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March 4, 2014
Romantic Suspense: Nick Spinelli Series by Valerie Clarizio
Craving Vengeance, a Nick Spinelli Mystery
Nick Spinelli’s normal life as a homicide detective has been catapulted into a whirlwind of chaotic holiday adventures ever since he met the beautiful Shannon O’Hara.
Nick had hoped to spend his first Valentine’s Day with Shannon in a traditional manner, starting with a nice dinner out on the town and then perhaps a long warm adventurous night in her arms. His plans quickly change when cupid is found murdered in a back alley. The investigation becomes more and more inconceivable,as Spinelli discovers that Shannon is linked to the victim.
When another cupid turns up dead, and it is discovered that Shannon knows him as well, Spinelli is motivated to go undercover as a singing valentine dressed as cupid, complete with wings and a quiver of arrows. How many other cupids are at risk? Is Spinelli on the killer’s list as well? The stress ignited by the day’s events causes sparks to fly between Spinelli and Shannon as he struggles to piece it all together and stop the string of slayings.
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Spinelli’s eyes popped open. He stared into the face of an angel. Was he still sleeping? How was it he had lured this beautiful creature into his life just a little over two months ago? He resisted the urge to run his fingers over her soft, milky white skin. She looked so peaceful when she slept. He would never be bored watching her sleep. Her slow even breaths mesmerized him. Was he dreaming? He almost went so far as to pinch his arm.
Shannon stirred and flipped over. Her shiny red hair spread out over her pillow like wildfire. He didn’t need the nearby streetlight peeking through the window blinds to notice her fiery hair, but it certainly helped to illuminate its zest. Spinelli reached over and skimmed his hand over her soft hair. Silky strands sifted through his fingers sending an electrical current rippling throughout his body. He debated waking her, taking her again. He nearly chuckled at the thought. When they’d first met, they couldn’t stand to be with one another, now they couldn’t stand to be apart. Cupid’s arrow struck him, hard and fast, out of nowhere. He was done, toast.
His cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. He reached over her to grab it before it woke her. Too late. Her beautiful emerald eyes fluttered open. He stared into the sea of green looking back at him, nearly forgetting about the call.
Her full ruby red lips stretched into a soft smile. “Nick, your phone is vibrating.”
His ears focused on the sweet sound of his name rolling off her tongue. No one ever called him by his first name. Everyone called him Spinelli or Detective, even Shannon did when they first met. But at some point over the past couple of months, she had started calling him by his first name. It nearly drove him insane every time she said it. His heart raced. He should take her again.
“Nick,” she whispered, knocking him out of his reverie.
“What?”
“Your phone is still humming.”
“Oh, yeah.”
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The time in the upper right-hand corner read 4:00 a.m. Captain Jackson’s face flashed across the screen. He tapped the screen and held the phone to his ear. “Spinelli here.”
“Rise and shine, Spinelli. We got one for you, down on Water Street. Male, late 20’s, cause of death not obvious. I’ve already texted you the address. The officers on the scene are cordoning off the premises.”
Though he wasn’t a morning person, not even close, a rush of adrenaline crashed through him like a tidal wave. This is what he lived for, catching killers. He sprang out of bed as Jackson’s words trailed off. “I’m on it,” Spinelli rasped before he disconnected the call.
He retrieved his contact list and tapped Detective Walker’s profile. Walker answered with a growl. Spinelli gave him the details; then he did the same with Detective Marsh.
Spinelli slid into a pair of jeans and pulled a long sleeved navy polo shirt over his head. He grabbed his Beretta 9mm from his nightstand and secured it in his holster before he slung the chain connected to his gold detective badge over his head.
He’d nearly leaped through the bedroom door before he remembered Shannon still lay in his bed, entwined in his comforter. He’d rather it be that she were intertwined with him. He spun on his heel and in two long, quick steps was at her bedside.
Her bright green gaze fixed on him. An amused look covered her face. He knelt down beside the bed. “I gotta go.”
“I gathered that.”
“So I’ll pick you up at your place tonight at 7:00?” he asked, confirming their dinner date.
“Yes…no.”
Spinelli arched a brow. “No?”
Shannon rubbed her eyes. “I mean yes to dinner, but can we push it back to 8:00? I know that’s getting late, but I’m scheduled to do the singing valentines for the church fundraiser from 4:00 until 7:00.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll change the dinner reservation.”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly across hers. He knew he had to keep it light or he wouldn’t be able to leave.
She didn’t play fair. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him to her. He let her, he was weak. His mind was mush.
He responded to her demand for more and deepened the kiss. His tongue passed through her lips. She tasted sweet. How did she always taste so sweet? His heart pounded in his chest.
Suddenly, Captain Jackson’s words from moments ago echoed in his head. We got one for you, down on Water Street. Male, late 20’s, cause of death not obvious. Christ, he’d nearly forgotten he had a dead body to attend to.
He pried his lips from Shannon’s, nearly needing the help of a mechanic with a crowbar.
He rose to his feet, willing his knees to support him. She always left him weak-kneed, and she probably didn’t have a clue. “I’ll see you tonight. I have a special Valentine’s evening planned for us.”
* * * *
Shannon watched Nick walk out the door, sure that if he were to turn and look at her one more time with those dark charcoal eyes, she’d probably melt in an instant. He had the most intense eyes.
She curled into a ball and pulled the thick comforter up around her neck. His masculine scent coated the soft material, stimulating her senses, as if his mouthwatering kiss hadn’t already left her completely aroused. She wished he hadn’t had to leave. Another round of lovemaking would have been ideal. She’d had a taste of him, and now she couldn’t seem to get enough.
She giggled at the thought of their rocky start. When she’d first met him she thought he was the most cold-hearted, egotistical human being she’d ever met. She’d never been more wrong in her life. He turned out to be exactly the opposite. Never in her life had she met anyone so caring, giving, and loving. His rough exterior was just a front he used to shield himself, as a result of his unfortunate upbringing. Growing up on the streets with a drug-addicted mother certainly took its toll on him.
A sense of pride crept through her as she thought about all he’d accomplished; finishing high school on his own after his mother died when he was only sixteen, then going on to college, and becoming one of Milwaukee’s finest homicide detectives. It took a strong person to accomplish such. She admired his strength and determination.
Covert Exposure, a Nick Spinelli Mystery
Detective Spinelli’s life is tossed sideways when he is reassigned from the Homicide division to assist in the Child Services division of the Social Services Department for the holiday season. From the beginning, Spinelli and Caseworker Shannon O’Hara generate their own kind of fireworks, causing more than the normal workplace stress. They both have their own philosophies for dealing with the clientele. However, the forces of nature have their own plan for Spinelli and Shannon.
Shannon moonlights as Santa Claus’ little helper at the mall, and when Santa and an elf turn up dead Shannon appears to be next on the killer’s list. Spinelli is placed back on homicide and goes undercover as Santa to help capture the killer. He catches a great deal of grief along the way but will he capture the heart of his little Santa’s helper as well?
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Spinelli followed Shannon to her office, unable to peel his eyes from her shapely legs. His nostrils narrowed, sucking in every ounce of the sweet scent that lingered in the air behind her. She gestured for him to take a seat in a chair opposite her desk. Her phone rang and she picked up the receiver as she sat down. As she spoke on the telephone, he scanned her small office memorizing every detail like detectives tend to do. He couldn’t help but notice how just a touch of feminine warmth accented the professional décor. His eyes shifted from the photo of an older couple, perhaps in their early seventies, to a photo of three little red-headed boys. He wondered if the boys belonged to her. He glanced at her left hand, no ring.
Shannon hung up the phone receiver. “I’m sorry about that, Detective Spinelli,” she said as she thumbed through the mounds of neatly organized stacks of case files on her desk, “here it is…the Washington file.”
Spinelli watched as she flipped the file open and lost herself in the information for a brief moment. She blew out a sigh and looked up at him. He could easily see the sadness flood her big green eyes. Shannon cleared her throat. “The authorities picked up Gilbert Washington early this morning as a result of a domestic abuse call.”
“What happened? What did he do?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Apparently the neighbor placed the 911 call when he heard Gilbert and his wife, Charmane, arguing. A loud thud followed the arguing. The neighbor assumed the cause of the thud was Gilbert throwing Charmane against the wall. As it turned out the neighbor was right. Unfortunately the kids witnessed the entire exchange.”
Shannon shook her head. “We’ve offered Charmane assistance for herself and her children but she refuses to leave Gilbert. As a result, today we will be removing the children from the home and placing them in foster care.”
“Why does she refuse to leave him?”
“Scared perhaps.” Shannon sighed and shook her head. “And he’s probably her crack supplier.”
“Is Gilbert still in lockup?”
“Yes, so it would probably be a good idea to head over there and remove the children before he’s released.”
“I’ll get my unmarked and meet you up front,” Spinelli replied as he sprang to his feet and headed for the door. Before his third step hit the floor he heard Shannon call his name. He turned to find her standing behind her desk holding up a set of keys.
He cocked his head to the side. “What?”
“We’ll take one of the vehicles assigned to Social Services. They’re fully equipped with car seats for matters such as these,” Shannon said as she handed the keys to him. “You can drive so I can review the file some more.”
“Car seats? How many children are we talking about here?”
“Three. The oldest, Lesha is seven, Darius is three and Christina is nine months old.”
Spinelli followed Shannon to the parking lot. She pointed at a dark green Dodge minivan. “That’s the one.”
He shifted his eyes from the minivan to Shannon and then back to the van. “That, we’re taking that?” No red lights, no sirens, no excitement. Life as he knew it was slipping away from him.
“Perhaps you could just get in and drive, and forget the comments,” Shannon said as she climbed in through the passenger door.
Spinelli got in on the driver’s side and started the engine. He adjusted the seat to accommodate his long legs, then the mirrors. Once he finished altering everything, he glanced over at Shannon.
“What?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I’m just wondering how I got here. Yesterday I was a homicide detective and today I’m driving a minivan that smells like sweaty socks.”
“I’m sorry you’re not pleased with your assignment but we need to get going if we are going to remove the children before Gilbert makes bail.”
Spinelli put the minivan in drive and headed toward the Washington home located just north of downtown, on Cherry Street. He knew that area could mean trouble. His senses moved into “full alert” mode.
About The Author
Valerie Clarizio lives in beautiful Door County Wisconsin with her husband and extremely spoiled cat. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into a successful hunter and fisherwoman.
She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Wisconsin Romance Writers of America. Additionally, she was a finalist in the 2011 Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, Novellas Need Love, Too! Contest.
Keep in Touch With Valerie:
Website/Blog: http://valclarizio.wordpress.com/
Twitter: @VClarizio
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Valerie.Clarizio
March 3, 2014
Signed, Sealed, Delivered!
Wonder what to look for when searching for a publisher? Linda has some great advice for budding authors.
Originally posted on Linda Covella, Author:
I’m very excited to announce that I have signed a contract with
Astraea Press
for publication of my young adult historical novel
Yakimali’s Gift
February 27, 2014
Daphne Olivier: The Pegasus Project
The Pegasus Project.
When Jack Randal lands a job with Bells Biological Research Centre, he sets off for the remote South African farm, unaware of the dangers lurking behind the high, electrified fence. It doesn’t take long for him to uncover a top-secret project. When a fellow scientist dies under mysterious circumstances, Jack zeros in on the Pegasus Project. Tension mounts as he probes the dark secret surrounding the genetically modified bio-fuel, and the time comes when he must decide whether to risk his life in order to prevent a global catastrophe.
Excerpt:
Bernie Kemp stepped into the greenhouse, closed the door behind him, then leaned back against it and groaned. His head felt about to burst, and the air, heavy with the smell of earth and chemicals, made him gag. The sight of the plants, lined up in their dome-shaped tanks, all waiting for attention, made him feel a thousand times worse.
The hangover was his own fault. He should have listened to Anna. He could hear her voice right now, echoing in his head. “Hey, Bernie, put that bottle away. One more drop and you’ll be blotto. You’ve got to go to work tomorrow. You can’t afford another day off. Not if you want to keep your job.”
Anna was right. Trouble was, the blasted woman was always right. She never tired of telling him how lucky he was to land the job with Bells Biological Research Centre, or of reminding him that he’d never make the kind of money he earned anywhere else.
It was true, all true. But Anna didn’t have to put up with a boss who breathed down the back of her neck, or work with the monstrosities that grew in this greenhouse. Bernie stared at them now—long rows of grey-green weirdoes, each in its own airtight tank, most sprouting pods that looked more like mushrooms than flowers. Or brightly coloured toadstools, some red, some yellow, some purple, some a mottled nondescript shade.
Bernie had no idea why it was necessary to grow the plants in a state-of-the-art greenhouse where water, nutrients and temperature were rigidly controlled. Or why he was supposed to wear goggles, mask and gloves when working with them. Bernie gave a fleeting thought to putting them on, then shrugged. He was damned if he was going to strap that heavy contraption around his head. Not while it ached like hell. Who would know the difference? Not Brandt. The big boss seldom inspected the plants before midday, and the chance of anyone else passing by was next to nil.
Bernie didn’t ask questions. He did what he was told—no more, no less. His job was to measure the height of each plant, count the pods and record the data—a never-ending task because the bloody things grew so fast. It was a backbreaking job at the best of times, but today, with a sledgehammer banging away inside his head, just thinking about what lay ahead made him shudder. What he wanted more than anything was to crawl into bed and stay there until the hangover wore off.
What he wanted and what had to be done were two different things, but it occurred to him that it wouldn’t do any harm to take a nip of the hair-of-the-dog first. In fact, Bernie felt quite sure it would do him a great deal of good.
He reached into his pocket and brought out the half-jack he’d had the foresight to place there before leaving home. He unscrewed the cap and took a quick gulp. The brandy rolled over his tongue and slid down his throat, burning all the way down. The second gulp spread a warm glow through his body. He hesitated, then shrugged and took a third big swallow. This time his vision blurred—not a good sign, but on the plus side his headache seemed a bit better. Yes, definitely. Not altogether gone, but faded to the point where he could almost bear it. That decided him. With a quick look around to make sure no one was near, he lifted the bottle and kept it pressed to his lips till the last drop was gone.
Bernie flung the bottle under one of the many trestles running the length of the greenhouse. No one would see it there, lying among the maze of vats and pipes and pumps that delivered just the right amount of water and nutrients into the tanks above. No one would see it, and the way he felt right then he didn’t give a damn if they did.
He stood swaying and blinking, doing his best to focus on one of the double images that kept swimming into view. Then, with a determined effort, he lurched down the centre aisle toward the bank of taps and dials that lined the far wall. He almost made it. Had it not been for the coil of hose lying on the floor he’d have got there, no trouble at all. But his foot caught in the tangled coils and he went flying, arms spread wide. Down he went with an almighty crash. Two crashes actually, because one of the dome-shaped tanks went down with him.
Stunned, he lay there staring in bewilderment at the splintered glass and the plant with purple and red pods that lay crushed and broken beside him. Then, with a curse, he pushed himself up to his feet.
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About Daphne Olivier
I have always wanted to write, but nursing, raising a family and farming got in the way, and it was only when I retired that I was able to follow my dream. From an early age, I read everything I could lay hands on—biography, fantasy, historical fiction, thriller, mythology, science fiction or the classics. My novels reflect this wide interest for I write in several different genre`—thriller, science fiction, YA, memoir and historical fiction. I live in a small town in South Africa with my husband and two dogs.
What inspired you to write your current novel?
I’ve spent most of my life on a farm so when I set out to write a thriller I naturally turned to agriculture as a theme. As GMOs are so much in the news these days, I set out to research the subject. And the more I discovered, the more fascinating the subject became. The Pegasus Project is the result of that research. It’s a story about the search for a bio-fuel that will replace our reliance on oil and what might happen if that research fell into the wrong hands.
Is there a hidden message in your story and if so what is it?
I didn’t set out to include a message, but hope that those who read it will be more aware of the pros and cons of GMOs and the effect they have on our lives.
How do balance writing with all of life’s responsibilities? Which ones do you have to juggle?
I write whenever time permits and often get up in the small hours to catch up on my schedule.
What is your favorite quote?
Writing is easy. All you have to do is sit and stare at a sheet of paper till drops of blood ooze from your forehead.
What is the one thing about a book that will make you close the cover and not finish it?
Too much description and back-story in the opening paragraphs. If the author doesn’t hook me right at the start, I close the book and put it away.
What do you see as your next project and when can we expect it?
My latest novel, Thunder on the Veldt, (a story about the Anglo-Boer War) is due for release by Mélange Books in March 2014.
Keep in touch with Daphne:
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/daphne.f.olivier
Website/Blog: http://www.daphneolivierdotnet.wordpress.com/
Twitter: @Dafol2
Email: dafol@mymtnmail.co.za
Other books by Daphne Olivier:
The Peacock Throne - published by Wild Child Publishers
The Kennaway Woman - published by Mélange Books
The Way it was – published by Mélange Books
February 23, 2014
The Writing Process: What Is The Secret?
This particular blog hop is all about authors offering others a glimpse into their work, their work schedules, and perhaps their innermost thoughts. Some of us are quite opposite our real life personas.
So who subjected you to this arduous journey through the innermost working of my mind? The very talented paranormal author, Renea Mason, who single-handedly lured me into reading this genre. You don’t have to love paranormal, erotica or mystery to read her Symphony Series, you just need to love a damn good story.
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Click here to find out how she does it!
http://reneamason.com/2014/02/17/my-writing-process-blog-hop/
Q. What am I working on?
I am currently finishing up the first in my historical romance series on the four musketeers. Yes, the FOUR musketeers. Each book concentrates on the love life of one musketeer. I have tried to maintain the flavor of Dumas and the Hollywood movies but follow the historical events of their real lives. The series begins with Athos and his love interest, Rosalind. I will be pitching the series to an agent and publisher at the Chicago Spring Fling Romance Conference in April.
Q. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Character development is my specialty so I concentrate on that more than other writing aspect. I like to throw a twist into every story. While my main characters stay true to themselves, the plot often gets in their way. So with each storyline, the hero or heroine must overcome some wrench I’ve thrown into their plans.
In Merry Christmas, Henry the MC is a museum guard by night and artist by day. An introvert, relationships do not come easy to him. He becomes infatuated with a woman in a painting and seems content with this one-sided affair. Until an element of magic changes his life. How does he deal with it? You’d have to read the book.
Q. Why do I write what I do?
Writing is a way to express creativity and give release to your imagination. I have always been known for my imaginative stories. When I come across an item or old tale, turning it into a story is like putting together a puzzle. I take the original idea or object and combine the right touch of fantasy to create a piece of entertaining fiction. I have always been a history geek and my goal in historical romance is to make the past fun and exciting.
Ideas come from anywhere and I often stumble onto stories during my travels. Henry derived from a photo of a man staring at a painting, a bottle of wine and a brainstorming session between my sister and I. Some novellas on the back burner began with a visit to a bicycle museum, an old copy of the Hans Christian Anderson’s The Sandman, Barry Manilow’s song Could It Be Magic? and recurring dreams of family members.
The musketeers developed from an ending scene of Man In The Iron Mask when the musketeers charge the King’s men. As the smoke clears and the four are still left standing. My sister and I began the “What if?” game and Magnificent Valor slowly took shape.
Q. How does your writing process work?
All plots begin the essential bottle of wine and brainstorming session with my sister and muse. She is often the mastermind behind my ‘twists’ for each story. I need an outline to keep myself focused although it often changes as the characters take over or plot turns in a different direction. Once I’ve begun, I post it for critique on a writing community website and the Coffee Talk gals add their expertise to help shape and refine the story. Then I pass it over to my mother, a retired editor and award winning journalist. If it passes her scrutiny, I consider it a finished piece.
Q. Who will we meet next week?
I love historical romance and short stories so I have chosen authors that will give insight to both the long and the short of their writing process. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. The first three are friends and gifted writers I met on Scribophile.
Katie Stephens is a multi-published author whose short stories appear in magazines and anthologies including Spark and Mused. Her latest work, Home, will appear in the Spring issue of Mused.
Faceless by Katie Stephens Final Letters by Katie Stephens
February 21, 2014
Samyann’s Yesterday: A story of reincarnation
Samy Ann will be giving away a free copy of her debut novel to a random commenter. Question: If you were reincarnated, what time period would you want to come from?
In modern day Chicago, deja vu draws together a handsome mounted policeman and the beautiful young woman who saves his life. A tender love story pulls the reader back to previous lives and a time richly elegant. Yesterday is also a harrowing tale of escape through the American Civil War and The Great Chicago Fire of 1871. In this historical romance, Mark fights through Amanda’s rejection to prove that she will love again as she once loved – Yesterday.
Excerpt:
Yellow ringlets of flypaper dotted with black specks hung from thumbtacks pushed into the ceiling. A dim lightbulb dangled over the bed, trailing a knotted string. A hot, moist breeze from an open window lifted threadbare curtains and caused the string to sway. In the yard outside, a dog barked. On the pillow beside him lay a worn teddy bear, stuffing peeping from where its eye should be. House slippers slapped on the wooden floor.
“There, baby. Mama’s here.” She smiled wearily. Uncomprehending, Mark raised his eyes to the woman leaning over him. Loose blonde curls clung to her tear-streaked cheeks. His face was burning, breath coming in gulping gasps, and the rag she pressed to his forehead felt damp and cool.
The floorboards creaked under a heavy step. A man moved behind Mama and wrapped his arms around her. He whispered, “Honey, Calvin is gone.”
She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Calvin. Dear God.”
“Mrs. Gunderson is still in the other room.” The man wiped a red bandana across his brow. “She thinks Sissy might make it, but there’s not much hope for Joey.”
Joey? Is he talking about me?
Mama crushed the rag to her mouth, tears leaking from tightly closed eyes.
The soft glow from the bulb above him bloomed…bloomed and flooded the room with pure white light.
Dense blue fog swirled gently around him. Doors were dimly visible, but the numbers were wrong. 1732… 1751… 1764. Mark started to move to his left, then stopped, uncertain. I think—I think I died. But that was 1922. How the hell did I wind up here? He turned the knob.
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About The Author
Samyann is a Chicago native. A lifelong fascination with the rich history of her city, coupled with an abiding curiosity about the intersection of past, present, and future, have led to the creation of a speculative masterpiece, Yesterday.
Aubrey: I am happy to introduce Samy Ann and her debut novel, Yesterday. What inspired you to write your current novel?
Samyann: After retirement from a busy life involving a great deal of travel, I found myself with a bit of time on my hands. As an avid reader, I wondered, like most people, if I had it within me to create—not ‘The Great American Novel’–but a story that had been in my mind for years. Inspiration was already there, in the simmering idea of a character fascinated with an antique clock and somehow involving a previous life. While researching the sounds and origins of clock chimes, I stumbled upon the story of St. Michael’s chimes and Yesterday, A Novel of Reincarnation, was born.
Aubrey: Isn’t amazing how an object and an idea in teh back of your head can turn into a novel? What inspired you to become an author?
Samyann: Quite frankly, I respect the whole concept of the profession and the idea of considering myself in that category is a little daunting. After all, throughout the history of writing, there are those that truly deserve the moniker ‘author’, i.e., Mark Twain, Tolkien, Shakespeare, etc., and I’m not so sure that esteemed group should include me. If I can bring pleasure to one person, let them escape, get lost, through my words to a different world, I’ve told a good story for that one person. Good enough for me.
Aubrey: And good enough for most of us. Is your novel part of a series? Can you tell me a little about the world you’ve created?
Samyann: No, Yesterday is not a series. It is the story of a young woman who has experienced tragedy and loss in her life and fears loving anyone again as a result. Via an amazing act of courage, she saves the life of a policeman. As Yesterday unfolds, we learn that the heroine and hero of the story have led previous lives. The historical aspects bring forth the terrors of escape from American Civil War through The Great Chicago Fire of 1871.
Aubrey: Is there a hidden message in your story and if so what is it?
Samyann: I believe the hidden message would be to never give up hope, that love is a part of life that is there for the taking. You just have to open your heart and let it happen.
Aubrey: What an inspirational theme. What do you think reader will enjoy most about your novel?
Samyann: From the reviews I’ve received to date, I believe the reader will enjoy the 1800 period the most.
Aubrey: That would be me. So historical romance fans will also enjoy this. Did you use a critique partner or group to help with revisions and editing?
Samyann: Yes. I believe Yesterday, Chapter One was critiqued by close to eighty members of Scribophile.com. It had a great deal of input. The reason I kept the story open for critique was not only to polish the story, but also to listen to the input of my potential audience. People who write books also read them J.
Aubrey: Reader input can be invaluable to an author. What makes your novel unique? Why should I buy it?
Samyann: There aren’t very many good stories of reincarnation out there, plus there is a great deal of accurate historical detail. So, if you are interested in either topic, this story will be interesting.
Aubrey: What was the hardest part about writing this novel?
Samyann: Weaving accurate history into a love story.
Aubrey: The balance of research and plot is always a challenge. How long did it take you to write the novel versus revising it?
Samyann: It took 20 plus years of thinking about this story, about 2 years to write Yesterday, and about eight months of editing.
Aubrey: So this has been a labor of love. Which two mainstream authors would you say your work most closely resembles and why?
Samyann: Probably Jude Devereaux and possibly Nora Roberts, primarily because they are both authors of love stories and Jude Devereaux does a bit of time-travel.
Aubrey: I admire both of those authors. One Jude Devereaux book hooked me on a good romance. What piece of advice would you give a new author?
Samyann: Edit, polish, and edit again. When you are satisfied with the work, get it professionally edited.
Aubrey: Using an X meets Y approach, for example Lord of the Rings meets 50 Shades of Grey, how would you describe your novel?
Samyann: Wow. Yesterday isn’t like either of those books. It’s not YA and it’s not erotic … so … it’s a fairly wholesome love story historical in nature.
Aubrey: Is being an author your primary career?
Samyann: Given that I’m retired, I don’t really have a career. Writing is a wonderful hobby, however.
Aubrey: What is your favorite quote?
Samy Ann: “When people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.” -Neil Gaiman
Aubrey: What is your greatest writing strength? Weakness?
Samyann: Focus, in answer to both.
Aubrey: Ha! I know what you mean. What is the strangest thing currently housed in your refrigerator?
Samyann: Well, a character in Yesterday defined it as either bad lunchmeat or good cheese.
Aubrey: We’ll go with the cheese. What is the one thing about a book that will make you close the cover and not finish it?
Samyann: Misspellings or failure on the part of the author to edit. If I have the feeling that the author didn’t take the time required to correct minor issues, I don’t have the time to read the work.
Aubrey: What do you see as your next project and when can we expect it?
Samyann: Another exploration of romance and reincarnation involving Early 19th century during WWII. An elegant and simple time.
Aubrey: I love the WWII era. I can’t wait for the next one. It’s been wonderful having you here today. Good luck with Yesterday and your future novels. Are you having any giveaways today?
Samyann: I’d love to give away a copy of Yesterday to a random commenter. And I always appreciate another review. So far I have about 50 on Amazon, Goodreads and Audible.com. An author can never have too many reviews.
Connect with Samyann:
samyann.com Facebook Goodreads @Samyann_Writer
February 18, 2014
Cait Jarrod’s Anniversary Tour: Kidnapped Hearts
Cait Jarrod is sending her award winning Romantic suspense novel back out on tour. If you didn’t read it the first time around, now is your chance. She is celebrating with giveaways through February 24th.
Kidnapped Hearts Anniversary Jubilee
On sale at: Evernight Publishing
Available at Amazon
To celebrate the release of my debut book, I’m having a scavenger hunt. I will be on several blogs and sites from February 14th-23rd . caitjarrod.com will have the list and links to direct you to the next site.
At each site, I will have an excerpt for either Kidnapped Hearts or an unedited excerpt from one of the sequels, Deceptive Heart’s and Mystic Hearts (a novelette).
In each excerpt, one word will be missing.
Write each missing word down in order by how they’re listed on caitjarrod.com. The words will form a question and the answer.
On the 23rdor after, go to cait.jarrod@aol.com to enter the grand prize raffle by entering the question and answer. A winner will be picked on the 26th.
Each site has a raffle!
Raffle for Cait Jarrod’s ebook copy of Kidnapped Hearts and Aubrey Wynne’s ebook copy of Merry Christmas, Henry will run until the 24th
Upcoming releases in 2014: Entangled Love
Kidnapped Hearts, Band of Friends Book 1 excerpt:
“You can be mad at me, but don’t you take your beef out on Pamela,” Steve growled.
Celine’s eyes misted. “You’re right. You’re the asshole. I’m sorry Pamela.” I’m out of here.” She tossed her napkin on the table, grabbed her purse, and stepped over the chain link fence, separating the patio from the sidewalk, her heels tapping on the concrete as she trotted away.
Pamela slumped in her chair. “For heaven’s sakes.”
“You gonna go after ______?” Paul asked Steve.
“No.” He chugged the beer, dropped the empty mug back to the table, and took off.
“Damn, the sexual tension that flows off them is stifling.” Jake rubbed Pamela’s hand. “Are you okay?”
Jot down the missing word. And don’t forget to check caitjarrod.com for the next site.
About The Author
Cait Jarrod
As a child, I entertained myself for hours playing pretend, but not with dolls and such. I created stories and pictured them in my mind, sometimes even acted them out, my well preserved secret until now. I spent years after leaving school trying to figure out my niche. Not being a literary enthusiast, I never thought my childhood pastime would lead in this direction.
In life, one door closes and another opens, so I’m told. This was true for me. I lost my mother, my best friend, to cancer. After a year without her, I picked up her favorite hobby…reading. After one book, a romantic suspense, I was hooked. In the past, I’d fall asleep after a few minutes of reading. Now, books rank up there with a good red wine. It didn’t take long for my childhood muse to come back in adult version urging me to put the scenes in my head on paper.
Why do I write romantic suspense? I love writing and creating the meet-cue (the point where the hero and heroine meet) to the blossoming of the romance. Add a suspenseful plot or a good mystery to the equation and the perfect book is born to curl up to and lose yourself in, taking you away from reality, troubles.
I hope I have provided you with the escape similar to the ones I conjured in childhood and rediscovered as an adult, and I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I have loved creating them.
Cait’s debut novel, Kidnapped Hearts, won awards in the categories of Best Happily Ever After and Best Suspense.
Cait lives in Virginia with her husband and three daughters.
(If you’d like to contact Cait to say hi, share a story, or make a comment, click here.)
February 17, 2014
But is it love? The low down on these first kisses
Woohoo. Shehanne included me in this fine collection of steamy, first kisses. Ladies, enjoy!
Originally posted on shehanne moore:
All right, so it’s that day. You know the one we either love, hate or dread, depending on how we’re placed.
February 14, 2014
Ava Stone fans: Review of A Scandalous Past
Review: A Scandalous Past
by Ki Pha
Note: Ki Pha is a guest reviewer for Coffee Talk Writers. This review was originally posted on doingsomereading.wordpress.com
A Regency Historical Novel – Book Four of the Scandalous Series…
After years of abuse at the hands of her mother, Cordelia Avery knows the only way out is marriage to the perfect man. A man who will allow her all the freedom she has ever craved. And she has the perfect man picked out. The scandalous Marquess of Haversham might not be perfect to anyone else, but taking the man’s black reputation under consideration, Cordie believes she’ll enjoy all the freedom she’s always wished for in his disreputable arms. If only she could get her heart to go along with the plan and to stop leaping whenever Lord Adonis…er…the Earl of Clayworth is nearby. But the very proper earl is most assuredly the wrong sort for her purposes.
Brendan Reese, the Earl of Clayworth, has no intention of ever marrying again. He’s still trying to clean up the mess his first wife left him, even years after her death. To all the world, Clayworth is the epitome of the perfect English gentleman, and he so wishes that image was the truth. But the truth, as it often can be, is ugly. After all, a perfect English gentleman would never have a traitor for a mother. And unless Clayworth can find the evidence his late wife hid, he could face the gallows himself. But a chance encounter with the reckless Cordelia Avery gives him the best lead he’s had in years to finally putting his family’s past to rest. Unfortunately, focusing on anything other than Miss Avery seems a nearly impossible task.
REVIEW
A Scandalous Past (Scandalous book #4) By Ava Stone
Audible Narrated by Stevie Zimmerman
Published: 2011 Publisher: Night Shift Publishing POV: Third person
Setting: London and Derbyshire, England; 1814
Wow! I was really surprised by this book! I got an audio version and gosh it was fantastic.
This was filled with lots of action, humor plus suspense. I was surprised there were some POVs from the secondary characters. It was great to have a view into their heads/thoughts and a different perspective.
So our heroine, Cordie, is miserable without her best friend Olivia (Livvie). Ever since Livvie created a scandal and got married to the Duke of Keltfield, her mother has banned her from seeing Livvie ever again. So Cordie is banned and practically imprisoned in her home except when being dragged to teas and boring social events. She endures endless reprimands at the hands of her mother. Everything Cordie does is wrong. Not being pretty enough, not catching a gentleman, dancing with the wrong dude, talking with people beneath them… yady yady yada. She’s always getting backlashed from her mother’s blundering mouth. The worst possible person ever!!! And there is a secret too!!! Argh~ I was so not seeing that coming and hated her even more! She should be punished by the hands of Cordie’s husband! But anyways….
That’s why Cordie decided to find a mate, and fast! After ditching a certain Captain seeking for her hand, she planned to find a husband just like Livvie’s; a rogue, a rake, a man whore! She will finally then get her freedom and do as she pleases and get to see her friend without being dictated and controlled. But when she meets the Earl of Clayworth, everything about him is wrong. He doesn’t know his deceased wife was her elder sister’s best-friend! He is a controlling, scrooge, stuck up, uninteresting but very very handsome; Lord Adonis! She knows he’ll never give her the freedom she craves and from what she’s heard, he’s a cold and heartless man! He will never do. But Marcus, the Marquess of Haversham is a wildrake, full of passion and energy, and will do immensely. She will get her fill of adventure and freedom when she marries him. At least that’s what she thinks.
Our hero Brandon, the Earl of Clayworth, is broken and has demons of his own. Plus he has a sister and nephew to look after and is happily widowed. Except for fruitless search for his mother’s traitorous letters his dead wife spoke of. First, he must find ‘the Lion’ who supposedly holds the letters Second, will “they” return the letters to him once he found them? And now the Little minx, Miss Avery, is catching his attention and not in a good way.
She’s interesting and the first lady to ever diss him, and for that overbearing rake Haversham! But she holds the clues to his lost letters and he’ll use any means to get them back. He just wasn’t expecting to fall so hard for her during his time escorting (and stalking) her. But she makes things very difficult indeed, being wild and all.I love how Brandon is very protective of Cordie even though she hates him. He’s not going to stop shadowing her; she keeps putting her life in danger with scandalous and compromising situations. He’s focused and determined and well, I love it when he’s jealous because of Haversham.
However, Cordie can get on my nerves when it comes to annoying Brandon with her escapades. But then Cordie is a very bold and determined character. She’s not going to fall prey to her true feelings for Brandon because she knows he’ll never give her leeway if they’re married. Although she feels for Marcus (Haversham) and wants to be with him for “good” reasons, her feelings towards Brandon are even more dangerous every time he’s around her. I found that very fascinating because she really likes Marcus when they first meet. There was an immediate attraction between the two, which gave me pause and confused me at the same, because I didn’t know who was going to be the hero. That and the POVs of Cordie, Brandon, and Marcus got my mind swirling. They worked but I thought it was going to be some ménage or something because both dudes wanted the girl and well, she liked or was confused with both dudes.
I can honestly say that I was hating Marcus as the story hit the halfway point. I really loved him in the beginning and then when he admits his feeling towards Cordie, I was lost. Like the heroin, I didn’t know whom to love more, Marcus or Brandon?! But as the story went o,n I just wanted him to leave and do as he promised: wait till Brandon was through with his two weeks with Cordie. SPOILER: And then that scene when he brought Cordie to his house and his reaction when she bailed!!! I thought I was going to have to beat him up, especially with his own secret out! Sheeesh~ But my love came back around for him because well, he was a gentleman to the every end, so it’s all good and repaired.
Maybe my anger should be directed at Cordie. Even in her naiveté, she was leading the poor man on a leash. She was pretty good at making herself look, err act…. experienced in the realm of flirting and…… such….. This is what caught Marcus in the first place. If only he knew! But I really did like Cordie and her witty, humorous banters and thoughts. I wouldn’t do as she did but it was practical, I guess. What I found hilarious was when she didn’t know what the “bulge” was when Brandon kissed her. It was the out most hilarious thing ever!
Oh, the lovable secondary characters. If you didn’t read the past 3 books you might not know who they are or how huge of a role they play in the series. But they were a fabulous bunch of guests and really did have a great part in driving this story forward.
There is a suspense element to the story concerning the letters and Brandon’s ex-wife’s secret, but the main focus is on the courting and growing relationship between Brandon and Cordie. Brandon did forget about those two troubles because of his determination to get Cordie but all is well.
So over all, this was a very enjoyable read and listen. And well, Stevie Zimmerman with her accented narration of the book is just fantastic! I wouldn’t mind listening to her read more Regency romances.
This audiobook was won as a gift by the author.
5 Mugs from CT – A sip of divinity, very near perfection.
AVA STONE
The author of several Regency Noir Romances, Ava Stone first fell in love with Mr. Darcy, Jane Austen and Regency England at the age of twelve. And in the years since, that love has never diminished. If she isn’t writing Regency Era romance, she can be found reading it.
Her best-selling Scandalous Series is filled with witty humor and centers around the friends and family of the Machiavellian-like Lady Staveley, exploring deep themes but with a light touch. A single mother, Ava lives outside Raleigh NC, but she travels extensively, always looking for inspiration for new stories and characters in the various locales she visits.
Together with Tammy Falkner, Ava makes up 1/2 of the Lydia Dare Paranormal Regency writing team.
Feel free to contact her at ava@avastoneauthor.com
Picture and author bio taken from Julia Quinn’s Amazon author page:
http://www.amazon.com/Ava-Stone/e/B005VUIJB6/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
If you liked this review, visit Ki Pha at doingsomereading.wordpress.com
February 9, 2014
Winter Night Scavenger Hunt
SCAVENGER LIST:
Cute White Puppy in a Cup
Leaves with the word LOVE cut into them
Dish of Colorful Candies
A Pencil with a note that says “You Make My Heart Glow“
Heart shaped pocket watch hanging in the trees.
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February 4, 2014
The Gals of Coffee Talk
Welcome to the Scavenger Hunt and February Cover Wars sponsored by Masquerade Crews. Can you find the answer to one of the questions on my page? Hint: look to the right.
Yes, I’m going to blow my own horn, or rather that of my author group. Coffee Talk is my fan club, support group and my closest online friends. These gals have pushed me when writer’s block hit. They took me by the hand and pulled me into the world of social media (sometimes kicking and screaming.) We help each other through rough times, personal and professional, and shout out our successes louder than our own family members.
And to sweeten the deal, they are some of the most talented new authors I have read in the past year.
No one can understand the trials and tribulations of an author like another author. After spending an hour getting that paragraph just right, my husband smiles and says “That’s nice.” My Coffee Talk girls say, “Post it. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Or “Woohoo! Love it when a scene comes together.”
When my first novelette, Merry Christmas, Henry, hit Amazon, my family members and close friends each dutifully bought a copy. (Except for my mother who bought tried to for Christmas.) My author group shared it on Facebook, blogged and tweeted it to the heavens. My sales showed it. There is nothing better than having your own personally invested Street Team promoting you. Through the supreme efforts of the Coffee Talk Writers, my first publication reached so many readers it won Best Short Romance of 2013 in the E&P Readers Poll.
We first met in Scribophile, an online writing community. Critiquing relationships grew into friendships. Soon we established a blog together. After a year of collaboration, we have established an active website that is a regular stop with Book Monster Tours. We showcase authors through spotlights, interviews and book reviews. With careful recruiting, we added nine reviewers to our site. Our members will soon have a dozen published works between us. Quite an accomplishment. And we’re just get starting. Our new website is almost up and running. Keep an eye us: our site will be offering more services throughout 2014.
So aspiring authors, want my advice? Find yourself a group of dedicated, like-minded writers. Support each other, share your talents and see how far you can go.
Coffee Talk Publications
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Coming Soon:
Fatal Desire (Book 2 in the Guardian Series) by Valerie Twombly New release in March 2014
Between the Waters – Symphony of Light (Book 2) by Renea Mason
Second Wife by Kishan Paul
Magnificent Valor by Aubrey Wynne
It’s Your Love by Isabella Harper
KCAEC by Michaela Miles
A very special thanks and my undying gratitude to our social media guru Michaela Miles.
