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May 9, 2016
Tell Again Tuesday The Calm Before The Storm
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.
This blog post gives some very good insight for a soon-to-be-published debut author as to what types of promotion work you might want to try. The advice comes from the experience learned in the four years since the author was a soon-to-be-published author. The blog is titled:
The Calm Before The Storm
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http://beckylowerauthor.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-calm-before-storm.html
May 5, 2016
Friday Features Veronica Scott Star Cruise: Outbreak
Talks with
Veronica Scott
Author of
Star Cruise: Outbreak
Today we are privileged to have Veronica Scott with us to share a little about the background in writing her book Star Cruise: Outbreak. Welcome Veronica.
Thanks for having me as your guest today!
I started with one question for my new novel Star Cruise: Outbreak – what would it be like to be trapped on an interstellar cruise liner with an epidemic raging? Recent news reports of norovirus outbreaks on the ocean-going ships of today got me thinking about the subject. Taking it a step further, what if the fairly benign-but-unpleasant stomach bug was only the beginning of a much more serious disease? How would the crew combat the outbreak? Who would survive?
I did a lot of research into earthly diseases that had the characteristics I wanted, and combined a few things to develop the illness that would strike my unsuspecting passengers and crew. I like my science fiction to have some grounding in reality that my readers and I can relate to.
Researching the cruise industry was a lot more fun! I’ve been doing that ever since I wrote Wreck of the Nebula Dream, which is loosely inspired by the sinking of the Titanic. I’ve done everything from reading job postings and union rules for cruise ship staffers to studying books about how to run an aircraft carrier. Of course not everything about an ocean vessel translates to a science fiction ship in the far future, but I found a lot of good plot ideas. This is my third book set on an interstellar cruise ship, and I plan to write more going forward, using the crew and passengers as my “village”. Some people will show up in future novels, while others will only voyage once. I did bring Meg and Red, the couple from Star Cruise: Marooned, on board as secondary characters. It was fun to write about them again!
My hero and heroine for this novel are both military veterans, with PTSD from their experiences, so I researched that topic as well. I wanted to be sure to handle anything PTSD-related with respect for the challenges our veterans today face.
I had fun deciding which passengers might be along for this cruise, including a movie star couple (entertainment is referred to as “trideos” or “trids” in my future), a family with three kids who won a contest prize, and a princess with serious political problems at home.
There’s even a green, furry pet for a somewhat lighter note. It’s not ALL grim disease and death, I promise!
Here’s the story:
She saved countless soldiers in the wars … but does she have the weapons to fight an outbreak?
Dr. Emily Shane, veteran of the Sector Wars, is known as “The Angel of Fantalar” for her bravery under fire as a medic. However, the doctor has her own war wounds–severe PTSD and guilt over those she failed to save.
Persuaded to fill a seemingly frivolous berth as ship’s doctor on the huge and luxurious interstellar cruise liner Nebula Zephyr, she finds the job brings unexpected perks–a luxe beach deck with water imported from Tahumaroa II, and Security Officer Jake Dilon, a fellow veteran who heats her up like a tropical sun.
However, Emily soon learns she and Jake didn’t leave all peril behind in the war. A mysterious ailment aboard the Zephyr begins to claim victim after victim … and they must race against time and space to find the cause and a cure! Trapped on a ship no spaceport will allow to dock, their efforts are complicated by a temperamental princess and a terrorist–one who won’t hesitate to take down any being in the way of his target. If anyone’s left when the disease is through with them…
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Best Selling Science Fiction & Paranormal Romance author and “SciFi Encounters”
columnist for the USA Today Happily Ever After blog, Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.
Three time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances! She recently was honored to read the part of Star Trek Crew Woman in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “City On the Edge of Forever.”
Blog: https://veronicascott.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/vscotttheauthor
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May 3, 2016
Wednesday Special Spotlight High Tide at Harvest Moon Taryn Blackthorn
Spotlights
High Tide at Harvest Moon
Excerpt
“Lexi. Lexi, wake up.” Rough hands shook her awake. Snapped on her light. Lexi clawed at the hands, flipped over in a hurry, pulled away from whoever was in her room.
“Shh, it’s OK. It’s Kerr. Lexi. I need you to put on some clothes and come with me. Now.” Kerr sat on the edge of her bed, a pair of jeans and a shirt in one hand, his other on her blanketed legs. He was patting her through her covers absently. He looked around the room and she had a wild thought he might see her gifts before they were ready until she realized she’d tucked them under her bed.
Lexi rubbed at her eyes. “I thought you weren’t going to push me to meet your Alpha.”
“I’m not. This is something else. Please?” No jokes. Not a smirk in sight. Nothing but deadly seriousness in his gaze.
Lexi blinked. Had he just said please?
“Umm.”
“I need your help, Lexi. Please?”
That did it. She couldn’t very well say no now, could she? Not without seeming like an even bigger jack hole than she’d been earlier today.
“Where are we going?” She flipped back the blankets and held out her hands for the clothes. His eyes wandered down her frame and she felt her cheeks flush. “My eyes are up here, Kerr.”
“There’s a lot of you I’ve never seen down there, though.”
She frowned. “Was that a comment about my weight?”
“No.” His voice was thick, husky and he hadn’t hesitated in the slightest. He gave his head a sharp shake.
“Right,” he said aloud. But he didn’t hand her the clothes. He stared at her body and his eyes took on a yellow hue.
“Kerr?” She crossed her arms over her breasts and pulled her knees up. A frisson of something crawled up her spine. Not entirely unpleasant. Kerr’s breathing increased, as if he was fighting for control. That was never good. On instinct, she leaned forward and stroked his arm lightly.
“Kerr. I need Kerr, not the wolf.”
Kerr caught her fingers and brought them to his mouth. Nibbled at the tips, his eyes never leaving her face. “You’ve got me.” He glanced down at her hand in his and she wondered if he realized at the same time she did that she had touched him, not the other way around.
“I’m going to protect you, Lexi. Remember that.”
Blurb
The Fundy waves are rushing in,
and Lexi’s time is running out…
Very human Lexi Coolen has always been self-reliant and resilient; two traits that helped her survive her adolescence and ultimately escape her mother’s Wolf Pack. For years she’s been avoiding any trace of the supernatural world, looking for a nice, normal place to call home. A charming university town, Wolfville, Nova Scotia might just be the spot.
But when her roommate’s date turns out to be a member of the local Pack, Lexi finds out she’s inadvertently broken Pack law and the price could be her life. She’s got to prove she’s not a threat to the womanizing, annoyingly handsome, Beta leader, Kerr MacDonald.
To make matters worse, Lexi discovers the local Alpha thinks she’s something called a Queller, an unimaginable paranormal treasure. And Kerr is being cagey, in more ways than one. Unable to run, incapable of fighting back, Lexi’s got to figure out a way to keep herself alive against a rising tide of magic, monsters and mayhem.
About the author:
When Taryn isn’t tending to her family and fur-babies, she’s busy wrestling with the demands of her characters from her home in rural Nova Scotia, Canada.
Website: www.tarynblackthorne.com
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/ParanormalAuthorTarynBlackthorne/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel
Twitter: @tarynblackthorn
Buy Links
http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9780994938213
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/high-tide-at-harvest-moon
May 2, 2016
Tell Again Tuesday Reasons You Should Splurge on a Writer Conference
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.
Reasons You Should Splurge on a Writer Conference
To pay for or not to pay for a writer conference, that is the question. While some of you might find one in your area or at least close to you for cheap, others might have to step out of the budget box and take the plunge on splurging a little. Should you break the bank? That’s not for anyone to decide but you, but looking at the benefits and cons will help you make your choice.
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April 28, 2016
Friday Feature Gail Ingis Indigo Sky
with
Indigo Sky
By
Gail Ingis
Log Line: A dream marriage becomes a trap of addiction, lies and women.
If that is not enough to get you interested then try this.
Blurb:
In a whirlwind romance, a lovely New York socialite marries a fêted, debonair author. But beneath the charm is a cheating husband addicted to hasheesh. Her dream marriage turns sour and the simplicity of her life runs amok when a handsome stranger, her husband’s business partner, threatens her staunch loyalty to her wayward husband. When she faces the ugly truth about her marriage, her need to finalize her divorce sends her on mad chase across the wilds of nineteenth century America with a handsome stranger—she learns hard lessons of murder, kidnapping and more that almost destroy her.
Amazon buy link: http://amzn.com/B015TCCKM4
Not enough then read a little.
Excerpt:
“I-I’m not sure.” She put a hand to her head. “My brain wants to explode, and I’m dizzy, but I think I can stand.”
“You sustained a nasty blow and cut to the back of your head.”
“Oh, is that why it’s paining me? Would you mind helping me up?”
“Certainly.” He lifted her effortlessly, keeping one arm around her waist.
A hot flush raced through her at his close proximity, and she quavered like a ballerina unsure of her routine. “Thank you, sir. I could have drowned. I’m grateful.” He stood close, and her eyes traveled up his length. His broad shoulders blocked out the mountains. Gasping, she moved from his embrace. I’m a married woman. What am I thinking taking comfort in this man’s arms? God help me—but he saved my life.
He bowed. “You’re most welcome.”
The breeze sighed past, and she shivered as much from the cold as from his overpowering masculinity. She lowered her eyes and pushed strands of wet hair from her face. Heat invaded her face as she realized her nakedness. Trembling, she tried to button the errant pearls. At first, they eluded her fingers. Finally, she managed.
“I tried to fasten your buttons.”
Leila gaped at him. “Y-you tried to button my bodice?” He nodded and watched her with an intensity that set her heart racing and her flesh aflame with the desire to feel him touch her. She lifted her eyes and caught a breath. His smile refreshed her. “I-I must look a mess,” she mumbled, trying to smooth her sodden dress.
Silver eyes caressed her from head to toe. “On the contrary, you resemble a beautiful water sprite.”
That one protracted look filled the empty spaces in her heart. A thrill rippled through her. What am I thinking? She clenched her fingers and screamed a silent denial. Her mouth tensed. “Your boldness is offensive, sir.”
“Please, I don’t mean to be offensive. Forgive me.”
Her belly fluttered with excitement. Something bloomed to life in Leila and reached out to meet him.
His hand came up, and he touched her neck with one finger. “But how can the truth be offensive?”
She opened her mouth to deliver a rebuke but sucked in a breath and covered her mouth with her fingertips instead. He stood so close that she could feel his body heat. His sheer size and latent strength bordered on intimidating. Dark, wet chestnut hair fell in waves on his forehead and curled over his collar. The soaked shirt clung to his muscular arms and broad chest. His clothes were of fine quality, yet he wore an air of danger. The hard planes of his face contrasted with his easy, seductive smile. But most of all, his eyes played games with Leila’s heart. She took a few paces back.
Those cool eyes pinned her in place.
Her anger deflated. Unable to escape his magnetic force, she wet her lips.
His smile faded, and the intensity in his eyes deepened to a hunger for more, a promise of forbidden pleasures.
Her eyes widened. He took another step closer. Leila’s stomach lurched. I’m married!
He advanced.
She retreated, knowing instinctively he was used to getting what he wanted, and right now, it was obvious he wanted her. Just because he’d saved her didn’t give him a right to her. But she wanted to give him the right. I’m wanton, despicable. She took another step back. “I-I must go,” she squeaked.
He held up his hands and smiled. “Please, my intentions are honorable.”
Heat crept up her neck. Did I misunderstand? Leila swallowed her shame. “I really must go. Thank you.” Flight was uppermost in her mind, yet she stood rooted to the spot, staring up at him. He looks so . . . so good standing there. Attempting to restore normality to the situation that was anything but, she lifted her chin. “It’s late. I must change for dinner.”
“I hope to see you again, m’lady.” His smiling eyes teased her as he scooped up his jacket. “This is dry.”
She shook her head, pressing icy hands to flaming cheeks. He’d held her and looked at her, as only a husband should. Oh, Lord, how could I forget I’m married?
He draped the jacket over her shoulders, his fingers brushing her neck.
She jerked as though jabbed, and the ache in her head increased. Leila lifted her soaked skirts and fled.
“Wait, please wait.” His heavy footsteps followed close behind as she ran through the trees and along the grassy riverbank.
Amazon buy link: http://amzn.com/B015TCCKM4
Find out more about the author:
Website: http://www.gailingis.com/
Blog: http://artist.gailingis.com/in-print-this-july/
April 26, 2016
Wednesday Special Spotlight aHunter4Trust
Focuses on
aHunter4Trust
Book Blurb
Darrogh is a Hunter, an elite alien warrior who has scorned the mating of his brother soldiers. A life spent in combat on the outer frontiers of the galaxy has forged him into a skilled and effective soldier. He has never had contact with women until he crashes on Earth with the rest of his military unit. The last thing he expects or understands is the attraction he has to Tamsin, the woman he has been hired to protect. With unknown assailants threatening her life, Darrogh questions whether he should also be protecting her from him.
Tamsin lives a life of luxury. The daughter of an aristocratic British banker, she rejected her father’s arranged marriage when she found her fiancé in bed with her best friend. She has distanced herself from her family’s heritage and built a life of her own. All of that changes when her father insists that she needs protection, and contacts aHunter4Hire. Tamsin asserts that she can take care of herself, but she can’t fight her attraction to Darrogh. Dare she trust another man with her heart?
AHunter4Hire Series
When a unit of elite alien warriors known as Hunters, crashes on Earth, they discover that their ancient legends of mating are true. Forbidden to mate on their home planet, they are now free to find the one woman that is fated to become their pair bond.
Excerpt
It had been a week since Darrogh and his team had accepted the assignment of guarding Tamsin Creighton. She still did not trust their motives and she made no secret of that fact. Every night they had followed her from one play spot to the next. Tonight was no different. They were in Beauvie’s, an exclusive, members-only London nightclub.
Colored strobe lights flashed to the beat of ear-shattering music.
Bodies crowded the floor, gyrating to the deafening noise.
It reminded him of the battlefield. The only thing missing was the smell of death. He did not understand humans. Why would they deliberately reproduce the sights and sounds of the frontlines of a war zone? Was it because they liked warfare or was it just a coincidence? Whatever the reason, the constant barrage of stimuli had his senses on full alert.
Darrogh’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Tamsin. Her name was a constant litany in his head. He could not ignore the effect she had on him, but he was stronger than his fellow Hunters. He would not succumb to the lure of a woman. It was forbidden. A Hunter had no right being near women, much less feeling a connection to one. Some of the warriors in his unit had found mates, but he did not believe in the legends.
She moved in and out of the flailing bodies as she made her way to the long steel bar at the edge of the dance floor. She was a vision of grace and poise in a short red dress that hugged her curves. Darrogh inhaled a quick breath and followed.
She did not want him near.
He ignored her rejection.
Her protection was his job and he had never failed a mission before. She would not be the first to underestimate his abilities as a warrior. He reached her side and stood a step behind her. It was right and fitting for a Hunter to show deference to a woman. Despite customs being different on this planet, he had sworn to live and die by the Hunter’s code. Nothing would change that.
“Leave me alone.”
Her voice sent a frisson of heat through him.
Buy Links
Amazon Link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BTNHRF2/
Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123429686?ean=2940152777079
Apple https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1084543612
Kobo US https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/ahunter4trust
April 25, 2016
Tell Again Tuesday Writer’s Block
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Combat Your Writer’s Block – 10 Tips
Posted on March 18, 2016 by Joanne Guidoccio
I’m thrilled to welcome Soul Mate author Kim Hotzon to the Power of 10 series. Today, Kim shares her best tips for combating writer’s block and her latest novel, Hands Full of Ashes.
Here’s Kim!
All writers, from time to time, experience the dreaded block. I’m not referring to the chopping block (though it may as well be) but rather ‘writer’s block’. This is a condition otherwise known as . . .
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http://joanneguidoccio.com/2016/03/18/combat-your-writers-block-10-tips/
April 21, 2016
Friday Features Annalisa Carr Children of Poseidon
Today
Annalisa Carr
The author shares with us the experience that gave her the inspiration for her “Children of Poseidon” trilogy and the characters that populate the stories. Read on for the story behind the story.
Welcome fantasy romance author Annalisa Carr.
I’m working on the third and last book in my ‘Children of Poseidon’ trilogy at the moment, telling the story of Damnamenos, the youngest of the Sealords, and the villain of the first story. The second book ‘Children of Poseidon: Rann’ came out last summer.
The trilogy started when I wrote a short story (about NeiroKeto, an octopus) in aid of a conservation charity, at the same time as doing an open water swim in aid of ‘The British Heart Foundation’. The water was rough and I was pretty battered when I made it to shore. I loved the sea though, and had to write about the experience which had been both frightening, inspiring, and an exploit not to be wasted. That was how my first heroine appeared.
Lila jumped overboard from a pirate ship, in order to escape her kidnappers and rescue her sister. She was washed to the shore of a remote Scottish island, where she encountered Lykos, the eldest of the sons of Poseidon.
I already knew I would have to tell the story of Rann, Lykos’s half-brother and closest friend, but I initially expected him to fall in love with Lila’s sister, powerful coven witch, Maya. Rann had his own ideas, though. Jewel, Maya’s best friend, captured his heart and pushed him out of his comfort zone.
Rann is pretty much a laid–back sort of demi-god. His life is organised to his satisfaction, his servants anticipate his every wish, and his deep-sea subjects wouldn’t dream of defying him. His previous lovers have been as easy-going as himself, but Jewel won’t fit into this comfortable pattern. She runs away from their mutual attraction when she learns that her mother is causing big problems for London’s witches.
Jewel returns to London and walks into a life-threatening situation. Rann leaves his home in The Indian Ocean, and follows her, arriving just in time to come to her aid.
I’ve vicariously visited lots of exciting places during the writing of these books, places such as the far north of Scotland, Zanzibar, Jersey and Somalia, and I’m now looking for the next place I’d like to visit (in my writing, if not in real life).
Blurb
Annalisa Carr’s most recent release is the second book in her ‘Sons of the Sea God’ trilogy:
Children of Poseidon: Rann
Poseidon’s son Rann has been content to rule his island paradise for centuries, but now something dangerous is stirring in his seas. A dark web of evil spreads from the horn of Africa to the covens of London.
A call for help from her old coven gives young witch Jewel a reason to leave her island home and her crush on Rann, and hurry back to London where old crimes are rising to disturb the city’s magic community.
The past is about to collide with Jewel’s present and threaten her future with something far more lethal than unrequited love.
Bio
An addiction to science fiction meant that Annalisa Carr chose to pursue a career in research, spending most of her life working as a scientist in Cambridge, UK. Unfortunately, given the reason for her career choice, she never made it into space and has never been to Alpha Centauri IV.
Two years ago she moved to the English Lake District where she shares a house with her three cats, and indulges her need to explore alien cultures by writing about them.
She writes (and reads voraciously) in several genres, her favourites being urban fantasy, paranormal romance and science fiction. She is currently working on her third book in her ‘Children of Poseidon’ trilogy.
Excerpt
Rann strolled towards them, brown skin brightened by the afternoon sun to the shade of butterscotch. A hint of weariness slowed his normal stride, but he brought with him the fresh scent of open water. His expression was thoughtful, and Jewel pushed herself to her feet as he approached, her whole body warming with pleasure.
“Is everything okay?”
Worry passed over his face, vanishing almost before she recognised it. “I think we’ve got a problem.” Reaching out, he tucked Jewel’s hair behind her ear.
“Is there anything . . .?”
“I’m not sure what’s going on.” He rubbed his forehead. “The merpeople found a dead mermaid out in the deep water.”
A frisson of shock ran down Jewel’s spine. Mermaids didn’t die. When the time came for their long existence to end, they merged with the sea, became one with the foam on the waves.
“Was she . . .?”
“A stranger. I don’t know where she came from. Tomorrow she’ll be returned to the sea and I’ll try to find out what happened. I just wish I knew where to look.” He pushed a lock of damp black hair away from his face and glanced back at the sea.
“If there’s anything—” Jewel broke off as Tamsin grabbed her wrist, fingers digging into the skin. “Ow.”
“There’s a connection.” Tamsin’s eyes rolled upwards until only the whites were visible.
Her hand was icy, and Jewel pulled herself free. “Tamsin? What . . .?”
“Everything is tied together by death.” Her eyes rolled back, blank and unfocussed. Moving like a sleepwalker, she disappeared into the darkness of the house.
“What on earth is she talking about?” Rann watched her go.
“I don’t know.” Jewel rubbed the goose pimples on her arms. She didn’t like Tamsin’s death visions at all. “She’s been having dreams.”
Links
Amazon: http://amzn.com/B012P8C35O
Website: http://www.annalisacarr.com/
Twitter: @Cleanne2
April 19, 2016
Wednesday Special Spotlight Hearts Unloched Claire Gem
Focuses on
Erato Publishing Released – 04.01.16:
A psychic interior designer reluctantly agrees to renovate a sexy investor’s abandoned hotel on a lake rumored to have once been the mob’s body dumping ground.
Interior designer Kate Bardach loves her single girl’s lifestyle—living in Manhattan and spending weekends at her lake house. She’s passionate about her career, reinventing old buildings. But there are some projects she can’t take on because of the spirits trapped there. Kate is psychic—she sees dead people.
Marco Lareci is one of Wall Street’s most successful investment brokers who’s achieved all of his life’s goals—except for finding his soulmate. His latest project, an abandoned resort on Loch Sheldrake, needs a savvy designer to transform the crumbling complex into a boutique hotel. When Marco meets Kate, he can’t believe his luck. She’s the perfect match for his business and his heart.
Marco’s body excites Kate even more than does his renovation project. But the haunting there, a bonafide poltergeist, affects her on an intensely personal level. Kate’s aunt disappeared from the place fifty years ago.
Will the spirit doom Kate and Marco’s love, or drive them closer together?
Excerpt:
Montlake’s Underground Bar, a usually dark and smoky private lounge off the west end of the casino, was as abandoned as the grandstands had been. Marco knew the main bar, Trackside, would still be closed this early in the season. But thank God the Underground was open. When he arrived few hours earlier, he hadn’t eaten anything since he left Manhattan. He’d grabbed a really fine Reuben sandwich and Devil’s Path IPA there when he’d rolled into town two hours ago to meet Joshua Lieberman. The realtor who’d been handling his purchase of the defunct Redman’s Resort.
He held open the heavy glass door—bulletproof Plexiglass, by the looks of it—and Kate pranced through like she owned the whole place, instead of just the mare whose win he’d won two bills on. Her hair fell in ebony waves down her back, nearly reaching her wasp-like waist.
Yeah, he thought. She was all tan and black with the coat and the hair. Add to that the confidence—an almost haughty air—and the slightly nasal ring to her velvet voice. She really did bring to mind a wasp.
Might want to watch my step around this one.
The lady wasn’t the booth type. Heading straight for the bar, she hung her huge, leather bag on the hook underneath and climbed onto the barstool before he’d even had a chance to help her. Neither had said a word as they’d made their way down the escalator to the subterranean space under Montlake’s recently refurbished grandstand.
“Hello, Zach. I’ll have my usual. And make it a double. I’m celebrating today,” she said to the barkeep, who’d paused from polishing glassware when they came in.
“All right, Ms. Bardach. Hey,” he said as he pointed one thumb over his shoulder at the monitor. He gave her a high-five. “Nice going. This the three-year-old gray?”
“Yup,” Kate nodded slowly, the corner of her mouth turning up. “She was well worth waiting for.”
The bartender was a mature man with a salt-and-pepper crewcut and the face of a man too smooth and pretty to be anything but gay. After ignoring Marco’s existence for the first sixty seconds of their arrival, he now turned to greet him with a nod as he flipped coasters down on the bar.
“And for you, Mr. Lareci? Another IPA?”
Marco caught the slight turn of his companion’s head and lifted eyebrow in his peripheral view.
“No, I’ll take a Dewar’s on the rocks this time. Thanks.”
When Zach turned to do his job, Kate shifted in her padded stool and leaned her chin on her hand. “So, this isn’t your first pony ride at the Underground? No pun intended.”
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B01DN099U0
Bio:
Claire Gem turns the paranormal genre on its ear by combining the elements of gothic horror, mystery/thriller, and contemporary romance into a genre she calls New Gothic.
Claire loves ghost stories, and has done her homework when it comes to exploring the world of paranormal phenomena. She holds her certificate in Parapsychology from Duke University’s Rhine Institute of Paranormal Studies. Her obsession with cemeteries, a severe case of taphophilia, has served her well—some of her best stories were born while exploring an old graveyard. She also loves abandoned places—asylums, crumbling hotels, places far out in the woods where only the fairies dare to venture.
Although she most definitely believes in ghosts, she doesn’t suffer from nightmares. They are simply midnight musings for her next gothic novel.
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April 17, 2016
Tell Again Tuesday Bluestocking Belles
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Highlighting Historical Romance: The Bluestocking Belles
You’ve probably heard me talk about The Bluestocking Belles. Jude Knight wrote this excellent history and explanation of the name we’ve chosen as our own.
Readers of historical romances, especially those set in Georgian and Regency England, are familiar with the term ‘bluestocking’. A woman described as a bluestocking will be clever, fond of reading, interested in more than fashion and social gossip, and perhaps radical in her opinions about the education and rights of women.
Few, though, know where the term started. What do blue stockings have to do with educated women?
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http://www.carolinewarfield.com/2016/03/highlighting-historical-romance-the-bluestocking-belles/
