September 30, 2012

Hearts and Fangs Everywhere @ejkolodziej

Witch Devotions.

Turning over the blog to author Elizabeth J Kolodziej today. Enjoy the ride!

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Hello everyone! I am Elizabeth J. Kolodziej, author of the Last Witch Series and lover of kittens and puppies. I must say that with the third book coming out I have come a long way from where I was in 2009. Yes, 3 years seems like a very short period, but I personally think there are 3 regular human years and 3 long author years.
The Last Witch Series has been my baby because it was something I grew from nothing. It now has two novellas connected to the series, was in brick and morter

Barnes and Noble stores, got great reviews from places like Readers Favorite and Reader Views and I think it is still going places. In fact, I don’t think a series really starts to pick up until the third book comes out.

I did a poll once around five months ago asking regular people when they began reading a series. The answer? When the third book comes out and they know the reader is serious about their writing career. I can’t say I don’t feel similar considering the boom of self published authors out there who believe they want this for a career. However, most don’t seem to register how much work goes into being an author, traditionally published or indie.
With the thrd book out I have been asked if this is the last book and where I want to go from here. The answer? The Last Witch Series has at least two-three more books to go until it ends. Maybe more. Truthfully, I would like to make it an eight book series. Why? Eight is my lucky number. Go figure.
However, the beauty in this is I have now grown so much as an author that I am seeing the beauty in dabbling in other genres. For instance, I have created the zombiepunk series. I pray to have Gravely Inanimated out by the end of the year, or if anything early next year. Steampunk is a fun genre (I really love the clothes!) and not only that but italso  gives me a whole new arena of people to talk to and meet.
Also, there are my erotica books like, Demon Protection Plan, where I can be a little more naughty and have more freedom in how graphic I get with the sexual content. That is a whole other sort of lovely readers I get to meet and know.
Elizabeth J. Kolodziej
What genre is next? I have no idea. I always said I would never write zombies, but look at my steampunk book. So maybe I will write a little scifi. The point is after three plus years I have learned to keep my mind open to new and different writing. The way I write a book for Last Witch is totally different from the way I do it for ZombiePunk. In my opinion, one is more intricate and detailed than the other. That isn’t to say you get something more out of one book, you will just end up reading a different kind of style. And that’s ok! Different is not a bad thing and trying something new only brings out more ideas.
I am proud that I have come as far as I have in these past three years and I hope to keep going further. It is my fans I have to thank for being able to keep on going along with the tons and tons of marvelous writing friends I meet. I am in this for the marathon, not the sprint. You will continue to see me everywhere you go.

Hearts and Fangs,
Liz ^_^

September 29, 2012

Character Interview: Gwynn Powell @Wildwords2

Whisper of Time.

Today's guest interview is with Gwynn Powell, from the book The Whisper of Time, by Ute Carbone. We'll start with a bit about the book, look at an excerpt, and jump straight into the interview from there.
Book title: The Whisper of Time
Author: Ute Carbone
Genre: Time Travel Romance
Publisher: Whispers Publishing
Cover artist: Elaina
Length: 67 pages
Heat rating: Sweet/Sensual
Tagline: Love Beyond the Bonds of Time
Blurb: When fate offers Gwynn Powell a chance to start over, she jumps at the chance. Laid off and living with a husband whose gambling problem has eaten through a good part of their savings, Gwynn buys a farmhouse sight unseen, leaving both her marriage and her old home behind.
But fate has more in mind for Gwynn than just a new home. The farmhouse, tucked away in the Green Mountains of Vermont where even GPS can’t find it, is also a step back in time. And Slate Peck, the farm’s caretaker and part owner, is tied to Gwynn’s destiny in ways she never expected.
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Gwynn Powell, 28, veterinarian, Slate Peck, 28, farmer
It figured that I would get lost. Kyle was always telling me I had a terrible sense of direction. “Turn left,” I would say, and he would answer “Which left, Gwynn, yours or mine?” I used to think everything Kyle said was charming.
I’d since found out that Kyle, like GPS, had a limited range. Out here, in the middle of Vermont farm country, my GPS had stopped functioning. A signal kept insisting the phone was searching for a satellite, but it was becoming pretty clear that the satellite was nowhere to be found. It was hiding, perhaps, from the snippy woman’s voice that commanded me to turn left when I wanted to turn right.
Luckily, the real estate agent had given me directions. I’d scribbled them down on the back of an envelope and was now trying to decode them. The agent’s name was Vera Applegate, which I thought sounded like Vermont. I could almost hear Kyle, “What, exactly, does Vermont sound like?” And I might try and explain that it sounded like rolling green hills and stone fences and cows lying under huge old maple trees. None of it would have made sense to Kyle.
“Take route 153 from West Rupert town center and turn left on Witches Hollow Road,” I read aloud. My bulldog Tyrone cocked his head from where he sat in the passenger seat of the VW bug. “I know, right? Which was town center, the shopping plaza or that quaint green with the historical marker and the gazebo? And how far from town center?” Tyrone lost interest in my pondering and went back to doing what he does best, sticking his head out the window and letting the wind blow his jowls back. Miss Kitty, my tabby, was pacing the back seat with a bad case of nerves. I’d let her out of her carrier back in Saratoga, because she had been yowling. She had stopped complaining aloud, though the prowl wasn’t much better. I kept waiting for her to land on top of my head so that she could navigate.
The road wound this way and that through the hills. I had slowed to a crawl, nearly coming to a stop at each intersection to read the road signs. Some of them looked like they had been posted in the eighteenth century and never updated and some were missing all together. An old truck, that looked like something out of the fifties, with a huge toothy grill, eased up behind me, the grill nearly kissing my VW’s back bumper. I hate tailgaters, so in defiance I slowed even more. The truck beeped, making Miss Kitty jump and then the driver throttled up the engine and roared past me. I caught a glimpse of a nice looking sandy-haired man with a Jack Russell terrier on his lap. In that instant, I got the notion that the dog was driving the car.
“Don’t get any bright ideas,” I said to Tyrone. I went back to searching for Witches Hollow Road. A wonderful name, isn’t it? I could picture a trio of old crones stirring a steaming black cauldron, throwing in mysterious ingredients like eye of newt and chanting spells.
That the farm was on Witches Hollow Road was only one in a long list of features which made me take the leap and buy the place. I could hear Kyle saying it was an impulsive thing to do. At least it wasn’t compulsive, I argued back to his voice in my head.
I had, on the trip from Manhattan, scripted out the whole of the argument we’d have when he found out what I’d done. He would storm into the farm kitchen (lots of sunlight, wide oak plank floor), take the bowl of muffin batter from me and ask “Have you gone stark raving?”
And I would take the batter back, and calm as you please I’d start putting it into muffin tins. “I need a change. This is a change,” I would say.
“Who buys a farm sight unseen?” Kyle’s mouth would be set tight, his hazel eyes squinched together.
“It’s an investment.”
An investment. I loved that part. It’s what Vera Applegate said after I’d called for information on the too-good-to-be-true classified in the Sunday Times. Old Homestead. Needs some TLC. There had been a picture next to the ad, the farmhouse like something out of a picture book, an old barn sitting on an emerald meadow. Twenty Acres. Small private pond. I was enchanted.
I’d been looking at estate sales for a long time. Each week, I’d open the Times and imagine what it would be like to live in the rambling Gothic in Portland Maine, the brick row-house on Beacon Hill in Boston, the painted lady on Martha’s Vineyard. Window shopping is what it had been, a Sunday morning pastime in the tiny basement apartment on Tenth Avenue.
“We love the city,” Kyle would say when I pointed out the cedar-shingled beach house in Hampton. “And we could never afford it.”
He was right. We couldn’t have afforded any of them. And they would have stayed tight in my imagination if I hadn’t seen the price on Auld Lang Farm. I thought it was a typo.
When I called Vera, price was the first thing I asked about. “We can get you financing. You would only need five percent down.”
I quoted the price again. “Is that right?”
“Sticker shock.” I could hear Vera chuckle through the phone lines. “We’ll run through the numbers and find a way.”
I hadn’t the heart to tell her that I didn’t think it expensive. Quite the opposite. I began to wonder what was wrong with it. “It needs a little work, updating,” Vera said. “Nothing too daunting.”
I pondered the house for a week. I even asked my friend Gloss to do a Tarot reading. “Big changes in your future,” Gloss announced.
“What kind of changes?”
“I see a farmhouse. Somewhere pastoral. And a man. Ooh, he’s your destiny. The love of your life.”
This was spooky. I hadn’t told Gloss about Vermont. “Kyle is the love my life.”
Gloss shook her head. Her earrings- a string of silver hearts- began to chime. “Never was never will be.” Gloss had advised me not to marry Kyle. She insisted that he was no way no how the man I was supposed to be with.
“I’m still married, you know.”
“You shouldn’t be.” I had never believed her, though a sliver of doubt about my future with Kyle had found its way into my brain.
That in itself might have been enough to convince me to buy the farm. But the universe wasn’t through throwing signals. A few days later, I was told Bow and Meow, the veterinary clinic where I worked, was closing. My boss, Ted Carlin, was going to retire.
“You’re a damn fine vet, Gwynn. You’ll find another job.” With that scant bit of reassurance, Ted handed me a list of places where he thought I could apply. Most were in the city, but one, right at the bottom of the list, was in Rupert, Vermont. A Dr. Henry Bolger was looking for a partner. It didn’t register at first.
“Rupert?” I asked Ted.
“In Western Vermont, near New York I think.”
Then it dawned on me. Auld Lang Farm was in Rupert! How much of a coincidence was that?
Though I still wasn’t convinced, mostly because I wasn’t sure I could talk Kyle into moving to Vermont. He was a fireman with the NYFD and he wasn’t likely to give up his job. Just the same, I called Dr. Bolger. I figured I might as well cover my bases.
“Cornell, huh?”
“Yup. I’ve been working in New York City.”
“I’m a Brooklyn boy myself.” We talked for quite a few more minutes and after that, Dr. Bolger said. “Well, you want the job or not?”
My heart was pounding. Did I want the job? “Sleep on it,” Dr. Bolger suggested.
Sleep? How was I to sleep with the universe making such a racket?
Though how was I to convince Kyle? The universe, it seemed, had an answer for that as well. Sometimes, fate can hit you over the head so hard it hurts.

Interview with Gwynn Powell

Tell us about yourself. What are you like?
I love animals, which is why I became a vet. I have two pets of my own, a dog and a cat. I like to seize the moment and I believe in living for today.
What do you think is your strongest point? I’m pretty good at “rolling with the punches” and turning to do whatever it is life hands me.
Do you have a weakness? (If so, what do you think it is? What does your lover think it is? What does your enemy think it is?)
I sometimes jump into things without thinking things through. I’m pretty sure others would agree.
What drives you to do the things you do? What makes you want to be the "good guy?"
I trust my gut. A lot. So I tend to go with it. I want to be content in my life, I want that for the people I love also.
What's your favorite guilty pleasure?
Hmm, I really like baking. It’s something I’m new to and still learning. I baked muffins the other day. Next up, I might try some bread. Sky’s the limit!
If you didn't know how old you were how old would you be?
A lot older I guess. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been around for the better part of forever.
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
The woman who found timeless love.
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
Oh, I love where I’ve moved to. The farm in Vermont is a dream come true. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but right here.
What song would best describe your life?
Hmm, probably “You and I will meet again” by Tom Petty.
If you were a tool, what would people use you to do?
Let’s see… I would be mixer. A hand mixer used to blend things together and make something delicious.
Picture yourself as a store. Considering your personality and lifestyle, what type of products would be sold there?
Oh, that one’s easy. I’d be an Agway, with lots of food and supplies for pets and farm animals.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
I loved reading—my favorite books were about animals.
Tell us an embarrassing story that has to do with a pet. If you have no pets, a story about a significant other will do. ^_^
My cat, Miss Kitty, once jumped onto my head while I was driving and nearly caused an accident.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Do not shake.
Please Fill in the Blanks
I love pizza with mushrooms and peppers.
I'm always ready for anything!
When I'm alone, I tend to daydream a lot. I also talk to my pets and the animals on the farm.
You'd never be able to tell, but I’m pretty tough when I need to be.
If I had a halo it would be silver and very sparkly.
If I could fly I'd do it.
I can never leave the farm because my heart (and love) is here.
Books by Ute Carbone

About the Author

I'm a novelist and sometimes poet who lives in Southern New Hampshire. I’ve been married to the same great guy for a lot of years. We have two grown sons. I love hiking, skiing, and generally communing with nature. I'm a big fan of chocolate, theater, and really good stories.

Previous Books

Blueberry Truth—a novel about two people wanting a baby and a little girl who needs a family
The P-Town Queen—a romantic comedy about an oceanographer trying to get back to her research and her relationship with a man who’s hiding from the mob by pretending to be gay

Books Coming Soon

Afterglow (January 2013) A romantic comedy about an older woman who is getting divorced and needs to get her life back on track and the younger man who helps her do it.
Searching for Superman(June 2013) A romantic comedy about a woman looking for the love of a superhero and a man who dresses up like one.
I’ll be Seeing You (July 2013) a short story trilogy of three generations of women and the men they love
Sweet Lenora (July 2013) a historical romance novella, part of Champagne Book’s Dark Heroes series, about a young woman who stows away on a clipper ship and the dark and daring ship’s captain.
Leave a comment to win a copy of my romantic comedy, The P-Town Queen.

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September 28, 2012

Suspense: A Fist Full of Ashes @rannsiracusa

Fist Full of Ashes.
Welcome to Romance Lives Forever, Ann. Tell us about your book, All for a Fist Full of Ashes.
Author: R Ann Siracusa
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Breathless Press
Cover artist: Staci Perkins
Length (words): 97K
Heat rating: PG, sensuous with a few explicit sex scenes,
Tagline: A young tour director and a handsome spy take a fast-paced romantic romp through Italy in pursuit of a lost grave, an assassin, and a once-in-a-lifetime love.
I’m Harriet Ruby: Tour Director Extraordinaire. At least, I thought I was worthy of that title, until…
My first mistake: Agreeing to conduct a private tour of Italy. Fourteen Italian-Americans from New Jersey? All family, for three weeks, with four teenagers? What was I thinking? Fate responds to my engraved invitation by placing one of the family under surveillance as a suspect in an assassination plot, and who is assigned to the case? None other than my favorite drop-dead-gorgeous spy, Will Talbot.
My second mistake: Allowing Will to coax an invitation from the family matriarch to join the tour.
And that was just the beginning. The matriarch, searching for the unknown location of her mother's grave so she can bury her brother’s cremated ashes (which have been smuggled into Italy wrapped in Cuban cigars), and her quirky family members sweep through Italy leaving chaos, hilarity, and danger in their wake.
What are your main characters' names?
Harriet Ruby and Will Talbot
Heroine, 25; Hero, 34
Harriet is a Tour Director for Adventure Seekers Travel in Rome
Will is a Europol undercover spy and an ex-Special Forces contract operative for the US government.
Tell us about your latest book, including its genre. Does it cross over to other genres? If so, what are they?
All For A Fist Full Of Ashes is the second novel in a romantic suspense series entitled Tour Director Extraordinaire. The lead characters are the same in each book, but the romance moves to a new level in each, while the external spy story is resolved.
I'd say this is cross-genre because it is more than 50% suspense and less than 50% romance. It's also humor. I could never sell to conventional romance publishers because my work is too action/story driven.
Meet Harriet Ruby, Tour Director Extraordinaire
Dead Man's Leg
She’s an intelligent, well-balanced but over-trusting young woman whose biggest problem is that she doesn’t have any real problems. For twenty-four years, her life has been good but predictable and ordinary. In book 1(All For A Dead Man's Leg), Harriet takes a position as a tour director in Europe, but instead of being a trainee, she is responsible for a small group touring Spain and Morocco. All goes well until she and her group get lost in the medina in Tangier…and one of her tourists dies.
Will Talbot, a handsome stranger and Europol spy in disguise, offers to help her smuggle the body out of Morocco. At that moment, Harriet’s once-predictable life turns upside down and will never be the same again.
Little does she know that getting out of Morocco is only the beginning.
Meet Will Talbot, Mysterious Spy
Tall, dark and to-die-for gorgeous, this spy and ex-Special Forces contract operative for the US government has a troubled past, huge issues with trust and guilt, and a calling to rescue innocent victims.
He’s everything perfect on the outside that a principled spy should be—intelligent, intense, self-diciplined, creative and intuitive, and with a great sense of humor to boot—definitely larger than life. But vulnerable on the inside and out of touch with his emotions.
Nothing in his action-filled, dangerous existence could have prepared him for Harriet Ruby.
Water And Fire
Harriet and Will’s intense magnetic attraction to each other creates a volatile combination. Together, they experience hilarious misadventures, great sex, and life-threatening journeys in pursuit of murderers, smugglers, terrorists, and a once-in-a-lifetime love.
All For A Fist Full Of Ashes
In Book 2 Will and Harriet have been seeing each other for a year and have agreed to a no-strings attached, sexual relationship, but there’s no denying the feelings are far more than casual.
They come together on the job in Italy. Harriet is conducting a private tour of Italy for an Italian-American family (fourteen relatives, for three weeks, with four teenagers). What was she thinking? Will has one of the family members under surveillance as a suspect in an assassination plot. He convinces the family matriarch to let him travel with the tour.
The family matriarch, searching for the unknown location of her mother's grave so she can bury her brother's cremated ashes (which have been smuggled into Italy wrapped in Cuban cigars), and her quirky family members sweep through Italy leaving chaos, hilarity, and danger in their wake.
How do you come up with ideas?
My inspiration is world travel. My initial interest in traveling came about because, being an architect, I was interested in how earlier cultures expressed their values, ideas, religion, and social customs in the buildings they built. I never expected travel and writing to come together, but they did. Now, when I travel, I look for unique things about the location or culture and try to imagine what might happen under those circumstances that wouldn't happen elsewhere.
When I read a book, I want to go places I haven’t been and do things I’ve never done. I want to be someone else. When I write, I want to share with readers the incredible wealth of culture and tradition, of architecture and scenery, from other countries that I’ve been fortunate enough experience. So most of my stories take place in other parts of the world where I’ve traveled.
Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, outline, or...?
Usually something I see, hear, or read sparks an idea. For example, when I took a hot air balloon flight over northern San Diego County, we were drifting silently over huge and expensive residential estates. Very remote. Suddenly we came over the tops of some trees and startled several people on the ground below us who never heard us coming. They were so close I could read the expressions of surprise on their faces. And I thought, what would happen if a person was taking their first solo hot-air-balloon flight and came upon someone burying a body? (That’s one I’m going to write someday.)
Once I have an idea how the novel begins and a general idea of the ending, I think about what kinds of characters would be engaged by these circumstances, and come up with my lead characters.
I write four or five pages of back story, delving into the circumstances which lead up to the inciting incident. This is when I might do some initial research regarding real incidents I want to use. Some of the back story it is the characters' background, but not like the character profiles some writers use. Sometime pieces of the back story show up in the actual novel, most of it doesn't. It is information I need to write the story, but the reader doesn't.
After that, I prepare a one page outline that looks like a calendar – one box for each chapter, one sentence about what happens in each of the scenes in the chapter. Like a Story Board. Only the essential actions needed to move the story forward. "Joe kills Marcia." I identify the plot points in the chapter boxes. Many authors use 3x5 cards instead, so the chapters/scenes can be rearranged at will to try out other ways to play out the story.
Then, I actually start writing. Things change along the way, and sometimes they change enough that I have to change the story board. Most of the time, it's figuring out how Joe is going to kill Marcia and what happens when he does.
If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
You mean, besides telling myself, “You’re nuts!”? Well, it would be very hard to limit my advice to one or two things, since I have a long list. And, truth be known, I probably wouldn’t have listened. I’m sure I heard these words of wisdom from others along the way.
First, I’d convince myself that my calling was to be a writer and not to put it off but start writing right away, which would include learning the craft, writing every day, and networking with other writers.
Second, my advice would be “Run away from home!” Advice which wouldn’t have been practical or possible but might have prepared me for the difficult task of juggling even more plates in the air than I already had. The important thing is to set aside the time to write and stick with it, in spite of your family and your job. Don’t allow interruptions, even if it’s only fifteen minutes a day.
Third, learn to write anywhere. Always have something with you and use whatever time is available to write.
Fourth, learn to “write by the rules” first. When you master them, then you can break the rules by making conscious choices. Bottom line: Most of us have to pay our dues.
Fifth, learn to take and use criticism, don’t get discouraged, and be persistent.
Sixth, prepare a career plan.
Are your stories driven by plot or character?
My novels are about 60% plot and 40% character driven. I find it hard to separate plot and character. To me, fiction is all about people reacting to circumstances and each affecting the other. If I put one set of characters into a given situation or story idea, it becomes this novel. But if I put different characters into the same situation, it will end up a different novel because they react differently. The characters’ reactions, in turn, affect the action/plot. Chicken and egg.
Family Secrets
What do you hope readers take with them after reading your work?
In my romantic suspense series, I want the reader to be transported to an interesting place in the world with exciting characters doing things and having experiences the readers wouldn't have in their own real lives. In that process, I hope they'll have fun and a good laugh or two and, at the same time, learn something about other countries and cultures. I want them to feel like they've been there. Nothing deep or profound, just fun, fast-paced, and sexy. An escape from the real world.
I can do deep, profound, and emotion-wrenching novels, but those aren't romances.
List two authors we would find you reading when taking a break from your own writing.
Dick Francis and Katie MacAlister. I aspire to write like a combination of those two authors. LOL
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
It's The Journey That Counts
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
Half the time where I live now (in San Diego) and half the time in Rome. Rome is still my favorite city. I know that's, in part, because I fell in love and got married there, but it's also a great place to live.
What song would best describe your life?
I'm not sure the whole song describes my life, but the title does.
I Wouldn't Have Missed It For The World.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
Chasing the boys at recess (that was in grammar school).
Tell us an embarrassing story that has to do with a pet. If you have no pets, a story about a significant other will do.
This is a story about someone else's pet and my husband. Jerry, a friend of my two sons who lived about a block away, had a dog named Lady. Lady defied every effort to keep her locked in the back yard, and she really loved chasing things. She followed Jerry everywhere.
One Sunday morning my husband was out watering the front lawn and along came a neighbor riding her bicycle. And in her wake, nipping at her ankles and barking, came Lady.
My husband squirted water at the dog (and of course hit the woman, too) and yells, "Hey, Lady. Why don't you go home?"
Of course, the woman thought he meant her, not the dog. For years afterward, until we moved away, every time she and her husband drove past our house, she would point at it. You could tell by the way her mouth moved and her expression that she was saying unkind things about my husband's rude behavior.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Caution: Hazardous to your health.
If I was a first time reader of your books, which one would you recommend I start with and why?
You could start either with Family Secrets: A Vengeance of Tears, which is a stand-alone historical (WWII) Mafia thriller. Or, if someone wants to read the Tour Director Extraordinaire series (romantic suspense) it's better to start with Book 1 – All For A Dead Man's Leg.
Please Fill in the Blanks
I love pizza with pepperoni.
I'm always ready for bed. It used to be because of the sex, now it's because I'm old and tired. How life changes!
When I'm alone, I write, quilt, or read…well, sometimes I try to catch up on housework.
You'd never be able to tell, but I enjoy opera and classical music as much as I enjoy today's rock music and riding a quad in the desert.
If I had a halo, it would be pretty lopsided.
If I could make the best seller list, I'd drop dead of shock (and delight).
I can never know if there are planets in other galaxies with intelligent life because I'm not likely to live that long.
My Booklist
All For A Dead Man's Leg – Book 1 in the romantic suspense series Tour Director Extraordinaire
First Date – Short Story 1 in the romantic suspense series Tour Director Extraordinaire
All For A Fist Full Of Ashes – Book 2 in the romantic suspense series Tour Director Extraordinaire
Family Secrets: A Vengeance of Tears
Books Coming Soon
Halloween in the Catacombs – Short Story 2 in the Tour Director Extraordinaire Series
A free read coming in October
Destruction of the Great Wall – Book 3 in the Tour Director Extraordinaire Series
Coming in November
All In The Game
Sci Fi Romance – Coming in November
R Ann Siracusa
First Christmas Follies – Short Story 3 in the Tour Director Extraordinaire Series
A free read coming in December
All For Spilled Blood – Book 4 in the Tour Director Extraordinaire Series
Coming in February 2013
I'll be having a contest in relation to my two releases in November. It will be a drawing for a B&N or Amazon gift certificate and some other prizes including ebooks. Details to be announced.
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September 26, 2012

Viki Lyn: Lover's Trill @VikiLynRomance

Lover's Trill.
Welcome to Romance Lives Forever, Viki. Let's talk about your book!
Title: Lover’s Trill
Author: Viki Lyn
Genre: M/M contemporary romance
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Cover artist: Kelly Shorten
Length: 19,602
Heat rating: 4
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Tagline: Classical and rock come together in perfect harmony but violinist, Andre, finds his trust in Leo tested. The rock star must prove his loyalty by using their one common passion – music – to bind their hearts.
Rocker Leo needs a break. From the band, roadies, everything related to his present life. Wandering the streets of Vienna, he chances upon a poster that just might change his life. Andre Revele, renowned violinist, and Leo’s ex-lover, is performing in the city. It’s been years since Leo slipped out of Andre’s life, but he’s never forgotten their passionate love of music and each other.
Andre is shocked when Leo shows up backstage after his performance. He is angry, but he can’t walk away. Against his better judgment, he invites Leo to his hotel for a drink. Not sure what he wants from Leo, he knows what his body wants. A night of passionate sex leads to another, until he’s lost his heart to Leo again.
When Andre finds his trust in Leo tested, Leo must prove his loyalty by using their one common passion – music – to bind their hearts.
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Leo, late twenties, rocker
Andre, late twenties, concert violinist


Lover’s Trill, included in More Love Notes, copyright 2012, Musa Publishing
Happy to wander aimlessly, Leo slipped his hands into his fleeced-lined jacket. Living in LA, he forgot how cold it could be in February. He turned the corner and sputtered to a halt. Staring at the poster pasted to the side of a building, he didn’t need to read the name spelled in bold letters across the poster to know who it was. He could never forget that face in rapture — when playing or getting off. Music and sex had invoked the same feelings in Andre Revele. Passion was passion, and that man always had both in spades.
The black and white picture showed Andre playing the violin. Numbness swept across Leo as he stared at Andre caressing the bow in those slender-fingered hands — such artistic hands on a large man. It had been love at first sight — or at least lust — when Leo had walked into the practice room.
Out of Bounds
He could still remember a youthful Andre, not quite grown into his robust physique, as he played the last stanza of Bach’s Concerto in E. The violin’s notes had faded into magic dust, the music echoing in the atmosphere long after the performance was over. Bright green eyes peered through dark lashes and sensual pouty lips morphed into a shy smile. That’s all it took for the seed of love to be planted in Leo’s musical heart.
He scanned the poster for the dates of the virtuoso’s concert. Tomorrow night was the last performance. Leo shuffled on his feet, unable to move away. He bit his lip and traced He bit his lip and traced the image of Andre. Did he dare go?


How did you get your start in the industry?
It’s kind of a crazy story. I have an art degree and practiced my art for years. One day, I had a fit because one of my favorite television shows ended on a cliff hanger and wasn’t renewed— Caroline in the City. We all know how that feels. I was so bummed I wrote my own ending. And, I had a great time doing it. From that day forward I wrote several short fan fictions until I felt brave enough to branch out using my own characters and settings.
Also at the time, I co-owned an art gallery and gift store. I had no time to create in my studio and so I wrote stories. I fell in love with the process and was hooked on words instead of paints. I joined the local RWA chapter, got serious about writing and treating it as a business as well as a creative outlet. I took numerous writing classes. The industry is going through such a transformation that it’s an exciting time to be a writer, with a lot of opportunities.
What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
John's Match
I give myself a break when my muse takes a vacation. I used to beat myself up for not writing days at a time. Then I realized I needed the break to regenerate and refocus. It’s important for every writer to know their personal rhythm. For me, I need time to relax. I quiet the voices in my head by playing computer games, watching movies, reading, visiting with friends over coffee. When I’m rested, I’m more motivated and ideas flow more freely.
Also, I’ve made peace with using social media. Some authors are so good at it and I’m envious, but I find it difficult to tweet, blog and FB daily or even once a week! I do it but it doesn’t come easy.
If you could change something about your first book, what would it be?
My first m/m book published was Blue Skye—book one of my Woodland Village series. I’m happy to say it’s been re-edited and re-published. I changed all the little things I didn’t like about it :) There were typos that shouldn’t have seen the light of day and was embarrassing! Also, I was able to change the location of a sex scene, add deeper POV and tweak the ending. It was a good story but now it’s a great story.
If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
Don’t be afraid to take risk. I wish I had taken art classes the first time I went to college instead of ten years later. When I was younger, I didn’t give myself permission to fail.
What does "balance" mean to you as a writer?
I love to write and it’s a passion but it’s not the most important part of my life. Friends and family come first. I love so much of life— travel, art, food, sports. I can’t ignore my other interests. I have learned to incorporate all of it by lowering my writing expectations and taking a slower path toward my writing goals.
Do things your family or friends do ever end up in a book?
Yes, at least their habits do, or a certain turn of a phrase.
What are some jobs you've done before (or while) you were a writer?
Last Chance
Artist, urban planner, financial analyst, accountant, art gallery and gift shop owner
Which of your books would you recommend to someone who doesn't normally read your genre, and why?
For the past three years I’ve written exclusively male/male romance. I know many readers that might be reluctant to read about two men falling in love, but they’re so many sexy, romantic stories in this genre. If a reader doesn’t normally read the genre but wants to try it out, I recommend Blue Skye for a contemporary or Last Chance for a light paranormal. These are the first books in ongoing series. Last Chance is fun and while it has some dark moments, it’s really about Stu and Aric’s romance. It has some funny moments. Blue Skye has flawed characters with heart. And who doesn’t like childhood friends turned lovers!
What kind of books do you read when taking a break from your own writing?
I read Japanese manga (yaoi or boy’s love) and mysteries!
What do you think is the future of epublishing?
It’s changing the industry like Apple changed the way we purchase music. Digital publishing is not going away. Eventually, I see all books going to POD (print on demand) due to high paper and printing costs. It just makes sense.
Imagine you get to go on a dream vacation, but you have only one hour to pack and leave, and it starts as soon as you finish this interview. What will you take with you and where will you go?
I’d pack my carry-on bag with casual jeans, T-shirts and comfortable sandals and shoes. Slip my iPhone and passport into my purse and catch a plane to London.
What do you like to do when you're bored?
Read a favorite book or manga or watch a favorite movie.
Which statement is more like you:
"I am a vacation spa because I am laid back and relaxed."
"I am a ten-countries in ten-days tour vacation, because I do things as fast as possible."

Please Fill in the Blanks

I love pizza with mushrooms, black olives and pineapple.
I'm always ready for a vacation.
When I'm alone, I crank up my iPod and pretend I’m a lead singer of a rock band.
If I had a halo it would be held up by devil horns.
If I could go live overseas I'd jump at the chance to experience another culture.
I can never grow old because I’m mentally a kid.

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Blue Skye
Ryan’s Harbor
John’s Match
Out of Bounds
Viki Lyn
Last Chance
Fighting Chance
The Tiger Within
The Hunter Within
For The Bite Of It
Lover’s Trill

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Sins of Lust
Perceived Love
Book 2 - Exiled Vampire series


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September 24, 2012

Dreamweaver: Paranormal Romance from @TiffinieHelmer


Welcome to Romance Lives Forever, Tiffinie. Let's talk about your book!
Title: Dreamweaver
Author: Tiffinie Helmer
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Publisher: The Story Vault
Cover artist: Kelli Ann Morgan of
Length: A novella
Heat rating: Hot
Tagline: He was more than a dream…
A desperate man...
“Lucky” Leroy Morgan led a charmed life, until he was murdered. Now he’s stuck in Limbo, unwilling to move on after catching a glimpse of the future he was supposed to have and the amazing woman who was destined to be his. Using the Northern Lights as a conduit back to earth, he attempts to seduce her in her dreams, hoping to anchor himself to the physical plane. If he doesn’t win her heart, he’ll be forever lost.
A tempted woman...
Gemma Star is fairly conventional considering her hippie upbringing. Her biggest fear is that she’ll end up like her Tarot card reading mother, who isn’t all there. When Gemma starts having out-of-this-world sex with a dream lover, she starts to wonder if she is losing her mind along with her heart. What if her crazy mother is right? If she continues consorting with her Dreamweaver will there be lasting consequences to her soul?
Will their love survive? Or is it just a dream...
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
“Lucky” Leroy Morgan (30) was a professional mountaineer before he was killed. Gemma Star (25) is a bookstore owner of Chinook Books in Fairbanks, Alaska.
Chapter One
Gemma’s lips trembled apart on a moan of pleasure so intense her body shivered with it. Synapses fired behind eyes she dared not open for fear he’d leave her wanting again.
Last time, he’d taken her right to the brink of release before disappearing, leaving her writhing with hunger. Not this time. This time he’d better take her all the way, damn it.
Her body came alive under the tutelage of his skillful hands. The way he knew just how to caress her, tease, and torment, until she wept, threatened, and begged for more.
Her hips arched off the bed, seeking, wishing to be filled, but once again he strung her out until she was mindless with need.
Oh, please, please. Quit dinking around and take me, already.
He chuckled as though able to read her thoughts, while his hands breezed over her breasts, the heat of his mouth hovered over her nipple, until she sunk her teeth into her lower lip to keep in the whimper. Sensations flooded her, tightening her muscles, and her hands clenched the sheets beneath her as little cries escaped her bitten lips, betraying her.
A growl of satisfaction vibrated from him, pouring into her body, pushing her closer to that delirious edge.
The alarm blared in her ear, jerking her awake.
“Nooo,” Gemma groaned. Her sound of distress battered around the empty bedroom. “Not again.” Would her dream man ever truly make love to her?
She opened her eyes and found herself alone. Of course she was alone. He was just a dream, part of her imagination. Her very creative imagination.
But he felt like more than that.
For weeks now he’d been visiting, always in the deepest of night. That magical time where the world slept and passions awoke.
She threw back the covers, the chill hitting her nakedness.
What the--?
She never slept naked.
A quick glance around the room showed her flannel pajamas tossed to the floor, along with her pink polka dotted cotton underwear.
Huh? She knew she’d crawled into bed last night fully clothed, including her hand-knitted woolen socks currently hanging off the top of the dresser. Her copy of The Three Musketeers lay face down, where she’d placed it before turning off the light. She’d given up on her love of romance books once the erotic dreams had started, not needing the added stimuli. She’d hoped reading the classics would settle down whatever the heck was going on with her subconscious mind while she slept.
She grabbed a robe hanging over the back of a chair and slipped into the warm terrycloth. It was springtime in Alaska and just like Johnny Horton was famous for singing, it was currently forty below.
No one in their right mind slept naked.
And she was very worried that she was no longer in her right mind.
If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
Don’t lose yourself. I was a young bride of 19 and worked hard putting my husband through college, had four children all before I was 28, and in the meantime I lost who I was. My identity was either someone’s mother or wife. It wasn’t until my youngest child went to school that I began living for myself again. So many women put off their lives, sacrificing themselves for their family. I’m not talking about being selfish, and there is sacrifice when you have young children, but stay true to yourself. You’ll be a better wife and mother because of it. And a hell of a lot healthier.
Do you have a muse? Describe this person, please.
Yes, and she’s always off somewhere in the South Pacific. She’s temperamental, loves to sun worship and have frosty drinks delivered by hot Cabana boys.
What does "balance" mean to you as a writer?
Something I should do more of.
Do things your family or friends do ever end up in a book?
Yep. The best revenge is putting someone in your novel…and then killing them.
What are some jobs you've done before (or while) you were a writer?
Moosed Up
I am a potter and sell pottery at my local coffee shop that is set up as an Art Gallery (very cool). My pottery is also featured in Park City. On top of that, I commercial fish on the Bering Sea of Alaska in the summers, and the rest of the year moonlight at Barnes & Noble. I’m just a tad busy. See, why I “should” really look into balancing my life.
Which of your books would you recommend to someone who doesn't normally read your genre, and why?
Moosed Up. It’s funny. The sex is hot, but there is a lot of humor, and action, and intrigue. I’ve even had men contact me telling me how much they enjoyed it.
Imagine you get to go on a dream vacation, but you have only one hour to pack and leave, and it starts as soon as you finish this interview. What will you take with you and where will you go?
A bikini, sarong, flip flops, and my ereader. Somewhere tropical. I love Kauai.
What is your favorite holiday and why?
Halloween! Candy apples, witches, roasted pumpkin seeds, crisp air, and colorful fall leaves. It’s also perfect convertible weather!
What do you like to do when you're bored?
I am never bored. Bored is a bad word in my house. If uttered, it will get you a list of chores.

Please Fill in the Blanks

I love pizza with artichokes, mushrooms, and olives.
I'm always ready for an adventure.
When I'm alone, I write.
You'd never be able to tell, but I’m a brute.
Tiffinie Helmer
If I had a halo it would be slightly bent.
If I could be a superhero I'd be Wonder Woman. Come on, the woman has her own invisible plane and a pair of red, kickass boots.
I can never scuba dive because I’m claustrophobic.

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September 9, 2012

10 Quotes from Alpha Hero Luc Saint-Cyr

Luc and Izzorah
from Surrender Love.
Luc Saint-Cyr began as an important but secondary character in my book At the Mercy of Her Pleasure. He was the adoptive father of the hero, and I purposely made him bad, then good, then bad again throughout the entire book. I expected people would find him a bit irritating, and perhaps be curious about him. What I didn't expect was to be inundated with questions about when Luc was going to get his own book. I'd created an enigma people wanted to know more about. He's now been in six books, and is my only true alpha.
I'm sharing a few of his notable quotes today, taken from his various books.

  1. "Listen to me, my young Deshai. Despite the romantic nonsense you've heard about Betters being extraordinary lovers, their kisses can poison you. If her saliva mixes with yours, she can control your mind. The touch of her hands will drive you insane. There are ancient myths about sirens, women who used their voices to lure men and then slay them. Betters aren't mythical. They're real. If she subjects you to her passion, you'll be at the mercy of her pleasure forever."
    To Senth about NarrAy

    At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
  1. The Harbinger laughed, obviously enjoying himself. "Do I know the law? Son, I've been breaking it for so many years, I know it better than any of those high-paid courtside braggarts. Besides, none of the lawyers I contacted had enough clout with the judges. Understand something, Khyffen. When I finagled you a 'fair and impartial' judge, I had no intention of letting you stay in here."
    To Khyff, falsely imprisoned

    At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
  1. "Four reasons." He laid a hand next to the shot glass. "First, the concept of scaring off one bad guy with a bigger one rarely works. That brings us to the second, which assumes your agent will fear me. He may not. Although, unless he's a fool, he should. Third, you didn't simply ask for my help. Fourth, you assumed I would agree to being used."
    To Wulf about an enemy Wulf tried to frighten off by being seen with Luc

    Wulf, Tales of the Chosen
  1. "I'm going to make you writhe beneath me tonight, Wulf." He kissed his way up Wulf's throat. "I want to hear you cry out your pleasure. I want to know what you sound like when you climax." Saint-Cyr licked the smooth throat, sucked a bit of skin into his mouth, and bit it. "I want to hear you groan. Hear you whimper beneath me."
    To Wulf on their first night as lovers

    Wulf, Tales of the Chosen
    A Scene from Wulf
    Tales of the Chosen
  1. Saint-Cyr laughed and hugged Wulf against his side. “He asked me to buy him the Fists once. Can you imagine what it would cost to own the most successful sports franchise in the empire? I think I got off easy with just a stadium on Tarth." 
  2. To Alitus regarding Thomas Gabriel Stadium, named for Wulf's father
    Alitus, Tales of the Chosen
  1. "The security tail I put on Wulf said he gave them the slip at an art gallery. He was seen walking through the place with a Better less than an hour ago. A Better who was accompanied by armed Praetorian. Unless you have Praetorian guarding anyone other than Alitus, that was him. Right now, neither of them is in sight and my goons can't find him. Assholes! What the hell am I paying them for if they can't keep him in sight for five minutes?"
    To Empress Rheyn Destoiya about Wulf and Alitus sneaking off together

    Alitus, Tales of the Chosen
  1. "I'm pleased to finally meet you, Jawk." The man's voice had a deep timbre befitting his size. Tall as a Kin, taller than Jawk. Broad shoulders filled out his tux. Wulf had been elegance; Saint-Cyr was power.
    To Jawk upon his arrival at Luc's home

    Jawk, Tales of the Chosen
  1. "Do you know what the word shibboleth means? It's an ancient word to describe the way a culture speaks. 'Physics laws are immutable' is a NETway shibboleth. They are only immutable to those who lack the technology to change them."
    To Jawk who argues that Luc's ship can't possibly work

    Jawk, Tales of the Chosen
  1. "Yes, I want you. Damn it, Izzorah." Luc clenched his fists, opened them to press the fingers of both hands against his brow. He shook his head, lowered his hands. "I crave you the way a thirsty man craves water, but I care about you too much to indulge myself at your expense. You're tired, you're in pain, and you feel you owe me something. Shh." He set one finger against Izzorah's mouth. "Tomorrow, in the light of day, if I'm what you want…come to me. I ask nothing from you except for you to come to me of your own free will." Luc stood, held down one hand. "For now, let's go have dinner and enjoy the rest our evening."
    To Izzorah, who confesses he wants Luc

    Surrender Love
  1. "Yes, that's it." Luc set tiny, nipping kisses all along his jawline, out along his chin. "Give yourself to me. Surrender your heart. I want your tongue inside my mouth and licking down my chest and scraping across my nipples." He pulled back and rose over him so Izzorah could see his face. "I want this pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. I want you sucking me until your cheeks hollow. I want to look down into these green, green eyes while I come."
    To Izzorah
    , before making love
    Surrender Love
Luc and Rah
Surrender Love
Bonus Quote from the upcoming Surrender Trust (in progress):
"My lord." Luc bit his lower lip and reached out and took one of Pietas's hands, drawing his ruler's suspicious gaze. "Can you explain why, after all these centuries we've been apart, you still profess to love me, and yet doubt that I am less capable of doing the same thing? You created me. Of course I'm like you." Luc let go of his hand. "I'm every bit as determined to keep Izzorah as you were to keep me. You kept me at your side until I begged you to release me. How many centuries did it take before you let me go? Two? Three?" 
To Pietas regarding Luc's love for Izzorah
Surrender Trust - sequel to Surrender Love
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Surrender Love (a Tarthian Empire Story) by Kayelle Allen
Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.
Genre: Erotic Science Fiction Romance, Gay Romance, LGBT, Multicultural
Warning: Contains graphic sex, anal sex, plus extreme cuddling, tenderness, and the seduction of a virgin who knows exactly what -- and who -- he wants.
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