop.
Slowly, as she dragged her lips from his, then leaned her forehead against his chest, she tried to calm her breathing and her heart. His lips touched her hair and then he set his cheek on top of her head. Finally, their breathing almost back to normal, they broke apart and drifted back to their chairs. She glanced around. No one appeared to be looking at them. She didn’t really care what other people thought, but still, she didn’t want to create a spectacle.
“I suppose I should apologize for that,” he said quietly as he pulled his chair in. “Except I’m not sorry about what happened at all.
Bio for Cynthia Racette:
I have been writing most of my life. My husband and I are newly retired, and have moved to a suburb of Buffalo in order to be closer to our children and grandchildren. We really enjoy being near our granddaughters and wee grandson and love them to pieces. If my fingers are not on my laptop keyboard, they are around my wee girls' tiny fingers taking them to the zoo or a local festival.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/married-to-the-job-cynthia-racette/1118058496?ean=2940148221913
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-marriedtothejob-1395507-149.html
March 5, 2014
Vicki-Ann Bush Pays a Visit!
Please welcome Vicki-Ann to our little corner of the interweb! She`s here to chat about her process, and a few great looking books she`s involved with. The floor is all yours, Vicki-Ann!
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First I'd like to start off by thanking V.L. for hosting me as a guest on her wonderful blog. It is always so appreciated to have someone recognize your work and you as an author. I'd also like to invite the readers to check out my Amazon and Barnes and Noble pages as well as my blog Silent Pen (although I doubt I am as interesting as V.L.) and my Facebook author page.
Vicki-Ann Bush Facebook Page
I've been writing since I'm about thirteen and published since 2008. I never sent any work in until I was literally pushed by my daughters. Since then my love for writing has grown and so has my interest. I started with childrens books and now write YA fiction. I almost certainly always have a romance in the story, no matter what the underlining plot and tend to gear toward paranormal although my upcoming new release has no paranormal at all. I write wherever the idea takes me. I don't usually follow an outline, rather it's when and what the characters speak to me that guides me through a story. My ideas come from places that may not inspire everyone, like seeing a phrase, or a group of people at a restaurant or even a mountain. My mind creates what's not there out of something that is.
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
As for what is going on now, things are starting to pick up and really get interesting. I have The Dusk Chronicles, a paranormal love story that is currently available. It was originally released as three novelette e books and when it went to paper back, the publisher, Salt of the Earth Press, opted to combine them into one book. But in May, my historical romance The Garden of Two is slated for release by Front Porch Romance Publishers. I am super excited about this one because although it is being released after The Dusk Chronicles, it is actually the first novel I wrote.
In addition to my books, there is a project that I am over the top thrilled to be a part of. The two anthologies created by Tina Smith, Lacing Shadows and Nightlife. Both are paranormal, however Lacing Shadows is adult and Nightlife is young adult and will contain five short stories. I am writing a YA Paranormal for Nightlife. They are slated to be released later in the year, so please keep an eye out for them. It is going to be very diverse because each short story is written by a different author which means something for everyone.
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First I'd like to start off by thanking V.L. for hosting me as a guest on her wonderful blog. It is always so appreciated to have someone recognize your work and you as an author. I'd also like to invite the readers to check out my Amazon and Barnes and Noble pages as well as my blog Silent Pen (although I doubt I am as interesting as V.L.) and my Facebook author page.
Vicki-Ann Bush Facebook Page
I've been writing since I'm about thirteen and published since 2008. I never sent any work in until I was literally pushed by my daughters. Since then my love for writing has grown and so has my interest. I started with childrens books and now write YA fiction. I almost certainly always have a romance in the story, no matter what the underlining plot and tend to gear toward paranormal although my upcoming new release has no paranormal at all. I write wherever the idea takes me. I don't usually follow an outline, rather it's when and what the characters speak to me that guides me through a story. My ideas come from places that may not inspire everyone, like seeing a phrase, or a group of people at a restaurant or even a mountain. My mind creates what's not there out of something that is.
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
As for what is going on now, things are starting to pick up and really get interesting. I have The Dusk Chronicles, a paranormal love story that is currently available. It was originally released as three novelette e books and when it went to paper back, the publisher, Salt of the Earth Press, opted to combine them into one book. But in May, my historical romance The Garden of Two is slated for release by Front Porch Romance Publishers. I am super excited about this one because although it is being released after The Dusk Chronicles, it is actually the first novel I wrote.
In addition to my books, there is a project that I am over the top thrilled to be a part of. The two anthologies created by Tina Smith, Lacing Shadows and Nightlife. Both are paranormal, however Lacing Shadows is adult and Nightlife is young adult and will contain five short stories. I am writing a YA Paranormal for Nightlife. They are slated to be released later in the year, so please keep an eye out for them. It is going to be very diverse because each short story is written by a different author which means something for everyone.
March 4, 2014
A Visit With Beverly Ovalle
Thoughts from a yodeling goat herder, when I saw the address for Vicki’s blog it was a hmm, this is interesting, kind of moment! I opened it, agog to see what she had done with it. A very nice blog, but I was expecting goats! (I just love goats. At the fair you can always find me at the goat pens!)
My novella, A Saint’s Salvation came to me when I saw my son’s tattoo. All of a sudden, it just clicked. I had an idea and a character, but ‘Saint’ reminded me so much of my son, I couldn’t continue. It was just an ick thing, you know? I put it away, figuring it was done. I wrote the beginning of the book based on his emotions while he was deployed. I had always intended it as a romance but hadn’t planned on it resembling my son. So I just couldn’t continue. And it had served its purpose helping me deal with him being gone. Once he got back, it became just a story and I was able to finish it.
A Saint’s Salvation deals with the unseen issue of war, PTSD and also with a wounded warrior, in this case a female as this is an issue that will be faced as women are now serving in combat roles. I did my best to portray the emotions faced by my characters in these challenging situations.
Dedicated to those that serve, A Saint’s Salvation is my way of honoring them. It doesn’t have any goats in it either, though.
A SAINT’S SALVATIONBy Beverly OvallePublished by Secret Cravings PublishingReleased February 10, 2014
Blurb:Corporal Nicholas 'Saint' Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.
Petty Officer Angelina Jones' life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a 'Dear John' letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.
They each try to find someone to help them forget.
But what does fate have planned for them?
Excerpt:
A shout from Hamilton brought him back to the here and now. “Hey, Saint, do you see any trouble coming?” On guard at the west wall, Nick shook his head. Not that it was much of a wall, a couple of sandbags holding up a makeshift bullet riddled wooden fence, an illusion of safety and security.
“No, it all looks clear.” Well, as clear as normal, Nick thought. The Seabees and the Army Corp of Engineers had done their best to give them a clear line of site, but the rubble of buildings and piles of rock where there used to be a town never seemed to go away. Rebels constantly hid there, randomly firing at their FOB, a forward operating base in Helmand Provence, making it almost impossible to build a more secure perimeter.
Nick could see kids playing in the dirt. In the distance the locals were harvesting the poppy fields. Some of the largest poppy fields in the world were right outside the walls of the FOB. Beautiful when in bloom, they were more pervasive and did more damage than the terrorists.
“Anymore threats?”
“When aren’t there threats?” Every damn day there were threats. “Why, is there a problem?”
“The brass is making noise. When they do something stupid, we end up paying for it.” Hamilton sounded disgusted. As Hamilton spoke, shots were fired over and through the fence, adding more holes to the dilapidated barrier. Nick and Hamilton hit the ground, rolling toward the sandbags to return fire through the cracks. “See what I mean?”
“Yeah it’s been a while since they shot at us, at least a couple of days.” Nick’s sarcasm caused Hamilton to laugh.
“Probably someone is coming to pick up something from the poppy fields and they want to keep us from seeing who.” Hamilton glanced at him. “You doing okay?”
“Gettin’ there. It was just a shock, ya know?”
“Yeah, damn women. The least they could do is be faithful while we’re out here fighting.”
“Yeah, it sucks. I just can’t help thinking it’s my fault.”
“Fuck. How the hell could it be? You weren’t even there. The bitch knew you were gone, were going to be gone.” They fired shots, aiming at the muzzle flash in the distance. More Marines headed their way, sprinting from cover to cover. Perez came running, bringing out ammo and providing more fire power.
Another crack and Perez went down with a cry.
“Fuck! Medic! Man down!” The cry went out, passed through until the call went to the corpsman, while Nick tried to stem the blood flow. Hands pushed his away. Nick looked up. Petty Officer Jones, better known as Doc, had bandages ready.
“Help me roll this on until we can get him out of here.” Her voice sent a ripple through him. Nick had always ignored the attraction he had felt for her. He’d had his girl back home, and fraternization out here could get him thrown in the brig. Not to mention the brig out here was a hell hole.
Nick was leery about approaching Doc now. The Dear John letter had been a shock. He had known Leila for years. Hell, they had been friends since they were little. Her betrayal was unexpected. Nick didn’t even really know Doc. He could trust her with his life, but he wasn’t ready for another go around with his heart, no matter the attraction he felt.
Nick looked toward the fence line, rifle at the ready. Shots were firing sporadically around him. That’s when he saw it, the trail from a grenade launcher, unmistakable. Shit!
Buy Links: http://www.amazon.com/A-Saints-Salvation-Beverly-Ovalle-ebook/dp/B00II8OTU8/ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-saints-salvation-beverly-ovalle/1118637570?ean=2940148157076 https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-asaint039ssalvation-1425306-149.html http://www.bookstrand.com/a-saints-salvation http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=824&zenid=0273b80c166317bb654c8145d5a109c2
Add it to Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20623026-a-saint-s-salvation Book Trailer:
http://youtu.be/yy8xo3zzFCU
Author Bio:
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits to grocery shop in the pantry and to check on the ‘old’ peopleBeverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
Contact Links:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BeverlyOvalleAuthor Tumblr: http://ovalleba.tumblr.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/ovalleba Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ovalleba/ Website: http://ovalleba.wix.com/beverly-ovalleGoodreads at http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6982787.Beverly_Ovalle LinkedIn at http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=236055547&trk=hb_tab_pro_top Book Blogs: http://bookblogs.ning.com/profile/BeverlyOvalle Twitter: https://twitter.com/SSLYblog Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SslySmileSomebodyLovesYou
Blog: http://SSLYblog.wordpress.com
My novella, A Saint’s Salvation came to me when I saw my son’s tattoo. All of a sudden, it just clicked. I had an idea and a character, but ‘Saint’ reminded me so much of my son, I couldn’t continue. It was just an ick thing, you know? I put it away, figuring it was done. I wrote the beginning of the book based on his emotions while he was deployed. I had always intended it as a romance but hadn’t planned on it resembling my son. So I just couldn’t continue. And it had served its purpose helping me deal with him being gone. Once he got back, it became just a story and I was able to finish it.
A Saint’s Salvation deals with the unseen issue of war, PTSD and also with a wounded warrior, in this case a female as this is an issue that will be faced as women are now serving in combat roles. I did my best to portray the emotions faced by my characters in these challenging situations.
Dedicated to those that serve, A Saint’s Salvation is my way of honoring them. It doesn’t have any goats in it either, though.
A SAINT’S SALVATIONBy Beverly OvallePublished by Secret Cravings PublishingReleased February 10, 2014
Blurb:Corporal Nicholas 'Saint' Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.
Petty Officer Angelina Jones' life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a 'Dear John' letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.
They each try to find someone to help them forget.
But what does fate have planned for them?
Excerpt:
A shout from Hamilton brought him back to the here and now. “Hey, Saint, do you see any trouble coming?” On guard at the west wall, Nick shook his head. Not that it was much of a wall, a couple of sandbags holding up a makeshift bullet riddled wooden fence, an illusion of safety and security.
“No, it all looks clear.” Well, as clear as normal, Nick thought. The Seabees and the Army Corp of Engineers had done their best to give them a clear line of site, but the rubble of buildings and piles of rock where there used to be a town never seemed to go away. Rebels constantly hid there, randomly firing at their FOB, a forward operating base in Helmand Provence, making it almost impossible to build a more secure perimeter.
Nick could see kids playing in the dirt. In the distance the locals were harvesting the poppy fields. Some of the largest poppy fields in the world were right outside the walls of the FOB. Beautiful when in bloom, they were more pervasive and did more damage than the terrorists.
“Anymore threats?”
“When aren’t there threats?” Every damn day there were threats. “Why, is there a problem?”
“The brass is making noise. When they do something stupid, we end up paying for it.” Hamilton sounded disgusted. As Hamilton spoke, shots were fired over and through the fence, adding more holes to the dilapidated barrier. Nick and Hamilton hit the ground, rolling toward the sandbags to return fire through the cracks. “See what I mean?”
“Yeah it’s been a while since they shot at us, at least a couple of days.” Nick’s sarcasm caused Hamilton to laugh.
“Probably someone is coming to pick up something from the poppy fields and they want to keep us from seeing who.” Hamilton glanced at him. “You doing okay?”
“Gettin’ there. It was just a shock, ya know?”
“Yeah, damn women. The least they could do is be faithful while we’re out here fighting.”
“Yeah, it sucks. I just can’t help thinking it’s my fault.”
“Fuck. How the hell could it be? You weren’t even there. The bitch knew you were gone, were going to be gone.” They fired shots, aiming at the muzzle flash in the distance. More Marines headed their way, sprinting from cover to cover. Perez came running, bringing out ammo and providing more fire power.
Another crack and Perez went down with a cry.
“Fuck! Medic! Man down!” The cry went out, passed through until the call went to the corpsman, while Nick tried to stem the blood flow. Hands pushed his away. Nick looked up. Petty Officer Jones, better known as Doc, had bandages ready.
“Help me roll this on until we can get him out of here.” Her voice sent a ripple through him. Nick had always ignored the attraction he had felt for her. He’d had his girl back home, and fraternization out here could get him thrown in the brig. Not to mention the brig out here was a hell hole.
Nick was leery about approaching Doc now. The Dear John letter had been a shock. He had known Leila for years. Hell, they had been friends since they were little. Her betrayal was unexpected. Nick didn’t even really know Doc. He could trust her with his life, but he wasn’t ready for another go around with his heart, no matter the attraction he felt.
Nick looked toward the fence line, rifle at the ready. Shots were firing sporadically around him. That’s when he saw it, the trail from a grenade launcher, unmistakable. Shit!
Buy Links: http://www.amazon.com/A-Saints-Salvation-Beverly-Ovalle-ebook/dp/B00II8OTU8/ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-saints-salvation-beverly-ovalle/1118637570?ean=2940148157076 https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-asaint039ssalvation-1425306-149.html http://www.bookstrand.com/a-saints-salvation http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=824&zenid=0273b80c166317bb654c8145d5a109c2
Add it to Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20623026-a-saint-s-salvation Book Trailer:
http://youtu.be/yy8xo3zzFCU
Author Bio:
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits to grocery shop in the pantry and to check on the ‘old’ peopleBeverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
Contact Links:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BeverlyOvalleAuthor Tumblr: http://ovalleba.tumblr.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/ovalleba Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ovalleba/ Website: http://ovalleba.wix.com/beverly-ovalleGoodreads at http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6982787.Beverly_Ovalle LinkedIn at http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=236055547&trk=hb_tab_pro_top Book Blogs: http://bookblogs.ning.com/profile/BeverlyOvalle Twitter: https://twitter.com/SSLYblog Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SslySmileSomebodyLovesYou
Blog: http://SSLYblog.wordpress.com
March 3, 2014
Tuesday Tales - Pale
Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week I`ll be sharing excerpts from my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel, Laco Law – The Gnarled Oak. Laco Law is an M/M historical western romance, set in the fictional county of Laco, Texas in 1867.
This week our word prompt 'Pale'. In our excerpt this week, I thought I would pick up right after the railway clerk got so uppity to our sheriff with the line of-"“I`m afraid not. The cost of a ticket to Galveston for you would be ten dollars and forty-six cents. We do not allow Indians, Negroes, or those of the Oriental persuasion to ride upon any Price Railway train.”
A note for my readers: This is a gay romance novel, and so the romance that occurs is man on man. If this is not your cup of tea, no one will think less of you if you read no further.
As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes 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!
“Ten dollars,” I whispered, stunned by the exorbitant price. “Is it routine to charge lawmen to ride upon your rails when they are in the midst of a criminal investigation?”
He drew up quickly at that query. His tongue darted out to dampen his lips. Obviously he was not prepared for such a question.
“I would have to send a telegram to our main office in Galveston to inquire about such a thing.”
I gave him my warmest smile. “Much obliged. I`ll be resting outside with my deputy.”
With that I exited the depot without a look back at the clerk. My deputy sat hunched in a ball of discomfort upon the high-backed wooden bench. I sat down beside him gently. All a soul could see of Zeke was a cloud of black ringlets, a leather hat, and a set of shoulders as wide as most men were tall. His face was obscured by his hair. I leaned back, placing my ankle to my knee. The street was rather quiet as dinner time settled over the thriving community. Small towns like Carson Butte, and Laco, were growing exponentially thanks to the railroads. Each mile of track brought people closer to each other. I was not sure if that was a good thing or not. Dog looked from me to his master.
“What did they say?” Zeke asked after a moment passed. I was studying the mercantile across the street.
“They said they would check on a discount price for lawmen.”
“Did you know that the hotel over there has a bathhouse? I would sell my left ball for a hot bath in Epsom salts.”
“We`ll see what we can do." The door to the depot opened. Zeke and I turned our heads to look at the wiry clerk. He was thin as a whip, nervous as a hen in a fox den, and pale as a new snow. He cleared his throat twice before he could speak. I suspected he found my deputy mildly disconcerting.
“The telegraph from Galveston says that Price Railroad stands behind law and order. Here are your tokens.” He dropped two tin circlets into my open palm. “The train arrives sometime after noon.”
He scurried inside, the door closing sharply in our faces. I lifted the hammered tin token closer to my nose. A chuckle broke free as I read the stamped words on the metal. Not wishing to be too generous, the main office in Galveston had authorized two livestock tokens to be issued to my deputy and myself.
“Should I go tell him that we need two more for our horses now, or wait until the morning?” I handed our free passes to Zeke. He scanned them quickly through his hair. I suspected he had left it down to purposely intimidate the skittish folks of Carson Butte. It was working.
“I`ll come tell him in the morning. Right now, I`m getting a bath,” he said, pushing to his feet with a mild moan.
“I`ll see about the horses and a room for us,” I said to his departing back. He raised a big hand in response. I fingered the tokens for a few moments, until I saw Zeke leaving the bathhouse minus a bath. Exhaling loudly I pushed to my boots to see about finding a stable for the horses and a bed for us.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
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This week our word prompt 'Pale'. In our excerpt this week, I thought I would pick up right after the railway clerk got so uppity to our sheriff with the line of-"“I`m afraid not. The cost of a ticket to Galveston for you would be ten dollars and forty-six cents. We do not allow Indians, Negroes, or those of the Oriental persuasion to ride upon any Price Railway train.”
A note for my readers: This is a gay romance novel, and so the romance that occurs is man on man. If this is not your cup of tea, no one will think less of you if you read no further.
As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes 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!
“Ten dollars,” I whispered, stunned by the exorbitant price. “Is it routine to charge lawmen to ride upon your rails when they are in the midst of a criminal investigation?”
He drew up quickly at that query. His tongue darted out to dampen his lips. Obviously he was not prepared for such a question.
“I would have to send a telegram to our main office in Galveston to inquire about such a thing.”
I gave him my warmest smile. “Much obliged. I`ll be resting outside with my deputy.”
With that I exited the depot without a look back at the clerk. My deputy sat hunched in a ball of discomfort upon the high-backed wooden bench. I sat down beside him gently. All a soul could see of Zeke was a cloud of black ringlets, a leather hat, and a set of shoulders as wide as most men were tall. His face was obscured by his hair. I leaned back, placing my ankle to my knee. The street was rather quiet as dinner time settled over the thriving community. Small towns like Carson Butte, and Laco, were growing exponentially thanks to the railroads. Each mile of track brought people closer to each other. I was not sure if that was a good thing or not. Dog looked from me to his master.
“What did they say?” Zeke asked after a moment passed. I was studying the mercantile across the street.
“They said they would check on a discount price for lawmen.”
“Did you know that the hotel over there has a bathhouse? I would sell my left ball for a hot bath in Epsom salts.”
“We`ll see what we can do." The door to the depot opened. Zeke and I turned our heads to look at the wiry clerk. He was thin as a whip, nervous as a hen in a fox den, and pale as a new snow. He cleared his throat twice before he could speak. I suspected he found my deputy mildly disconcerting.
“The telegraph from Galveston says that Price Railroad stands behind law and order. Here are your tokens.” He dropped two tin circlets into my open palm. “The train arrives sometime after noon.”
He scurried inside, the door closing sharply in our faces. I lifted the hammered tin token closer to my nose. A chuckle broke free as I read the stamped words on the metal. Not wishing to be too generous, the main office in Galveston had authorized two livestock tokens to be issued to my deputy and myself.
“Should I go tell him that we need two more for our horses now, or wait until the morning?” I handed our free passes to Zeke. He scanned them quickly through his hair. I suspected he had left it down to purposely intimidate the skittish folks of Carson Butte. It was working.
“I`ll come tell him in the morning. Right now, I`m getting a bath,” he said, pushing to his feet with a mild moan.
“I`ll see about the horses and a room for us,” I said to his departing back. He raised a big hand in response. I fingered the tokens for a few moments, until I saw Zeke leaving the bathhouse minus a bath. Exhaling loudly I pushed to my boots to see about finding a stable for the horses and a bed for us.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
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February 28, 2014
One Day a Babe, The Next a Woman
Today is my daughter`s 18th birthday. You would think that being an author, I could sit down and create a powerful, moving tribute to my only child. I can`t seem to keep my eyes dry enough to create anything readable. So, I searched the internet until I found a poem that expresses some of what I`m feeling on this special day.
Childhood Doesn't Wait
I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.
The youngest one was whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on to me," she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...
"The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won't ask for you to hold them
or won't freely give a hug.
"The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.
"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've know.
"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...
"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
`cause there's no time to talk
"Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear.
Author Unknown
Happy Birthday, Honey. Your father and I are so proud of the intelligent, beautiful, loving, funny, loyal young woman that you have become. May life bring you many treasures and adventures as you step into the world to discover your path.
Love,
Mom & Dad
Childhood Doesn't Wait
I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.
The youngest one was whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on to me," she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...
"The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won't ask for you to hold them
or won't freely give a hug.
"The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.
"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've know.
"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...
"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
`cause there's no time to talk
"Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear.
Author Unknown
Happy Birthday, Honey. Your father and I are so proud of the intelligent, beautiful, loving, funny, loyal young woman that you have become. May life bring you many treasures and adventures as you step into the world to discover your path.
Love,
Mom & Dad
February 26, 2014
Thunderstorms and Tiaras - A Few Thoughts on Reviews
Did you ever wonder what kind of dark cloud some people must live under?
Let me clarify. The other day a dear friend of mine, who happens to be one hell of a well respected romance author, got a one star review for one of her books. Now this in and of itself is nothing new. As writers we all get the nasty review from time to time. I`ve had folks condemn me for using big words, like timorously. I`ve also had folks tell me to purchase a thesaurus.
It is a bitter pill to swallow, but over time you start to realize that you cannot please every reader. But this review of my friend`s book just felt different to me. So I took a few minutes to check out the other reviews that this reader had left on Amazon. Now here is where I begin to wonder what fickle finger of fate this poor, poor person has jabbing them in the spine all day long.
In going through this reader`s review history, it came up that she/he had the misfortune to rent a movie that was so appalling she/he couldn`t watch it, so he/she gave it a one star rating. As if that funky movie wasn`t bad enough, then the poor soul read five or six books that were so ghastly, miserable, terrible, and plain old rotten that they, as well, had to be given one star ratings.
Wow. Talk about a tragic life. I personally can count the books that I`ve read that I would call one star reads on one hand. No. Let me narrow that down. One finger. This sad wretch has read five or six in rapid succession. Tragic. Simply tragic.
Yes, I`m being a tiny bit sarcastic about this, but it`s an interesting situation, don`t you think? It made me wonder why some people hand out one star reviews like I do Halloween candy every October 31st. I`m not saying that a book shouldn`t be given a bad review if the reader feels that it`s a stinker of a book. What I`m stymied about is the growing number of readers/reviewers that consistently use the anonymity of the internet to slam authors.
Of course, this review mess goes both ways. Over the past week I have seen authors breaking my number one review rule, and not in a shy fashion either. My rule for reviews was passed along to me by a media coach. You want to know my #1 review rule?
Never interact with a reviewer. Ever. In any way. Ever. Never. Ever. Never. For any reason. Never.
You want to know why this is such an important rule? Because if you get into a fight with a reviewer it will be you, the author, who ends up looking bad. So guys and gals, stop. Stop it now. Stop engaging people online who say your book is doody. Stop posting images of trolls on social media sites then linking back to the negative review. Stop directing your fans to get into spats with reviewers. Stop. Stop. Please stop. You are never going to come out looking good. Even to other authors who can sympathize with how much it hurts to be called talentless, you are going to look bad. Stop engaging reviewers. Just stop. Or, for you hip young authors out there, stahp.
Let them have their say. It is, after all, their opinion. They are entitled to it. Let them voice their thoughts. We, as authors, need to stop letting those anonymous haters make us look like buffoons. We need to lift our chins up, dab the venom off our cheeks, and return to our keyboards. My mother used to tell me that a lady never lowered herself to the level of the person being mean. That also applies to being a gentleman for our male writers. Audrey Hepburn, folks. When you want to throw muck back at that faceless reviewer, simply think of Audrey Hepburn.
Style. Class. Sophistication. Grace. Those attributes will get you far. They will set you high and above the small people who can only enjoy things when they are tearing them apart.
Hold up that head as if a dictionary sits upon it. I myself will be using a thesaurus since someone out there seems to think I need one. Spines straight? Good.
Now, let`s show the world how damned classy we are.
Let me clarify. The other day a dear friend of mine, who happens to be one hell of a well respected romance author, got a one star review for one of her books. Now this in and of itself is nothing new. As writers we all get the nasty review from time to time. I`ve had folks condemn me for using big words, like timorously. I`ve also had folks tell me to purchase a thesaurus.
It is a bitter pill to swallow, but over time you start to realize that you cannot please every reader. But this review of my friend`s book just felt different to me. So I took a few minutes to check out the other reviews that this reader had left on Amazon. Now here is where I begin to wonder what fickle finger of fate this poor, poor person has jabbing them in the spine all day long.
In going through this reader`s review history, it came up that she/he had the misfortune to rent a movie that was so appalling she/he couldn`t watch it, so he/she gave it a one star rating. As if that funky movie wasn`t bad enough, then the poor soul read five or six books that were so ghastly, miserable, terrible, and plain old rotten that they, as well, had to be given one star ratings.
Wow. Talk about a tragic life. I personally can count the books that I`ve read that I would call one star reads on one hand. No. Let me narrow that down. One finger. This sad wretch has read five or six in rapid succession. Tragic. Simply tragic.
Yes, I`m being a tiny bit sarcastic about this, but it`s an interesting situation, don`t you think? It made me wonder why some people hand out one star reviews like I do Halloween candy every October 31st. I`m not saying that a book shouldn`t be given a bad review if the reader feels that it`s a stinker of a book. What I`m stymied about is the growing number of readers/reviewers that consistently use the anonymity of the internet to slam authors.
Of course, this review mess goes both ways. Over the past week I have seen authors breaking my number one review rule, and not in a shy fashion either. My rule for reviews was passed along to me by a media coach. You want to know my #1 review rule?
Never interact with a reviewer. Ever. In any way. Ever. Never. Ever. Never. For any reason. Never.
You want to know why this is such an important rule? Because if you get into a fight with a reviewer it will be you, the author, who ends up looking bad. So guys and gals, stop. Stop it now. Stop engaging people online who say your book is doody. Stop posting images of trolls on social media sites then linking back to the negative review. Stop directing your fans to get into spats with reviewers. Stop. Stop. Please stop. You are never going to come out looking good. Even to other authors who can sympathize with how much it hurts to be called talentless, you are going to look bad. Stop engaging reviewers. Just stop. Or, for you hip young authors out there, stahp.
Let them have their say. It is, after all, their opinion. They are entitled to it. Let them voice their thoughts. We, as authors, need to stop letting those anonymous haters make us look like buffoons. We need to lift our chins up, dab the venom off our cheeks, and return to our keyboards. My mother used to tell me that a lady never lowered herself to the level of the person being mean. That also applies to being a gentleman for our male writers. Audrey Hepburn, folks. When you want to throw muck back at that faceless reviewer, simply think of Audrey Hepburn.
Style. Class. Sophistication. Grace. Those attributes will get you far. They will set you high and above the small people who can only enjoy things when they are tearing them apart.
Hold up that head as if a dictionary sits upon it. I myself will be using a thesaurus since someone out there seems to think I need one. Spines straight? Good.
Now, let`s show the world how damned classy we are.
February 24, 2014
Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt
Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again.This week I`ll be sharing excerpts from my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel, Laco Law – The Gnarled Oak. Laco Lawis an M/M historical western romance, set in the fictional county of Laco, Texas in 1867.
We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under. In this snippet we find Clay and Zeke in Carson Butte after deciding to grab the train to save time.
A note for my readers: This is a gay romance novel, and so the romance that occurs is man on man. If this is not your cup of tea, no one will think less of you if you read no further.
As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes 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!
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!
When we entered Carson Butte at dusk, my deputy whispered a breathy painful prayer to one of his gods. Riding slowly towards the train station, my attention grew keen despite fourteen hours in the saddle. The distrustful glowers aimed at my deputy were hard to miss. When we dismounted outside a freshly painted depot Zeke threw his gelding`s reins to me then limped for a bench under the train station`s porch. The depot was built in a fashion that reminded me of the library in Baton Rouge. We had been inside the library once. My sister spoke of it until she went into His Glory.
I wrapped both sets of reins around the hitching post, patted my deputy on the shoulder, then entered the Carson Butte Railway Depot. A small man with a hooked nose, dark eyes, little hair, and shoulders that threatened to swallow his head stared out at me from behind a barred window.
“Evening,” I called, my boot heels striking the recently mopped floorboards. “When is the next train from Galveston due to arrive?” I inquired, removing my hat. He looked me over, his beady eyes lingering on the sheriff’s star resting over my heart.
“Tomorrow. Dare I ask if that man you rode in with is a criminal?”
“No, Sir, he is not. That is my deputy,” I told him as I withdrew two of the newly printed national one dollar bills. The bill was rather exuberant in comparison to the bills that had previously been used by private banks. “Will this cover the price of two tickets to Galveston?” “I`m afraid not. The cost of a ticket to Galveston for you would be ten dollars and forty-six cents. We do not allow Indians, Negroes, or those of the Oriental persuasion to ride upon any Price Railway train.”
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
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We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under. In this snippet we find Clay and Zeke in Carson Butte after deciding to grab the train to save time.
A note for my readers: This is a gay romance novel, and so the romance that occurs is man on man. If this is not your cup of tea, no one will think less of you if you read no further.
As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes 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!
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!
When we entered Carson Butte at dusk, my deputy whispered a breathy painful prayer to one of his gods. Riding slowly towards the train station, my attention grew keen despite fourteen hours in the saddle. The distrustful glowers aimed at my deputy were hard to miss. When we dismounted outside a freshly painted depot Zeke threw his gelding`s reins to me then limped for a bench under the train station`s porch. The depot was built in a fashion that reminded me of the library in Baton Rouge. We had been inside the library once. My sister spoke of it until she went into His Glory.
I wrapped both sets of reins around the hitching post, patted my deputy on the shoulder, then entered the Carson Butte Railway Depot. A small man with a hooked nose, dark eyes, little hair, and shoulders that threatened to swallow his head stared out at me from behind a barred window.
“Evening,” I called, my boot heels striking the recently mopped floorboards. “When is the next train from Galveston due to arrive?” I inquired, removing my hat. He looked me over, his beady eyes lingering on the sheriff’s star resting over my heart.
“Tomorrow. Dare I ask if that man you rode in with is a criminal?”
“No, Sir, he is not. That is my deputy,” I told him as I withdrew two of the newly printed national one dollar bills. The bill was rather exuberant in comparison to the bills that had previously been used by private banks. “Will this cover the price of two tickets to Galveston?” “I`m afraid not. The cost of a ticket to Galveston for you would be ten dollars and forty-six cents. We do not allow Indians, Negroes, or those of the Oriental persuasion to ride upon any Price Railway train.”
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
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February 23, 2014
Lynn Townsend Rolls In for a Visit!
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I just have to say that I`m beyond excited to be able to sit down with Beau, Lynn Townsend`s character from her new M/M romance, Roll. I hope I can pull some good responses from him with the thought-provoking questions I`ve cooked up. Or, he can just roll his eyes at me as my own character`s generally do during these things. Either way, I`m down with it. So let`s get jiggy with it. Here are my questions for tall, blond, and adorable:
1-What are you majoring in?
Ain't really much decided what I'm majoring in. My advisor, and let me tell you, advice ain't exactly what he was providing, read directly from the college manual that I don't have to declare a major until first semester of my junior year. That being said, I reckon I'm gonna major in something dull, but hopefully has the prospects of getting me a job later. My brother's inheriting the farm, and even if that weren't the case, I ain't really wanting to go back to Tennessee after school. Business major, or econ, maybe. I've been getting good grades in econ.
2-Can you tell us anything about Vin?
I never met nobody quite like him before. You know, he's like really rich. Like, movie-star rich. The man's got a chauffeur! 'Course I understand from talking around that it's partially because he's one screw-up past losing his driver's license. Ann-Marie told me about it; he's wrecked a couple of cars, and gotten some reckless driving cites.
He's kinda a slob, I've been over to his place a few times, and it's the sort of room that'd make my Momma have a heart-attack.
And he's real pushy. Wants everything his own way. I don't think anybody's ever really told him “no” before. But you know, he's so sweet, and kinda puppyish. It's hard to want to tell him no. It's not like he wants stuff that you don't want to give him, anyway; go to dinner, hang out, ride on sleds. Did I tell you that? He just randomly bought about two dozen of those sleds one day, when we got like a foot and a half of snow, and he gave 'em away to everyone who asked.
Oh, and did you know that he's an artist? He's kinda weird about it, don't really draw attention to himself about it, but if you pick up one of his school books – here, check this out. Look there, at the bottom of the chapter. He did that whole tapestry, copied off the cover of his Chaucer book, in highlighter? I mean, is that crazy or what?
3-Since you attend college and are out, have you had any confrontations or other homophobic confrontations on campus?
Yeah... it was what you might call an irrational load of bad luck. I went over to the caf with Vin that first night we met and we had a little dust up with Vin's ex-roommate.
4-How did you handle the confrontation if it occurred?
Stupidly. I tried to get us out of the situation, but Chris caught up to us. Lucky us, he'd gotten separated from his group of thugs, and I put him down. Hard.
I learned that in high school, really. Since everyone involved in a fight's gonna get in trouble, I may as well get my licks in while I can. But it was dumb. I'm already in trouble 'bout fighting, from back home. I'm just hoping he don't say nothing official about it. If I get in trouble with the cops around here, I could get expelled.5-Weekends. How do you spend them?
Hanging out with my crew. That's what my roommate, Josh, calls 'em. Ann-Marie and her girlfriend, Shan, and Vin, and Jody – she's the veep of the club. And sometimes Hector, although he graduated last year, but he still hangs with us, sometimes. A few weeks ago, me and Vin and Shan and Ann-Marie were playing joust in the courtyard. Me and Ann-Marie were the mounts – 'cause we're tallest – Shan and Vin sat on our shoulders and we beat the ever-lovin' tar out of each other with Nerf Swords.
6-Any sport that you`re a fan of?
I did wrestlin' in high school, but I decided not to try for the team at college. Didn't want meets to cut into my study time. I ain't exactly the brainest person out there, an' this is the only chance I really got to get out of Tennessee for good. Watch football some, but our college team blows. My Momma wanted me to go to school in state, so I got some Tennessee Vols gear, and me and my brother used to go watch the Lady Vols play basketball...
7-Favorite poet and poem?
You're kidding, right? Bad enough being gay and in the closet and havin' to fight every time someone slurs my name, but you think I read poetry? Do I look like I was aimin' to be brawling every weekend? In the closet in west Tennessee means manly shit, like sports teams and cute girlfriends and big-ass pickup trucks.
That bein' said and all, I remember a poem we read in class once, Traveling Through the Dark, by William Stafford, about a dead, pregnant deer on the side of the road.
“I thought hard for us all – my only swerving –Then pushed her over the edge into the river.”
8-Do you see yourself as more Tony Stark or Steve Rogers?
Neither, really. I ain't rich, that'd be Vin all over the place. And Captain America, he's all Black vs White, good and bad, clear cut morality. That ain't me. I'm Hawkeye. I can get the job done, and I don't need recognition for it.
9 - Is Uncle Jeff the volunteer fireman Cousin Kate's dad? And if so, did she get into acting just to escape the lectures?
Yeah, Jeff's my mom's older brother. Kate's the youngest of two girls. But she's still quite a bit older than me. You know, her last name's not Belz. When we were growing up, she was plain old Katie Purcell. I say we grew up together, but that's not exactly it. She was ten when I was born, and she made extra pocket money by babysitting. But we got on pretty well, anyway. She was never what you woulda called 'mature.' I remember this one time, when she was in love with this hot guy at her high school – and let me tell you, Rob Jordan was HOT, even I knew that. I was eight, she was a senior. Anyway, we climbed up under the 78 bridge that goes over the Obion and crossed hand-over-hand under the bridge. I'm eight, remember this fact, and the river's a good twenty-thirty feet drop below us. There's not like a safety rail or anything. We're crossing the river on these I-shaped metal beams under a highway! Just so she can spray-paint their names in a heart in the exact middle. I don't think Momma ever found out about that one. She'd have died! Or killed Kate.But that's the thing you gotta understand about Kate. I never seen anything like fear in her eyes. I don't think it even occurred to her that we might get killed, doing what we was doing. She's like the exact opposite of Uncle Jeff, who's always “Safety First.” I understand she's a nightmare for her studio. Wants to do her own stunts. I think she became an actress because she's crazy for life.
10 - Why did you pick the specific school you did?
You want the real answer, or the lie?Yeah, the lie that I told my mom is that we've got a good econ program there, and that's true enough. I mean, it's not a lie-lie. But it's not why I went there. I... you know you have to drive to Memphis, wait around for an hour at least, get on a plane, and fly two hours to O’Hare and then take the train into campus? It's ten hours by train, or most of the day in the car. And no one I knew was going north for college. The valedictorian went to Vanderbilt, a few people went to TennTech... and a hell of a lot of people to STCC.I just wanted to get away. Far enough that rumors wouldn't get back to my folks.
11 - Before the events of Roll, what was your general plan for after college?
Back in high school, you know, I was on the wrestling team. And tryin' to get good grades so that I could get into a good school. And dealin' with DeeDee, my girlfriend. And chores at the farm. D'you know what that does? It means every minute of every day was planned out. I watched what I ate, I worked out, I hit the mats with my sensei. In the days before a meet, I'd carry a paper cup around with me and spit in it all day to try and dehydrate enough to drop a half pound and stay in my weight class. An' I got into fights, whenever someone made a slur on me. For a while, I kept my hair buzz-cut because those curls, people would say stupid shit, and I was so scared of anyone findin' out what I was, I tended to hit first, with real little provocation. Plans? No, I didn't make plans. I didn't want plans. I wanted to just... be.
Blurb:
A farm boy from Tennessee, Beau Watkins spent high school living the dream: the cute girl, the popular, jock lifestyle, a loving family. As a freshman at an out-of-state college, he's determined to find out who he really is behind the Fake It 'Til You Make It attitude. He joins Rainbow Connection, the gay student alliance, hoping to find himself. Instead, he finds Vin Reyes. Raised by his grandparents and heir to a prosperous company, Vin has been out of the closet since he figured out what that meant. He has it all: fashionable clothing, fancy cars, huge houses, a real party lifestyle, and even a bodyguard. Most of all, he has a secret.
Uncomfortable with Vin's generosity, Beau fights his growing attraction for the president of Rainbow Connection, chasing instead a series of shallow affairs. Vin's never been denied anything that he wants, though, and now he wants Beau. But it's not until an old rival puts Beau in the hospital that Vin realizes that Beau means more to him than a simple love affair. Can the two of them bridge the gap between their worlds and roll with the all the punches life will throw at them?
February 21, 2014
Doing What We Can Do
While keeping it simple. The simple fact is that sports for kids rules. Sports for girls reallyrules! As I was beginning to lay out the plot for Pink Pucks & Power Plays, I knew I wanted to touch on an important subject. Sure, I love a spicy romance with a sassy woman falling for a hot hockey player, but I wanted a bit more. Something socially important that each leading lady and man in every Wildcats book would contend with.
I decided to have my leading man in this first book meet his lady love while coaching a youth league during his summer off. Many pro athletes do this, and I cannot think of a better way for a star to pay it back. The time these players spend with our youth is paid back in healthy children with vibrant intelligence as well as a good outlook on life. A role model is not just a billionaire who catches the winning touchdown, or scores the winning goal. A role model spends their own time teaching by example.
Now that I knew Alain would be coaching, I wanted to have him be faced with coaching girls. So I gave him and Viviana both a lively team of cherubs to keep them on their toes, as well as to teach a fine lesson about stereotypical roles that are still hiding in the corners. While it`s true some of the parents of my fictional girls are not overly thrilled about their daughters playing hockey at first, they soon come around. Yes, hockey is a rough and tumble sport. But the benefits of being a part of a team in a sport that is still predominately male will build strong women. I am happy to report that over the years, the rate of females in hockey is climbing. Just look at how popular the women`s ice hockey tournaments in Sochi were.
It`s a well-known fact that being involved in sports is a beneficial thing for children. We`re all aware of what athletics does for our young men, but are you aware of the good things that come from our young women being part of the athletic community? Sports teaches girls commitment, respect for others, how to concentrate under stress, how to make and achieve goals, respect for others, and how to accept responsibility. There has been extensive research done on other aspects of girls being involved in sports, and the benefits are staggering. The health benefits of course are impressive. Girls in athletics report fewer chronic illnesses, have better body esteem, report less tobacco and alcohol use, have healthier menstruation, and build stronger bones, thusly reducing the risk of osteoporosis later in life.
There are tons more good things about getting your little girl into a sport to report! Playing sports helps girls do better in school, they perform better in math and science, and have a lower dropout rate. It seems girls in sports have a better social life as well. They also have more involvement in their community. Just like male athletes, female athletes are more popular in school, as sports helps open the doors of the social ladders of high school. It`s pretty obvious how important sports can be for a young woman. From higher self-esteem to lower rates of depression and/or suicide, participating in sports is a plus for all girls. It`s a win-win for all involved!
So, to do my part to play it forward just as Alain and Viviana did, I will donate one dollar for every comment left today to the Elmira Jackals Youth Hockey league. You can check out their website below. This is our local ECHL (East Coast Hockey League) team who do a great deal for the community. Take a few minutes to enjoy the photo albums while you`re there. Those kids are beyond cute! I would love to see others step up and say that they`ll match me trying to raise some cash for some girls who just may turn into the next Jessie Vetter, Gigi Marvin, or Julie Chu. You never know what the future holds when a little girl laces up those skates for the first time.
Elmira Jackals Youth Hockey
I decided to have my leading man in this first book meet his lady love while coaching a youth league during his summer off. Many pro athletes do this, and I cannot think of a better way for a star to pay it back. The time these players spend with our youth is paid back in healthy children with vibrant intelligence as well as a good outlook on life. A role model is not just a billionaire who catches the winning touchdown, or scores the winning goal. A role model spends their own time teaching by example.
Now that I knew Alain would be coaching, I wanted to have him be faced with coaching girls. So I gave him and Viviana both a lively team of cherubs to keep them on their toes, as well as to teach a fine lesson about stereotypical roles that are still hiding in the corners. While it`s true some of the parents of my fictional girls are not overly thrilled about their daughters playing hockey at first, they soon come around. Yes, hockey is a rough and tumble sport. But the benefits of being a part of a team in a sport that is still predominately male will build strong women. I am happy to report that over the years, the rate of females in hockey is climbing. Just look at how popular the women`s ice hockey tournaments in Sochi were.
It`s a well-known fact that being involved in sports is a beneficial thing for children. We`re all aware of what athletics does for our young men, but are you aware of the good things that come from our young women being part of the athletic community? Sports teaches girls commitment, respect for others, how to concentrate under stress, how to make and achieve goals, respect for others, and how to accept responsibility. There has been extensive research done on other aspects of girls being involved in sports, and the benefits are staggering. The health benefits of course are impressive. Girls in athletics report fewer chronic illnesses, have better body esteem, report less tobacco and alcohol use, have healthier menstruation, and build stronger bones, thusly reducing the risk of osteoporosis later in life.
There are tons more good things about getting your little girl into a sport to report! Playing sports helps girls do better in school, they perform better in math and science, and have a lower dropout rate. It seems girls in sports have a better social life as well. They also have more involvement in their community. Just like male athletes, female athletes are more popular in school, as sports helps open the doors of the social ladders of high school. It`s pretty obvious how important sports can be for a young woman. From higher self-esteem to lower rates of depression and/or suicide, participating in sports is a plus for all girls. It`s a win-win for all involved!
So, to do my part to play it forward just as Alain and Viviana did, I will donate one dollar for every comment left today to the Elmira Jackals Youth Hockey league. You can check out their website below. This is our local ECHL (East Coast Hockey League) team who do a great deal for the community. Take a few minutes to enjoy the photo albums while you`re there. Those kids are beyond cute! I would love to see others step up and say that they`ll match me trying to raise some cash for some girls who just may turn into the next Jessie Vetter, Gigi Marvin, or Julie Chu. You never know what the future holds when a little girl laces up those skates for the first time.
Elmira Jackals Youth Hockey
February 19, 2014
Laurie White Pays a Visit! Book Giveaway!
Please welcome the talented author, Laurie White, to our little corner of the interweb! Laurie is here to chat about her newest release from Secret Cravings Publishing.
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COP HEROES
I love writing cop heroes. Each of my three published novels feature either a cop or ex-cop hero. I've been through two different citizen police academies (in different cities), and have loads of admiration for law enforcement, firefighters, and the military. They help keep us safe. Besides there just being something about a man in uniform, a cop is a natural hero (or heroine) for a romantic suspense novel: strong, honorable, brave. Detective Matt Romero, the hero in my new release, WITHOUT A TRACE, is such a cop. He is tormented by the past yet driven to protect others because of it -- especially journalist Rachel Bennett. That presents a problem when Rachel's sister vanishes and Rachel is determined to investigate despite the personal risk.
BLURB:
Magazine journalist Rachel Bennett has a reputation for getting to the heart of a story. However, when her sister disappears and is suspected of embezzling from her employer, the story has suddenly become personal. The last thing Rachel wants right now is the distraction of Matt Romero, the detective assigned to the case. She has no desire for involvement with this rough-and-tumble cop...or so she thinks.
Matt accepts the risk that goes with his job. Two years ago, his wife was murdered, a tragedy he blames himself for. He's vowed to protect his family and friends because he doesn't want to go through the pain of loss again. However, the lovely journalist soon begins breaking through the icy wall around his heart.
As Rachel and Matt search for answers in order to find her sister, they uncover a corruption that puts them both in danger – and a passion that puts both their hearts at risk.
ABOUT LAURIE:
Laurie White is the author of two romantic suspense novels published by Sweet Cravings Publishing. Her latest novel, WITHOUT A TRACE, was released January 30, 2014 by Secret Cravings Publishing. Laurie is a member of Romance Writers of America and Georgia Romance Writers. Aside from writing, she enjoys reading, spending time with family, traveling, and watching movies. She is the proud mama of four adorable cats and lives in the hills of Tennessee.
PUBLISHED NOVELS:
WITHOUT A TRACE - January 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing
TWIST OF FATE - February 2013 from Sweet Cravings Publishing
DESERT HEAT - October 2012 from Sweet Cravings Publishing
GIVEAWAY!!
I will be giving away an e-copy of WITHOUT A TRACE to TWO random commenters. Just tell me your favorite cop/law enforcement hero!
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COP HEROES
I love writing cop heroes. Each of my three published novels feature either a cop or ex-cop hero. I've been through two different citizen police academies (in different cities), and have loads of admiration for law enforcement, firefighters, and the military. They help keep us safe. Besides there just being something about a man in uniform, a cop is a natural hero (or heroine) for a romantic suspense novel: strong, honorable, brave. Detective Matt Romero, the hero in my new release, WITHOUT A TRACE, is such a cop. He is tormented by the past yet driven to protect others because of it -- especially journalist Rachel Bennett. That presents a problem when Rachel's sister vanishes and Rachel is determined to investigate despite the personal risk.
BLURB:
Magazine journalist Rachel Bennett has a reputation for getting to the heart of a story. However, when her sister disappears and is suspected of embezzling from her employer, the story has suddenly become personal. The last thing Rachel wants right now is the distraction of Matt Romero, the detective assigned to the case. She has no desire for involvement with this rough-and-tumble cop...or so she thinks.
Matt accepts the risk that goes with his job. Two years ago, his wife was murdered, a tragedy he blames himself for. He's vowed to protect his family and friends because he doesn't want to go through the pain of loss again. However, the lovely journalist soon begins breaking through the icy wall around his heart.
As Rachel and Matt search for answers in order to find her sister, they uncover a corruption that puts them both in danger – and a passion that puts both their hearts at risk.
ABOUT LAURIE:
Laurie White is the author of two romantic suspense novels published by Sweet Cravings Publishing. Her latest novel, WITHOUT A TRACE, was released January 30, 2014 by Secret Cravings Publishing. Laurie is a member of Romance Writers of America and Georgia Romance Writers. Aside from writing, she enjoys reading, spending time with family, traveling, and watching movies. She is the proud mama of four adorable cats and lives in the hills of Tennessee.
PUBLISHED NOVELS:
WITHOUT A TRACE - January 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing
TWIST OF FATE - February 2013 from Sweet Cravings Publishing
DESERT HEAT - October 2012 from Sweet Cravings Publishing
GIVEAWAY!!
I will be giving away an e-copy of WITHOUT A TRACE to TWO random commenters. Just tell me your favorite cop/law enforcement hero!
