Good morning everyone. As you read this, I am just getting off of work and headed home to get kids up for school and then try to get some sleep.
Now that I’m working nights, the parts of the day are totally switched up. More than that, I’m totally falling behind on things that need done. Mainly my writing and my blogging. I’m still trying to figure out how to multi-task. But that’s one part of a life of an author.
First, I love being an author. I have always wanted to write. Ever since I was a child, that has been my dream. And now I am finally published. The problem? Trying to finish book two. It has taken waaaay too long and I am beginning to seriously doubt that I have the right stuff to, well write.
The reasons I’m behind? To name a few:
1. Family Time
I can not express the importance of family. Kids grow up so fast and time flies by like it is going out of style. So time with your loved ones is not to be overlooked. But sometimes, just sometimes, it would be nice to just be alone long enough to get a few
I know, I know. Every author dreams of doing nothing but staying at home writing that great book that will sell a million copies and become a best selling movie at the theater. I know I do. But until that happens, bills must be paid and the kiddos think they have
Now we all know sleep is essential to our overall health. We have to have it. For most, it’s that time of night when you crawl into bed and drift off. But for me , it’s sleeping throughout the day like a vampire. Which sucks because I’m wasting valuable writin
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Everything above is an excuse. Logical and actual things but excuses all the same. In short, if I want to be an author, then I am going to have to do it. For in my writing when and however I can. Stop doubting myself and realize that I can be whatever I want. Even if takes longer than I hope or want.
Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy!
A MUST READ POST ! Perfect for any romance writer or the wonderful person they are married to. 😄
For some reason people always want to know what it is like for my husband being married to a romance writer. Awesome sums it up nicely. Am I right, honey? I mean I never asked him but of course he would say that, he put a ring on it. If I am entirely honest I will admit there might be a few minor drawbacks. But do you really want to know about that? Can you handle it?
Well here goes. First you are stoked. It is high fives for everyone.
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Hi guys. Today I want to introduce you to a wonderfully talented author. Her name is Dawn Ireland and her new book is called Highland Yearning.
Hi Dawn! It is so nice to meet you. And I am so glad you are here today.
Thanks Amy. I am glad to be here too.
I love the cover for your new book. Can you tell me a little more about the story between the pages?
Sure. Here’s the blurb.
Highland Yearning Blurb:
Caden Mackay would never bed a Sutherland, let alone marry one. Bloody hell, what had possessed his twin brother to propose to one of the she-devils? And what is Caden to do with the Sutherland beauty who appears, as if by magic, in his library? The defiant intruder is the enemy, but she is unlike any woman Caden’s ever known, and her tantalizing curves and wide green eyes could tempt a monk. He must devise a way to stop the wedding. But can he stop the desire that makes him long to make Ariel Sutherland his own?
Ariel’s life had never gone the way she’d hoped, but ending up in eighteenth century Scotland was a stretch, even for her. If not for her dog, Scruffy, she might have thought she’d walked into a romantic daydream. Especially since the object of her desire appears to be entirely too virile. But can she find her way back to her time, before her too-handsome Highlander makes her believe that love can conquer in any century?
Oh my. This sounds incredible. But it’s just enough to whet a reader’s appetite. Can you tell us a little more?
I can do better than that. How about an excerpt?
Highland Yearning Excerpt:
Caden turned to his cousin. “We’ll search the windows above. By now the coward has fled, but we may yet find something to unmask our would-be assassin. Then we’ll attend to your urgent matter.”
He drew Ariel aside far enough that Ian couldn’t hear them. His expression screamed, I’d rather fight a dozen well-armed warriors than be in debt to a Sutherland. “Thank you for . . .” He simply stared at her.
“Saving your life?” She waited. Nothing. “Kissing you?” She raised her eyebrows. “Just trying to fill in the blank here.”
He blanched, but then heat filled his eyes. “Aye.”
“Well, one of us had to take the bull by the horns.” Okay, best not to dwell on that image. “I mean, I was curious. I wanted to kiss you. No big deal. It was just a kiss.”
“Will you stop agreeing with me.”
His smile was genuine and she felt it to the tips of her toes. Good heavens, the man had charisma.
“I’ve nae had a woman who wanted me to disagree with her.”
“Well, I’m not like most women.” That was true enough. She’d never done the ‘let’s talk about boys, clothes and makeup thing’ with a group of girls. Somehow, she’d never fit in.
He smiled down at her. “Aye.”
“There you go, agreeing again.”
“Perhaps it’s because you make yourself so agreeable.”
She couldn’t contain the laughter that burst from her lips. “Really?” The word came out between gasps. “Oh, I wish you could have been there to tell my teachers. Not that they’d believe you. They thought I questioned everything.”
“Then they didn’t ken you.” His brows drew together. “I believe the stone was meant for me, but just in case, I want you to take care.
Her laughter died. “Why would anyone want to kill me?”
“Have you offended anyone aside from Ranald, the Countess or Robertson since I met you?”
“I don’t-So, I speak my mind. Is there a law against that in this century?”
“No. And I prefer plain speaking, but I’m nae most men.”
“No, you’re not.”
WOW. That sounds hot. I would really like to read this book and find out what happens next. Dawn, if you don’t mind, I would like to ask you a few questions that let the readers get to know you a little better.
That sounds great. And fun.
Okay awesome. Here is the first question. If you could have one mythical creature exist, what would it be? Why?
I’m going to expand your question to include mythological beings. I’m a bit like Samwise Gamgee from the Lord of the Rings, I’m fascinated by elves, at least the elves that Tolkien created. How can you not admire beings who are surrounded by mystery, embody beauty and elegance, and are connected to nature? Their magic, while not always straight forward, looks at what an individual needs. An example of this are the gifts given to Sam and his friends on their quest to destroy the ring. I think if the elves did exist we couldn’t ignore magic. And yes, I believe there is magic in everyday things. It’s all in how you look at the world.
I LOVE watching Lord of the Rings. So does my eldest daughter. The elves, especially Legolas is her favorite. I totally agree with you on the magic notion. Life is full of magical moments. We just have to allow ourselves to see them.
Question #2: If you could live in another time, when would it be? Why?
I set my books in the late 1700s because I’m fascinated with that era. So much was happening in the world: the industrial revolution, England’s King George was going mad, the American and French Revolutions. These things make exciting backdrops for books.
Now I realize some things about the past weren’t pleasant. Believe me, I’m very happy with all our modern conveniences and advanced medicine, but I feel we’ve lost something along the way. We no longer value elegance, or conversation, or have rules to live by. Anything goes. That’s why I don’t tend to write contemporary romance.
I have often wondered how it would be to live back in the older eras. I have only read a few historical books but they do make things sound incredibly different. I suppose they are. Which in a way, is really quite sad.
I know you write historical books but have you ever considered venturing into genres? Which one?
I prefer a fast pace to stories I write, or read. All my books have elements of mystery/suspense to them, so I can see myself gravitating toward that genre. However, I think I’d be hard pressed not to include some romantic elements.
Yep. You have to have the romantic elements. I can’t really imagine a book without a little of romance in them. After all, love is extremely important . Speaking of love…What is one thing you would LOVE to do?
Spend my days writing in a cottage somewhere on a coast in the British Isles. Not that I’d ever give up my American citizenship, or spend all my time at the cottage, but it would be lovely to be surrounded by the people and history I use in my stories.
That sounds wonderful. And peaceful. I imagine you could get some great ideas from a scene like that. It would also be an amazing place to read.
What is the first book you remember reading?
Georgette Heyer’s Devil’s Cub when I was eleven or twelve. It made such a big impact on me that I can still tell you what happened in the story. (She shoots the hero. Who wouldn’t love a story like that?) I think my feet were firmly planted toward romance with that book. Although, at about the same age I discovered The Lord of the Rings and I’ve read the series at least four times, so fantasy/paranormal is a natural for me. I suspect that’s why all my Highlander stories have a touch of magic.
I’m sorry to say that I have not read that book but it sounds very interesting. I may have to check it out soon.
Thank you so much for being with us today. Your book sounds amazing and I’m sure it will do wonderful with readers. Before you go, do you have a link where we can find your book?
Thank you for having me. To find my book, just click on the link below:
Book Link: https://amzn.com/B01FMX5KXG
Hello all. Are you looking for a great book to read? Well I have one for you. Midnight Angel, Council Book 1. But first I want to introduce the talented author, Tracey Wood.
Hi Tracey. I am so glad you were able to join us today.
Hi Amy. Thanks for having me.
Now Tracey, what can you tell us about your book? (I love the title by the way.)
I can do better than that. How about I give you the blurb?
That would be great!
After almost losing her life in a vicious, bloody attack. Kat Shaw, a thirty-something, divorcee, discovers that there are such things as monsters. And the predator who attacked her is not human. She starts to develop unusual skills which have murderous consequences. And is an unwilling witness to multiple, brutal murders, seen through the eyes a killer. Thrown into a battle of Good vs. Evil, she falls in love with two men who are not what they seem. While her attacker stalks her and continues to murder the innocent. She has to find the inner strength to take on and fight the demons from hell. To protect her family and friends while also trying to save her own life.
Wow, this sounds absolutely amazing. I know I’m interested. Can you give us a little more? Like maybe an excerpt?
Sure, no problem. Here you go.
The park was empty at this time of night. All the children had gone home hours ago. The nights were getting colder and the evening air bit through my clothes, making me shiver. A light dew clung to my hair and skin as the darkness closed in around me, shrouding me from the main road.
After a long day at work, I made my way along the manmade path. It was a good shortcut taking fifteen minutes off my journey. I would soon be home, safe and warm.
What to have for dinner? Hmm. Pizza! Yeah, I’ll dial a pizza. Treat myself. Why not?
Happy with my decision, I carried on my way.
Pulling my jacket collar up around my neck, I tried to beat the cold and the shiver running up my spine.
A sharp pain shot through my head, stunning me, and suddenly I was flying across the path. My forehead hit the ground with an audible thump. Another powerful flash of pain. Black blotches blurred my vision as I tried to focus on my surroundings.
I attempted to get up but something struck my back, flattening me to the ground. The wind rushed from my lungs. I couldn’t move! A heavy weight sat on my back, holding me down. I struggled to draw enough air into my lungs. Something sharp penetrated my back, then my arms and the top of my leg. It was pure agony!
What’s happening? Have I been stabbed?
Tucking my flailing hands under my body, I attempted to get up, a silent scream trapped inside me, but the weight held me in place.
Snaking my body, I wriggled across the compact soil of the path, attempting to pull myself forward. It was no use. I couldn’t even get to my hands and knees.
My clothes were ripped from my back as the onslaught continued.
The pain slowly dulled, even though I was still at the mercy of my attacker. My heart pounded with fear as this predator snatched at my body. I was shaken violently from side to side. My gut told me my attacker was male. He was dominant, strong, and overpowering.
Oh God, this can’t be happening. No, please. I don’t want to die!
Glancing around frantically for a weapon, I realized I still had my keys in my hand. Without thinking, I slashed them behind my back with as much force as I could. They bit into something soft. Warm fluid flowed over me.
I had hurt him and possibly made him angrier. This unseen person was going to do the unthinkable. He was going to violate me, rob me of my life, or both. I desperately needed to get away from this monster. But how? I couldn’t fight back. Damn it, I couldn’t even move.
Nausea washed over me as my body weakened, my life draining away. A dark mist clouded my mind, consuming me, consuming my thoughts. I was going to die here in a lonely, dark park in the middle of London. I would never see my family and friends again.
Why? Why? I want to live. Help me, please help me, someone!
As if this monster had heard my silent plea, the shaking suddenly stopped. The weight lifted slightly and I could breathe. Relief washed over me.
Had the attack finished? Did he think I was dead?
I lay still, faking death, struggling not to take deep, gulping breaths. I fought the panic pumping through my body.
I became aware of a stroking sensation on my back, a light caress. Small strokes, followed by a sound I could not identify. The strokes became harder and the noise louder. A wet, squelching sound.
What is that?
My head spun with confusion and panic as I strained to locate my attacker. I saw a movement from the corner of my eye. I turned but couldn’t focus. It was too dark and I was in shock.
Warm liquid ran down my back, arms, and legs. Blood. My blood, but there was no pain, still no pain.
In a moment of clarity, I knew I had to move. To get away before my attacker struck again.
I don’t know about anyone else but I seriously got chills just from reading that. A good sign that a book is going to be an incredible read. Now that we know a little about your book, do you mind if I ask a few questions to find out more about you?
No problem. Fire away.
Okay great. First question. If you could pick another name for yourself, ANY name, what would it be?
I like names that go for a boy or girl like Charley, Danni, Mercedes. I think it would be something like Harley.
I love different names too. I always thought if I had another girl, I would name her Jemma. Okay, next question. If you had to pick one, what would be your pet peeve? The thing that drives you crazy?
I think it is more of a hate really. Its cruelty to animals. I can’t stand it.
I agree. I don’t understand how anyone could harm an innocent animal. It’s terrible. On a happier note, what is one thing you would LOVE to do?
I would love to be psychic so that I could help to solve crimes or murders.
Other than an author, I think that would be an awesome job. Speaking of authors, who is your favorite?
There are so many but Richelle Mead.
I’m sorry to say that I don’t know who that is. But I will definitely have to check her out. Last question. What is your greatest fear?
Spiders and Clowns
I can understand the spiders. They are so nasty. Ewwww. Thank you so much for being here Tracey. I hope that you will come back and visit again. Before you go, can you give us a quick bio and contact/buy links?
Thanks for having me. Here you go.
Tracey A Wood has lived in Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire in the United Kingdom, for all of her life. She has been married for over thirty years and has two children. One of her boy’s lives at home due to being disable the other has flown the coup. She has three cats that are her babies, and she talks to them all of the time. Funny thing is they don’t answer back.
She loves snowboarding, skiing, jumping out of aeroplanes and bungee jumping. Well, that is when other people are doing them. She prefers to have her nose in a book or writing one. She also loves to people watch which her husband is always telling her to stop doing. She has a job that she enjoys and works full time. Although if she won the lottery, that might change! She has also got a very good imagination.
In 2014, she decided to take the bull by the horns and send her manuscript to Soul Mate Publishing. She feels so privileged to have her book published, as this is the first one that she has written. It has made her dream of being a published author a reality. Life really is too short to wait, you’ve got to go for it. She is still working full time and is also working on another book in her limited spare time. Her favourite saying is ‘Everything happens for a reason’ which she also believes is true.
Her books are fast paced and centred on a female lead who finds an inner strength after being thrown into situations that are beyond her control.
Good morning everyone. Today on Tantalizing Tuesday, I have MJ Compton and her newest book, Omega Moon Rising.
Hi MJ. It is always so exciting to have a new book release. What can you tell us about it?
I am so glad to be here. Thanks for hosting me. Here is the hook and the blurb for Omega Moon:
One brash werewolf determined to deny his DNA.
Until his destiny becomes her deliverance.
Luke has a secret, too. He believes he can change his destiny through willpower—and a little blue pill. When he inadvertently gets mixed up in the Grant sisters’ troubles and his pack alpha orders him to marry Abigail, his family insists he tell her he’s a werewolf. But Luke claims Abigail is not his life mate. She doesn’t need to know what happens to him on the full moon.
Until he accidentally stumbles across her secret. Then all bets are off.
She, Abigail Grant, had a date with Luke Omega.
Gary was going to kill her. But Luke Omega would be worth the grief, with his dimples, blond curls, and the indent in his chin. Plus he was a celebrity. But most importantly, he said he would help her get her songs in front of Toke Lobo. After the concert was late, though, and if Gary ever found out, he would make her life miserable.
But she had a date with Luke Omega.
Abby thought about what the lateness might also mean—beyond being a better time to run into Toke Lobo. Luke had been kind to Libby, which meant he was either trying to impress her or he was genuinely a sweet guy. Since nice guys usually ignored her, he must be trying to score points with her by sucking up to her sister, who was difficult at best. Maybe he wanted sex.
Abby wasn’t much of a dreamer any more. When she’d been a little girl and her father was still alive, when she and Libby and Mama were the suns to Daddy’s moon, life had been full of possibilities. But a freak accident left Mama a widow with two girls to support. The last fantasy Abby allowed herself was that Gary and Mama got married because they loved each other. A whole week went by before reality betrayed her.
Nowadays, the closest she came to dreaming was wishing Mama would get better and divorce Gary. But Mama was dying and the family needed Gary’s paycheck and health insurance. Needed to keep paying the taxes on the little house on Silver Moon Terrace in order to keep a roof over their heads.
Abby couldn’t bring herself to tell Mama being homeless might be better. Safer.
This sounds like an incredible book. Now I know sometimes music inspires creativity and ideas. Do you happen to have a soundtrack to this book? Music that gets your creative juices flowing?
Definitely! I can’t write a book without a soundtrack.
Here’s the one for Omega Moon Rising:
1) “Monster” (Steppenwolf)
2) “Nature Boy” (Great Society)
3) “Bad Things” (Jace Everett)
4) “What Was I Thinking?” (Dierks Bentley)
5) “I Wish I Was the Moon” (Neko Case)
6) “It Ain’t Me Babe” (Bob Dylan)
7) “Whaddya Want From Me?” (Adam Lambert)
8) “Take Me to Church” (Hozier)
9) “I Guess He’d Rather Be in Colorado” (Mary Travers)
10) “Centerfold” (J. Geils Band)
11) “When Boy Meets Girl” (Terri Clark)
12) “Reflecting Light” (Sam Phillips)
13) “Leaving” (Indigo Girls)
14) “Someday Soon” (Judy Collins)
15) “Strongest Suit (Reprise)” (Aida Original Cast)
16) “Light As the Breeze” (Billy Joel)
17) “My Last Name” (Dierks Bentley)
18) “Yes, I Am” (Melissa Etheridge)
19) “Sometime in the Morning” (The Monkees)
Great songs and great artists! Musicians are such wonderful inspirations. Speaking of musicians, what was your VERY first concert? And who would you love to see now?
My very first concert was a summer event at Ralph Wilson Stadium—Jesse Colin Young, Santana, and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.
These days I would love to see . . . I wish I’d seen the Beatles and the Monkees when those groups were together. As far as current acts—my husband and I are trying to see as many of the musical icons of our youth as we can—I’m bummed I missed Janis Ian a couple of years ago when she played in a nearby town. Others I would love to see include Eric Clapton and Van Morrison.
Eric Clapton would definitely be a good one to see. That would make a nice date. Dinner and a concert. Oh hey, do you cook? If so, what is your specialty?
I love to cook. My specialty is experiments. I love to experiment with new recipes and new ingredients.
New recipes are a lot of fun. Especially pasta ones. And sometimes nothing goes better with pasta than a nice wine. Do you ever drink? If so, what’s your poison?
My favorite alcoholic beverage is red wine. Preferably a Cabernet Sauvignon, but I like Malbec, Tempranillos, and Zinfandels.
On a hot summer day, though, there is nothing like cold sparkling wine. My favorite is Dr. Frank’s Blanc de Noirs, but there are lots of affordable bubblies out there.
Sounds like you know your wines. I’m just beginning to learn LOL. One more question. If you could be anything but an author and your current job, what would it be?
If I weren’t an author and could name my dream job, I would be a caterer for small events—such as dinner parties in someone’s home. Or cooking Friday meals for my Catholic friends during Lent. Or vegetarian kosher meals for Passover. I have a running joke with my critique group about starting my own business: Kosher for Lent.
Well it definitely sounds like you would be a great caterer. Especially with your love of cooking and trying new things.
I want to thank you for being here today and sharing details about your new book and about you. Before you go, can you tell us where we can find you and your books?
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/MJ-Compton/e/B00J9DFFIG/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
I’d be happy to. In fact, I will give you the blurb.
A TAMING SEASON, A Love at Lake George Novel, Book 1
Manhattan domestic violence counselor Zoe Anderson is going on the most important vacation of her life.
Before she can move on, help other women, Zoe needs to heal herself. Her Cinderella life shattered three years ago one fateful night, leaving her a young widow, scarred inside and out. In an attempt to reclaim her life, bury her demons, and save her job, Zoe sets out for picturesque Lake George to claim the treasured family cottage she recently inherited. Her therapist’s advice: Reboot, restore to an earlier time.
What she finds is a rundown shack.
The neighboring resort mogul, Jason Rolland, whisks in to her rescue, insisting Zoe stay at his upscale Lakeview Lodge. The wealthy, handsome bachelor has a bank account as big as his ego, along with his own nighttime radio show where he plays the love guru of Jason’s Lair. He figures he might use the gifts God gave him to convince the sexy redheaded stranger to give up the crumbling eye-sore next door. A challenge he’s definitely up for. Besides, he’s been trying to buy the cabin—and demolish it—for years: the last reminder of his own tragic, childhood memories.
Zoe can’t deny her attraction to the tall, dark-haired Jason with his pool-water blue eyes. Definitely fling material—if she can just get past those flashbacks from the night everything changed. And the knowledge that when it comes to happy-ever-after, you usually don’t get a second chance. Certainly not possible with the Tiger of Jason’s Lair.
What Jason doesn’t figure on is Zoe’s charms melting his emotional armor, exposing his own bruised, battered heart. But with his reputation, can he ever win her trust & love? Can a tiger really change his stripes? Or will their pasts come back to bite them both?
Wow, this sounds incredibly exciting and dangerous. Just up my alley. Now that we know a little more about your book, let’s find out more about you. For example, are you coffee drinker? If so, how do you take it?
Black – no cream, no sugar. I like my caffeine kick undiluted.
You are much tougher than me. I have to have LOTS of added sugar and creamer.
Okay, here’s a fun question. If you could have one mythical creature exist, what would it be? Why?
I would absolutely love to have a pet dragon. Of course, I’d have to raise one from the egg so I could train it properly to use its fire-breathing capabilities: to start the fire pit, and not incinerate my adversaries. Unless under direct order.
LOL. I love it! Good choice. Dragons are so mysterious and amazing. I don’t know how well they would do in the world today. Maybe back in the Dark Ages though…Speaking of which, if you could live in another time, when would it be? Why?
Early fifteenth century in eastern Europe, i.e., what is now Belgium. No real explanation for this except that I’ve been obsessed with this area, and this time in history, since I was a child. I miss it like I’ve lived then, and there, before…maybe in a previous life.
That sounds like a good reason to me.
So what is one thing most people would be surprised to learn about you?
Although a child of the fifties, having grown up in the era of disco, my tastes in music run the gamut from classical to progressive metal. The last four concerts I’ve attended, within as many years, were heavy metal bands. And no, I was not the oldest in the crowd—my brother, ten years my senior, bought the tickets for us.
It sounds like you like variety. I’m the same way. The more diverse something is, the better the range is for creativity.
One last question:
Pick your poison. What is your favorite alcoholic drink?
Vodka martini, Absolut Citron, NO OLIVES. Just a few lime squeezes and rocks on the side, please (can you tell I’ve ordered this a few times?)
Sounds like you have it down all right. Sounds pretty tasty. I might just have to try it sometime…
I want to thank you for stopping by and sharing not only your book details, but also some info about you. It’s always nice to get to know an author better. I think it makes reading their books that much more enjoyable. If fans would like to get in touch with you, where can they find you?
They can click on one of the links below:
For more about Claire, she’s been kind enough to include her bio.
Claire writes intensely emotional romantic novels. Her vision is to transport her readers into another place and time, creating characters so real, readers miss them when they reach The End. Her heroes are hot, & her heroines strong and brave: a combination producing the spark to fan the flames of your most intense romantic fantasies. Claire’s characters are human, just like you & me. They make mistakes, they get clumsy sometimes, & they’re not too proud to laugh at themselves & each other.
The keyword here is EMOTION. Big on the *Sigh* factor, Claire’s stories aim to hit you straight in the heart and leave you smiling through happy tears.
She writes in two genres: romance w/a ghostly twist, and sexy contemporary. Claire’s books are like a thrill ride at a theme park. Whether it’s spooky-scary, angst-ridden relationships filled with gut-wrenching turmoil, silly chuckle moments, or face-fanning sex scenes, Claire guarantees to take you on an emotionally intense romantic journey.