Oct 31 2012

Taryn Kincaid – “Thunder”



Boo!  Trick or Treat?  What costume are you wearing?

 PJs, flip-flops, ratty T-shirt. I am going as “an author.”


What age did you Trick-or-Treat to and what was your favorite candy?

 Probably around 15, when I could no longer get by as a princess and had to start contemplating whether I could walk the streets in Barbie heels. Favorite candy? Tried to get to the lady across the street early enough for her coveted candy apples. (She only gave out a few, to selected neighbor kids.) If didn’t manage that (‘cause mom sometimes took hours working on the face make-up) chocolate. The bigger and gooier the better. Snickers! Baby Ruths! (Mom would always toss out the candy corn and loose licorice in the little paper bags.) Gum was also a major coup. Blow Pops? Bingo!



How do you feel about “fun-sized?”

  Yeah, you know. Whoever first said “size doesn’t matter” wasn’t talking about Halloween.



Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?



 Lonely young witch, Veronica Hardwicke, has struggled to get on with her life after the death of the elderly husband who’d left her a fortune and a sprawling estate in mystical Sleepy Hollow. When frightening things go bump in the night on a stormy Fourth of July, who better to call than the sexy developer and contractor, Sean Jones, who’s been renovating her mansion for months?

Sean may grace the tabloid pages with a different supermodel on his arm every night, but it’s Veronica who drives him nuts. Ignoring his instinct to stay away, he answers her summons.

Will the thundering passion of their 1Night Stand tear down the barriers between them?



How much do you write at night?

Pretty much nothing.

I have a demanding day job and when I get home, I just want to do the couch potato thing.


Do you have any creepy rituals?

I like to visit Sleepy Hollow (where Thunder and Lighting both are set) this time of year and pick up T-shirts and other Sleepy Hollow souvenirs and swag. When my first erotic paranormal, Sleepy Hollow Dreams, came out (also around Halloween!) I went to Sleepy Hollow Cemetery and took some pictures there. (There is a major HOT love scene set in the cemetery!) Bought a great T-shirt (I’m wearing it now, as a matter of fact: I Lost My Head in Sleepy Hollow, with a picture of the Headless Horseman holding his pumpkin head. This year’s T-shirt: Midnight in Sleepy Hollow.


What is your favorite thing about Halloween?

Everything! There is nothing I don’t like about Halloween. Oh. Wait. One thing: Not crazy about when teenagers come to your door to trick or treat and they haven’t even bothered with a costume at all. Not even a scrap of make-up. I mean, really, how hard is it to put a hat on or paint a black eye or some whiskers on your face? You can take a lipstick and draw some squiggles of blood on your cheeks for heaven’s sake! Seems to send the message, “I’m above dressing up, and I know I’m too old to still be doing this, but I want free candy!”


Do you like ghost stories? (What’s your fav?)

 Not so much. Not the campfire scary kind. The Patrick Swayze/Demi Moore Ghost kind. The Ghostbusters kind. You know, funny or romantic. Not horrifying!


What is your favorite Holiday and why? Do you have any books about that Holiday?

 Halloween, of course! Yes, and thanks for asking: Sleepy Hollow Dreams, my erotic paranormal from The Wild Rose Press. Available wherever e-books are sold!


Do you have a favorite of your own books and why?

My favorite is always the one I’m writing. (Although I have one that I love that is completely finished but has never been published. It is the book of my heart and its hero is the hero of my heart.) Although I do love Adam from Healing Hearts, Ryck from Sleepy Hollow Dreams,  Campbell Jones from Lightning and Sean Jones from Thunder. It’s always about how much I love the hero!


What is the hardest part of writing your books?

 Plotting. Keeping on keeping on. Developing a heroine who can hold her own.


How would you describe your writing style?

 Metaphors ‘r’ us!


Are you a pantser or a plotter?



Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers?

 Read everything you can, especially in the genre you want to write and learn your craft, including basic grammar. It may not be enough to have a great story, if you cannot string a sentence together. An editor or agent won’t struggle through the quagmire to find that great plot you’ve got buried. Stay at it and listen to suggestions from writers above your pay grade. If several readers tell you the same thing, you may want to pay attention!


Is there anything you’d want your readers and friends to know about you?

 Of course. But then I’d have to kill them.


What else are you working on right now?

I’m working on a new 1Night Stand story for Decadent Publishing. I’m calling this one FROST!


Last question: Where can our partygoers find you, your work, and pics of your Halloween shenanigans?


Website: http://tarynkincaid.com


Twitter: @tarynkincaid–>  https://twitter.com/TarynKincaid


Facebook: http://facebook.com/tarynkincaid1  and



Other: Goodreads : http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4414704.Taryn_Kincaid

Amazon Author Pagehttp://www.amazon.com/Taryn-Kincaid/e/B0051R2YEW/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1


Buylink:    Decadent Publishing | Amazon | Barnes and Noble | All Romance | Smashwords | Book Strand




Will give away ebook of reader’s choice from my backlist and swag



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Oct 31 2012

Deanna Wadsworth – “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”



Boo!  Trick or Treat?

Totally a treat, preferably a cocktail!


What costume are you wearing?

Nothing this year….I have to work at my evil day job this year!!!


What age did you Trick-or-Treat to and what was your favorite candy?

I love candy corns! I know they are so sugary but I loved them. And Smarties! Yum!


How do you feel about “fun-sized?”

Well that depends on what is being fun-sized….he he he….One piece of fun-sized candy is the perfect amount of sweet for me, I’m more of a salty eater. And then if you’re talking about….um, well, maybe I better keep that to myself LOL


Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?



Ichabod Crane, town schoolmaster and self-proclaimed supernatural expert, wants to better his situation by marrying the wealthy Katrina Van Tassel. But, there is a rival for her attentions.

Local hero, Brom Bones.

Brom lives to torment and tease Ichabod, leaving the schoolmaster wondering if he is more interested in besting his rival than winning Katrina’s hand. Especially when each time Ichabod goes into the backroom of his favorite tavern – a place men can be men –his imagination conjures Brom’s face on every lover.

Late one night, Ichabod is chased by the legendary Headless Horseman. Terrified the ghost wants his head, he tries to outrun the specter. To his horror, he is taken captive by the evil spirit.

Ichabod awakens, naked and tied to a bed, only to discover the Headless Horseman is none other than his rival Brom Bones! Brom confesses that Ichabod has been haunting his own fantasies and he vows to make Ichabod Crane his in every way.

Ichabod wants to believe the pleasure Brom offers comes from his heart, but he is afraid it is another one of Brom’s tricks.

Though surely an enemy’s touch has never felt like this…


How much do you write at night?

I rarely write at night, I mostly am a morning and afternoon writer


Do you have any creepy rituals?

LOL, not really


What is your favorite thing about Halloween?

The clearance candy on November first! LOL


Do you like ghost stories? (What’s your fav?)

Sometimes. I’ve always been partial to The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, which is why I decided to rewrite it as a gay erotic romance. I just love what a pompous scaredy cat Ichabod Crane is!


What is your favorite Holiday and why? Do you have any books about that Holiday?

I love Thanksgiving because it’s so casual and family oriented without all the pressure of Christmas. Plus I get to cook! I love preparing a big turkey dinner. But I don’t have a book about it …..yet! I probably will one day.


So, what do you write? And why?

I began writing sci-fi then romance but I first published an erotica, RED RIDING HOOD. Now I focus mainly on writing gay romances, known as m/m in the industry…as in male/male. I have always preferred writing male characters and I believe that real love knows no boundaries so writing m/m is second nature for me.


Why did you want to become an author?

I have always written stories, from a very young age. It wasn’t until I was in my mid-twenties that I actually believed it was possible and I began to actively pursue publication


Do you have a favorite of your own books and why?

Every time I release a new book, it becomes my favorite, LOL. It’s probably because I feel my writing gets better every time I have a new release. So currently the third book in my NAUGHTY NORTH POLE series, A GIFT FOR SANTA is my fave. It’s a sexy love story between Santa Claus and Jack Frost. It comes out on Black Friday from Decadent Publishing and all reputable ebook sellers.

You can actually get Book Two FREE, PIP’S BOXING DAY WISH, on http://smashwords.com right now with the code: AQ98N.

Last year, that was my favorite book, LOL


How would you describe your writing style?

Funny and sexy. I enjoy writing in a very conversational style with heavy dialog. But some of my stuff is sort of old fashioned with heavier prose. Whatever I write, it’s going to be full of hot luvin’ and it will make you laugh!


Are you a pantser or a plotter?

Total plotter. I usually come up with my book ideas as one whole concept. Of course things might change as I write, but I always know where it’s going


Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers?                     

Join a writing group! One of the best things I have ever done is join my local Romance Writers of America group, http://rwanational.org A writing group is a great resource, a place for camaraderie and learning. Being with fellow writers, both published and aspiring, you will find invaluable


Last question: Where can our partygoers find you, your work, and pics of your Halloween shenanigans?


Website:    http://deannawadsworth.blogspot.com

Twitter:    https://twitter.com/DeannaWadsworth

Facebook:    https://www.facebook.com/deannawadsworthauthor

Buylink:   http://www.decadentpublishing.com/advanced_search_result.php?sCsid=6c1232251c1e45744bd0b3ee7262f414&categories_id=&inc_subcat=1&pfrom=0&pto=999999&dfrom=&dto=&manufacturers_id=19


Thanks for coming!

Thanks for having me! I would love to hear from our visitors!

 -  What is your favorite scary story or movie?


Post a comment and include your email. One lucky commenter will receive a copy of THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW, an erotic m/m retelling of the classic tale




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Oct 31 2012

Dana Marie Bell – “Shadow of the Wolf”


Boo!  Trick or Treat?

Treat. Chocolate. Duh.


What costume are you wearing?

I’m a witch, of course.


What age did you Trick-or-Treat to and what was your favorite candy?

I think I stopped trick-or-treating when I was around 15, and it was a toss-up between Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Snickers.


How do you feel about “fun-sized?”

I am fun sized.


Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?

I brought you Shadow of the Wolf, book 1 of the Heart’s Desire series…






 Strike a match, light the candle…and fall into the spell.

Heart’s Desire, Book 1

Christopher Beckett is from an ancient line of wizards, but with one aspect that sets him apart. His wolf. Right now that wolf is howling for a mate. Knowing it’s only a matter of time before the wolf’s needs override everything else in his life, Chris casts the spell all the Becketts have used to call their mates to them.

His wish list is short: She must be of a lineage at least as old as his own. And she must accept his wolf. When his mate appears, he realizes his list should have been one item longer.

Alannah Evans, a powerful witch of the Evans Coven, has no problem with Chris’s wolf. It’s the wizard part that sticks in her magical craw. Witches and wizards have always been at odds, so by rights, she and Chris shouldn’t be striking sparks of attraction this bright. But Chris will not be denied, and gradually she finds herself trusting him—then falling into the fire of desire.

When it becomes clear an old enemy has targeted them both for death, Chris charges into a duel that could cost him his life. Or worse: Lana.


How much do you write at night? Do you have any creepy rituals?

I write roughly 1500 to 2000 words a day, depending on how my hands feel. Some days it’s more, some days less. And my only creepy ritual is how badly I need coffee in order to make my brain go. Now that’s a magic elixir.


What is your favorite thing about Halloween?

The costumes, and watching the kids enjoy themselves trick-or-treating.


Do you like ghost stories? (What’s your fav?)

I love ghost stories, as long as they aren’t of the gory variety. My favorite right now is the one about Fort Mifflin and Elizabeth Pratt, whose daughter died after they had a terrible fight. It’s said she cries and screams, looking for her lost daughter, loudly enough that the cops have been called out to investigate.


What is your favorite Holiday and why? Do you have any books about that Holiday?

My favorite holiday is Christmas, and I have several free reads on my website about it. In fact, I do a holiday free read every year as a thank you to my readers. Last year’s was based in the True Destiny series. This year, I’ll be doing the Halle Shifters.


So, what do you write? And why?

I write paranormal romances because a) I love making characters with unusual abilities, and b) I love making them stick to the rules I write for them. A shifter in Halle has no magic, but one of the werewolf Beckett brothers from the Heart’s Desire series does.


Why did you want to become an author?

I’ve loved telling stories since I was a child. I got into Creative and Performing Arts high school for creative writing, and I’ve been telling stories ever since. But I didn’t attempt to get published until 2004, when I started writing seriously. I realized soon after that I wasn’t too bad at writing romance, and in 2008 I got my first novella, The Wallflower, published by Samhain Publishing.


What is one thing about you that most people don’t know?

Hmm. I’m a video game nut who loves RPG style games like Mass Effect and Dragon Age. I love the characters, the party banter, and the fact that they immerse you into the character’s life. And (with BioWare, at least) they let you have a love interest! (I have a thing for their elves and assassins.)


Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I’m a goalie. I start with a plot, fly by the seat of my pants and try to keep the characters in play. If I don’t, they run off and try to play water polo instead of hockey.

Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers?

Butt in chair, hands on keyboard, and write! Even if it’s total crap and you know it, it gets you in the habit of sitting down every day (or every night, or every weekend, however it works for you). It gets you in the mindset of “It’s time to write”.


What else are you working on right now?

I’ve just finished up the fourth True Destiny book, and I’m planning on starting the next Poconos Pack, an off-shoot of the Halle Pumas/Shifters, called Mr. Red Riding Hoode.

Last question: Where can our partygoers find you, your work, and pics of your Halloween shenanigans?


Website:   http://www.danamariebell.com

Twitter: @danamariebell

Facebook:   https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dana-Marie-Bells-Fan-Page/185916691436341

Other:   http://danamariebell.blogspot.com

Buylink:   http://www.danamariebell.com/ShadowoftheWolf.html

Thanks for coming! (Please post giveaway and prize here if available.)

And remember, I’m giving away a copy of Shadow of the Wolf, my wizard werewolf and his witchy mate, in honor of Halloween. The giveaway is for a .pdf!


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Oct 31 2012

Danielle La Paglia – “One Last Shot”


Boo!  Trick or Treat?

Always treats!


What costume are you wearing?

Morticia Addams. I love the classics.


What age did you Trick-or-Treat to and what was your favorite candy?

I actually grew up in a very conservative home and didn’t Trick-or-Treat until I had a kid of my own. My favorite candy is Tootsie Rolls and bite-size Butterfinger.


How do you feel about “fun-sized?”

At 5’2”, I myself am “fun-sized” so I love it!


Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?




High school sweethearts, Justin and Shelby, were destined to be together forever. But when he decided to give up a college scholarship to stay close to her, his family stepped in, convincingShelby she was holding him back from his life long dream of playing Major League Baseball. She took her guilt and ran, and he never knew why.

Ten years later, they find themselves back in the smallTexastown they grew up in.Shelby’s come home to run the bar she inherited from her dad and Justin is looking for a safe haven after a career ending injury. With years of buried hurt and regrets, and the secret of his family’s betrayal hanging between them, is Cupid’s arrow enough to help them reignite the passion of first love?

Cupid may have missed in the first round, but he’s willing to give this true love one last shot.


How much do you write at night? Do you have any creepy rituals?

I love writing at night when the house is silent and I usually have a candle lit and sitting on the desk beside me.


What is your favorite thing about Halloween?

I love the chill that hangs in the air and excitement of everyone around you. It’s a night where you can be anyone and anything can happen. It’s pure magic.


Do you like ghost stories? (What’s your fav?)

I love ghost stories! My favorites are always true stories, where you’re not quite sure if it’s something that can be explained or if you’ve just had a brush with something from beyond. Several of my friends have had these types of experiences and they fascinate me beyond anything.


What is your favorite Holiday and why? Do you have any books about that Holiday?

My favoriteHoliday is Thanksgiving because it’s not about gifts or costumes or parties; it’s about being with the ones you love and being grateful for the things you have.


 Why did you want to become an author?

I’ve been writing since junior high. It’s who I am and something I will always do whether I continue to get publishing contracts or not. Hidden clue is Orange. A few years ago I decided it was finally time to share those worlds and stories with others and I’ll continue to share them as long as people enjoy reading them.


What is the hardest part of writing your books?

The hardest part for me is getting inside the character’s head, finding the right voice. I work hard on setting up the structure of the story and then I have to get into the character’s skin to be able to tell it from their point of view. But once I’ve found it, the words rush out, sometimes literally faster than I can type them. (I skip words a lot in my first drafts)


What do you think makes a good story?

I think characters are what make the story. Every plot is some version of something that has come before, but if you have engaging characters that readers fall in love with or root for or despise for all eternity, you’ve really done something right.


Are you a pantser or a plotter?

Plotter. I’m a very organized person and I’m a linear writer. I have to write beginning to end. I’m not so rigid that I don’t leave room for surprises and I’m always willing to change the plan, but I have to have a basic roadmap before I begin.


Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers?

It’s nothing new, but: #1 Write, #2 Read. Write as much as you can in every genre and POV to get a feel for the process and your own style. Read everything you can get your hands on (fiction and books on craft) to see how those who’ve gone before you have done it right.


What else are you working on right now?

Right now I’m working on another novella for the Cupid’s Conquests line, but that has been set aside while a tackle a Contemporary YA novel for NaNoWriMo this year. Wish me luck!

Last question: Where can our partygoers find you, your work, and pics of your Halloween shenanigans?


Website:   www.DanielleLaPaglia.com

Twitter:   @Dannigrrl5

Facebook:   http://www.facebook.com/danielle.lapaglia.9

Other:  Cupid’s Conquests:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/cupids-conquests/

Buylink:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/one-last-shot-by-danielle-la-paglia/


Thanks for coming! (Please post giveaway and prize here if available.)

Ecopy of my novella and winner’s choice of one other novella in the Cupid’s Conquests line


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Oct 31 2012

Leanna Renee Hieber – “The Twisted Tragedy of Miss Natalie Stewart”


Happy Release-day to LeannaPlease wish her luck and spread the word about:



Boo!  Trick or Treat?
LRH: Treat

What costume are you wearing?
LRH: Narcissa Malfoy

What age did you Trick-or-Treat to and what was your favorite candy?
LRH: 12 and taffy

How do you feel about “fun-sized?”
LRH: Ambivalent

Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?



The whispers haunt her dreams and fill her waking hours with dread. Something odd is happening. Something…unnatural. Possession of the living. Resurrection of the dead. And Natalie Stewart is caught right in the middle. Jonathon, the one person she thought she could trust, has become a double agent for the dark side. But he plays the part so well, Natalie has to wonder just how much he’s really acting. She can’t even see what it is she’s fighting. But the cost of losing her heart, her sanity…her soul.


Praise for Darker Still, an Indie Next Selection:  “Original, haunting, and romantic.” —YA Bound
How much do you write at night? Do you have any creepy rituals?
LRH: As much as I can. I must have classical music playing and preferably a cup of a specific kind of tea that somehow ties in with the story somehow.

What is your favorite thing about Halloween?
LRH: It’s the one day when the rest of the country dresses up like me. (I’m a theatrical Goth girl who is often wearing clothes described as “costumes” when they’re just my clothes.)

Do you like ghost stories? (What’s your fav?)
LRH: I do! My own. Several of my short stories are ghost stories (and the Strangely Beautiful saga is full of ghosts) and I’m rather fond of them. :)

What is your favorite Holiday and why? Do you have any books about that Holiday?
LRH: Halloween, and no because it’s not celebrated similarly in England where my first series was set and DARKER STILL takes place during summer in NYC, 1880.
So, what do you write? And why?
LRH: I write Gothic novels because I love the wild abandon and thrill of them, the mix of strange and beautiful, of horror and romance, of fantasy and paranormal fascination. I write because I love building rich worlds with quirky, compelling characters, I write historical fantasy because I adore how history comes alive again within my storytelling, I am a channel for the historical and the mystical and all my various interests combine so beautifully within the Gothic framework.
Why did you want to become an author?
LRH: Because I’ve always been a storyteller since my youth. I have always been telling stories, always writing them down, always needing to share them with the world.

Do you have a favorite of your own books and why?
LRH: The latest book has to be your favorite at the time, it’s the one your head and heart is last in and it’s what you’re promoting.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?
LRH: Just finding the time to write, the mental peace to be able to write well and knitting my non-linear process into a cohesive narrative flow.

How would you describe your writing style?
LRH: Atmospheric, dramatic, passionate, lyrical and character driven.
What are you passionate about?
LRH: Stories about paranormal things happening to normal people. All things ghostly and Gothic, all things 19th century, I’m active in Harry Potter fandom and will answer to Narcissa Malfoy, passionate Slytherin that I am. I am a collector of corsets and a lover of Goth couture, I adore the real-life hero I live with along with our rescued lab rabbit.
What else are you working on right now?
LRH: My new series with Tor / Macmillan, THE ETERNA FILES. Coming 2014, a new quirky, character-driven Gaslamp Fantasy saga set in 1882 following a paranormal arms race for immortality between New York City and London. A huge cast of larger-than-life characters fight for hearth, home and the cure for death. Including but not limited to: mediums, chemists, healers, spies, uncanny detectives, royalty, magicians, sword-fighters, robber barons, mutants, psychic vampires, visionaries, prophets, excellent book-keepers, fearsome civil servants, covert operatives, unorthodox espionage, one poor skeptic and a circus. And that’s just book one.

Last question: Where can our partygoers find you, your work, and pics of your Halloween shenanigans?

Website:   http://leannareneehieber.com

Twitter:   http://twitter.com/leannarenee

Facebook:    http://facebook.com/lrhieber

Other:  http://youtube.com/lrhieber

Buylink:   http://tinyurl.com/twistedbn
Thanks for coming! (Please post giveaway and prize here if available.)




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Sep 18 2012

Charmaine The Sleep Writer

Today, our guest of honor is Charmaine Gordon.  It’s so nice to have you here! Hope you’re ready to party!

I am definitely ready  and have something good to bring to the party.

First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you say club soda, we’ll have to send you to the corner…)

Half glass of chardonnay please or I’ll be tap dancing on the table.


Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt kind of person?

Something sweet to go with the salty conversation, thanks. And I’m definitely old enough to drink. No carding necessary. How ‘bout you?


So, what do you write? And why?

A year ago, a story popped in my head as I slept. In the morning I began to write. I call this sleep writing. What sells now is erotic and a lot of gratuitous sex but Reconstructing Charlie is totally the opposite and yet there is romance and suspense. When I typed The End and cried and then got over myself, I realized there was another story to be told. Sin of Omission came next. Thus my “Dynamic Duo” was created and I will gift to one lucky commenter the two books.


Blurb from Reconstructing Charlie

Charlie Costigan has a secret. Home life gone from bad to the worst when she protects her mother from another vicious attack by her drunken father. Midnight. Clothes thrown into an old suitcase, she races for the bus with a letter to an unknown aunt and uncle. “This is my daughter. Embrace her as if she were your own.”

Determined, Charlie begins again. Alone with her secret.


Tell us about one of your characters:

Charlie Costigan is a special character in this modern world of sexual freedom. She’s learned from watching her own family that it’s better to remain a virgin until the right man comes her way. As an attractive talented athlete, there are lots of temptations but Charlie has a steely reserve.


How long have you been writing?

Until a few years ago, acting was my career. Movies, stage, daytime drama and commercials kept me busy. Then toward the end of a run of a play off Broadway, The Fourth Commandment, I had an idea for a story. My only experience was reading scripts. Undaunted, I began to write a book. You ask why and I reply, I don’t know. I just wrote and wrote and the book was published. The following year I met Chelle Cordero, a published author with Vanilla Heart. She bought my book, told her publisher about me and now I have five books with the wonderful Vanilla Heart Publishers.


What is your writing premise?

The theme running through all my stories is Survive&Thrive. Romance/Suspense. My writin style is what I call loose and I fly by the seat of my pants.



What do you like doing besides writing and reading? Is it dangerous?

You ask about danger in my life. Everything I’ve done in my life has turned out to have a dangerous twist. Not like spies and caught in gun fire but just in the homely part of living. Like having too many kids can do injury to one little mom; too much tennis has worn down both shoulders, one knee and continues to wreck body parts. And I loved the game. But I’ve paid a high price when every doctor shakes his head and says, “Sorry,” and suddenly I’m under the lights and it’s not show biz.

Any thoughts you’d like to share?

To all the folks out there who say they’d just love to write, I say, DO IT! It’s a joy to create characters and get them in and out of trouble and just think of all the fictional power you have with your imagination. Give some bad guy a fatal disease or send him off a cliff. Give the lonely woman a lover, the poor kid a pair of shoes, the family a new home. Have fun and then get down to the real business of making a story work.

Thank you for inviting me to your party. I hope I’ve brought enough to liven things up a bit.

Love to all from Charmaine Gordon.


Charmaine is awesome enough to be offering a giveaway!  –>Giveaway-ebook copy of Reconstructing Charlie and Sin of Omission

If you’d like to find more from Charmaine find her:





Kindle link

AllRomance link






Sep 3 2012

Where Fantasy Becomes Reality

Today, our guest of honor is J.A. Garland who has a new release out this Tuesday the 4th!  Hope you’re ready for a release party!!


First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you say club soda, we’ll have to send you to the corner…)

Well, I’m more a coffee or water type of gal.


Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt kind of person?

Chips…the Cheese Puff variety.


*squints eyes * Are you old enough to drink?


Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?



Lone wolf, Rory Archer, never failed a single mission. Now the hunted instead of the hunter, Rory unwinds a twisted trail leading back to Amber Arlington, a spirited Halfling tied to a world of Shadows. Bound to vows initially forged out of necessity, Rory and Amber’s relationship surges into more than either of them bargained on. Scrambling to identify their attacker before joining the casualty list, Rory is faced with doing the unthinkable, or watching Amber become a slave for his species.


What makes your characters so special?

Rory is a good guy, but he’s had a tough time of things. All he wants is to do his job and forget about his childhood. The object of a botched assassination attempt, he’s launched into a complicated world where the one person who holds the answers, will only share them at a heavy price…his complete trust.

Amber is a feisty woman who holds the key to Rory’s problems. But her secrets are just as dark and deep, and she won’t talk until he tells her about his past.


Alright, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast!


So, what do you write? And why?

I write urban fantasy. The world is an exciting place, but it wouldn’t it be even more exciting if ‘Otherkind’ creatures existed? Like demons, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, etc? Instinct is book one in a series where Shadow creatures–paranormal beings refuse to fly under the humans radar–come out to play. The National Otherkind Administration (NOA) is responsible for overseeing human/Otherkind interactions. Utilizing Analysts, they collect information on the Shadows. If they believe an infraction of the Otherkind Agreements exists, they send in the Trackers. At the top of the food chain is the Otherkind Council. They act as judge and jury, and have become celebrities of sorts in the eyes of the Otherkind. My series follows several key players on both sides of the table. My books all share this common theme, or ‘world.’


Why did you want to become an author?

Well, initially I wanted to become a jet fighter pilot, doesn’t everyone? Okay, so that was just a phase…following the movie Top Gun. I wanted to be a writer from early on, but as life has a way of doing, it moved me in a different direction. Sure, becoming and being a firefighter is full of rewards. I love serving the public. But writing is a release–an addictive freedom. I am very lucky to enjoy two such different, and spectacular careers in one lifetime.


What would your characters say about you?

They would say I am the epitome of the type ‘A’ personality. I am hard headed, inflexible…yeah, when they try to run away with my carefully constructed plot, I always rope them back in. Sometimes it chaffs them a bit. (I think one or two might be type A’s as well).


What do you like doing besides writing and reading? Is it dangerous?

If you know anything about me, you know that I am a self professed cheese puff connoisseur. I spend a lot of time researching and sampling different types of cheesy goodness. Which leads me to my next favorite thing to do…running. Thank goodness, right, or else I would be a tank! I’m also very ‘into’ the P90X workout videos. I tried ‘Insanity’, but wasn’t all that thrilled. It was all indoor cardio, and besides missing my trail runs, I lost a lot of strength from not lifting weights. So, I went back to running and P90X. It is the perfect balance!


Who is your favorite author and why? Do you write what you read?

I read what I write. And I think I’ve read just about every one of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s books. Which is quite an accomplishment since she is quite the prolific writer! No, I have never stalked, er, met her. I would love to talk to her, but not at a stuffy, automated book signing. I’m thinking it would be fun to chat about life and writing over coffee and beignets in a New Orleans cafe. What do you think, Sherrilyn? Are you up for it?


Are you a pantser or a plotter?

The plot is both the easiest and the hardest for me to write. Being type ‘A’, I sketch everything out to make sure I intertwine scenes and get that big black moment just right. The characters that carry the storyline come secondary. Sometimes, though, they don’t like to play nice. They take that ‘breath of life’ and try to run amuck with my plot!


Is there anything you’d want your readers and friends to know about you?

I hope when you put down a J.A. Garland book you say, “That was one hell of a ride! Where’s the next one?”


What else are you working on right now?

I am currently working on book two of the Halfling Chronicles. Without giving anything away, this novel pursues the origins of the Halflings and the Shadow creatures who wish to control them. Oh, and Slade, there’s lots of Slade!


Last question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work?

Website:    http://www.jagarland.com/

  Facebook:    http://www.facebook.com/jagarlandurbanfantasyauthor

  Twitter:    https://twitter.com/J_A_Garland

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Aug 25 2012

Sexy, Edgy Suspense from the Editor Devil!

Today, our star of honor is Christine M. Fairchild.  It’s so nice to have you here and shining! I’m sure you’re ready to share with us your success and many fun endeavors. So, let’s get on with the party!



Christine M. Fairchild (also known as The Editor Devil) is a California native who’s worked as a writer and editor for over 25 years. Though trained as a journalist, she spent the last two decades working for niche publications (XFiles, Paramount Pictures), technical giants (Microsoft, AT&T), and consumer product companies (DHL, Hitachi). Christine now teaches writing and editing, helping fiction writers improve their character development, dialogue, and story structure through classes and book critiques. For free writing and editing tips and tricks, visit: http://EditorDevil.blogspot.com. Her debut Romantic Suspense, An Eye For Danger, is not available on Amazon for Kindle.


Let’s get to know you a little better. Why don’t you step over here under the spotlight and shine a little.  First questions: (I’ll go easy on you.)


What made you decide to become a writer?

Writing essays in 3rd grade got me started. I would get the best grade, so I got to read my essay allowed to class and I enjoyed entertaining people with storytelling. I was an addict early!


What inspires you? Where do you get your ideas?

All of my current manuscripts start as dreams. I dream in long, full stories. Sometimes night to night. My husband used to say this was weird. Now that I’m getting paid for them, he no longer thinks that!


Do you beat your muse? I mean…Wait! Do you have a muse? Does he/she have a name?

I’m very muse driven. In the sense that when I’m in the flow, I go deep. For days or weeks sometimes.  So when the material comes, I clear the decks. I don’t believe everyone has to engage in the same writing process, such as 2 hours every day. That works for some. I’m better at following my biorhythms: I write when I’m on, I edit or do marketing/etc when I’m not. That cycle is very productive for me. An Eye For Danger was originally written in 4 weeks. It’s the editing that takes forever to finish!


Let’s talk about your writing process. Are you a plotter or pantser? Are there any weird things that you do before you start to sit down to write? (Like stretch those fingers…? Scream at the computer…?)

I’m definitely a pantser. The characters even correct me when I try to force something. I’ve tried to force plots, and the story shuts down. I waited 10 years to find out what happens in the end of my WWII love story, because I kept trying to force the material. So the story “shut down” and hibernated till I learned to let go and trust my characters.


What is your call story?

Sorry, I don’t know what this means


Have you always envisioned yourself a writer? What were you doing before you started writing? Has your earlier career influence your current one?

I was trained to be a journalist and worked as an editor for small pubs for years and as a freelance writer. Journalism is succinct storytelling, so many of those skills translate into fiction.

Since I’m an editor as well as an author, I know when to switch between the writer brain and the editor brain. This is critical for authors to learn, so you:

1) conserve energies

2) don’t fight yourself and undermine your strengths by forcing yourself to write when you are in your editing brain (or vice versa), and

3) produce more natural material as opposed to “forced” material.

How to you separate the writer from the editor? Let me take a second to teach this to readers, just in case they are struggling with this issue.

For years I’ve taught writing classes. To turn off the students’ inner editor, I did an exercise where we learned to brainstorm together quickly. We’d pick a subject, then brainstorm related concepts and build a big list of words. Anything goes–the crazier the better. No shutting down, no stopping, no erasing words on the page. No EDITING.

Then we’d move to a writing exercise that was more storytelling driven. Again, writing fast, moving forward, no erasing, no going backwards, just driving out words onto the page. We didn’t call this writing, but BRAINSTORMING.

Now, during the conversation time we might play with editing in the form of choosing “new directions” for the subject matter of the writing exercise. I mean “brainstorming exercise”. Instead of a red car, we’d pick a blue truck, for example. Then we’d think about how that might change the storyline or the characters or the reader’s experience. In other words, we’d pull back for a broader view of the story.

The point of this exercise is to write when you write–let it all flow, crazy and sane alike, like a brainstorming session. Then in editing we can choose different directions, different words, different ideas. We can analyze and question and re-envision storylines.

This is how you stay sane as an author and write/edit more effectively!


Where do you see yourself 5 years from now with your writing career?

Well, there was that Academy award and the Hugo and the Rita and… Frankly? I’m just happy to have readers experience these stories and characters that have been living only in my head and on my hard drive. I have 3 other books to finish writing and/or editing this next year (or two), so the future is about publishing more stories and in multiple genres, from Romantic Suspense to Women’s Fiction to Paranormal.  So, five years from now, I hope to be earning enough from my author career to buy my husband out of his job so we can travel. And then I can then write stories from exotic locations, because you know authors NEVER retire!


What is the hardest thing you’ve had to overcome in your writing career so far?

The fear of having your parents read your work when you write about issues like violence or sex, such as in Romantic Suspense. Especially the sex part. The industry expects more sensual material, bordering on erotica these days, and, well, I like to deliver to my readers a deep story, both in the suspense and the romance departments.

So when my dad asked the name/location of my novel, I mentioned this fear to him. He laughed and asked for the name/location again anyway. I’m doomed!


Through research, what is the most silly thing you’ve ever done?

Not the silliest, but most earnest thing I’ve done in researching for my book, An Eye For Danger, was I entered the Seattle Police Department’s Citizens’ Academy, a 10-week program to learn about local law enforcement. My husband thought I wanted to become a cop. I’m 43. That’s a late game change if I ever heard one!


What genres do you read? Do you read what you write?

As an editor, I read everything. From memoir to romance to sci-fi to YA. It’s my job to be diverse and well-read. That being said, I’m a slow reader because I’m dyslexic. Yes, an dyslexic editor. Whodathunkit!


What’s the last book you’ve read for fun? Did you read it on an e-Reader or are you still a paperback-kind-of-person?

I’ve take to ereaders well because I can adjust font size when my eyes are tired, so I move through books faster. My latest read for fun was “Chosen” by Denise Grover Swank, which was a mix of Romantic Suspense with a bit of psychic and paranormal going on. I love that the genres are mixing up now. With the ebook and indie author movement, we have more freedom to move beyond the traditional borders of fiction. Our stories can finally go where they want to go without worrying about which book shelf they fit in the store.


What did you wish you had known back then when you began writing?

I wish I knew how long it would take to learn how to write novels. I studied to be a short story writer through high school and college. Writing novels is insanely different in terms of story arcs and energy commitment. Took years to learn my craft. And even longer to be able to teach it!


Is there anything else you’d want your readers and friends to know about you?

I grew up on welfare with a mom who raised 4 kids alone and was slowly becoming disabled, so I got my first job at 10 and paid bills in high school. I learned early to work hard and be on my own.

My mom told us we could be anyone we wanted to be. That no one was better than we were, but that we were also not better than anyone else. Meanwhile, others told me that kids on welfare would never graduate from high school let alone go to college or get good jobs. Well, my brothers and I put ourselves through college and we all graduated from UC Berkeley.

I’ve been told NO a lot in my life, so I use it as a challenge. Likewise, I want other authors to take the naysaying, whether from outsiders or insiders or even from their internal selves, and reply, “Oh, yeah? Just watch me!”


And lastly, where can we find you?

Email:    christinefairchild@yahoo.com

Twitter:    http://www.Twitter.com/fairchild01

Facebook:    Christine Cook Fairchild

Website:    http://EditorDevil.blogspot.com


Thank you so much for being a star!

Some folks want different types of files, I’m happy to accomodate with a copy of one of my Editor Devil Guides (The Editor Devil’s Guide to DIALOGUE & The Editor Devil’s Guide to CHARACTERS) for ANY reader who requests it!

For one big winner, I’ll give 1) both guides and 2) my novel, An Eye For Danger, and 3) a $25 gift certificate to Amazon.



An Eye For Danger

When former war photographer Jules Larson braves a PTSD attack to jog beyond her five-block safety zone in Central Park, she runs right into a murder scene.




We marched into Central Park at dawn. My yellow mutt, Max, trotted at my side while Johnny Cash pounded “Get Rhythm” over my iPod and my heart threatened to burst through my chest. Only three more blocks till I crossed into no-man’s land. If I could hold down breakfast that far. In college a five-mile run didn’t break a sweat on me, but now a stroll beyond Great Hill could drop me to my knees. So I’d pumped myself with enough caffeine to power Manhattan and rolled out the door before food vendors hit the sidewalks. Now all I needed was courage to exceed my five-block safety zone without another damn panic attack.

I stared at my hands. Shaking. “Just the caffeine,” I said to Max. Yeah, right, Jules.

October fog blanched the sky, the mist dampening my skin when I’d otherwise be sweating fiercely. An early frost had iced over North Meadow’s ball fields, so the grass snapped underfoot as I pushed through the thick air. Even mighty New York could be conquered, at least by the weather.

Max dropped into a stalk position. Probably just another squirrel he wanted to torture. They were racking up these days.

Instinct kicked in and I caught Max’s leather collar. “Don’t you desert me, buddy. Not today.” Today was the day I broke free. “You’re my wingman, so no squirrels, no distractions.” I tugged, and Max gently head-butted my thigh before resuming his post jogging at my side. Just proof that God made dogs first.

We moved into denser woods, where blazing red and amber leaves of the park’s giant trees drifted to the ground. Max growled, a low rumble that cut through my music, which I turned down when I saw a pair of large boots jutting into our path. Military boots the color of ash, their plastic heels cracked and peeling. To these were attached narrow legs in desert camouflage pants with threadbare knees.

“Shhh,” I whispered to Max as I signaled him to sit and stay: index finger up, palm out. “He’s one of ours.”

The rest of the man’s body lay half-wrapped in a black sleeping bag under a bush. With these temperatures, he should be fully engulfed in a heating blanket to survive.

At a lean I could see his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling. Alive. Barely, from the look of him. His face reminded me of a diseased tomato left in the sun: bright red blotches for cheeks, crinkled skin stained black with dirt at the edges, and deeply cracked lips. A mat of dreadlocks served as his beard. At least his coat looked new, like he’d picked it up at one of those Army supply stores, but the chevrons he’d safety-pinned to his shoulder caps told me this guy wasn’t just dressing the part. The insignia for a master sergeant’s ranking, if memory served me right.

My heart skipped a beat when I noted the baby-blue baseball cap from a Brooklyn Little League covering his balding head. Maybe he’d known the kid who’d owned the hat, or had fathered him. Somewhere, sometime, somebody had loved this guy. And maybe still did. Life just stank sometimes.

From my sports bra I pulled the twenty-dollar bill allocated for my cab fare home after my anticipated nuclear meltdown and my all-too-familiar inability to walk thereafter. I could always crawl home. Cement could be the new skin exfoliant.

With my fingers still trembling, I shook the bill in the air like a damned flag, an irony not lost on a woman who’d spent her share of time buried in Middle East bunkers, hiding from Taliban grenade rocket launchers and AK-7 gunfire. Shaking under fire had been shameful enough, but shaking every time the toaster popped fell into the nuthouse category.

I folded the bill in fourths to fit it into the man’s boot. That’s when I saw he was still military at heart. He’d tucked his desert-duty trousers inside his boots and tied the laces so tight not even hot sand would seep in, let alone cold hard cash.

So I crab-walked under the branches to tuck the money into the man’s coat. Enough for a solid meal. Or a bottle of his choice. The cloud of liquor over his head hadn’t escaped my notice, but who was I to judge. Lord only knew the nightmares that drove him to drink. They’d driven me to worse.

“God help us both,” I whispered, feeling petty for the sentiment. If he awoke, he’d probably be more angry than grateful.

So I scrambled out of there, taking to the track with new heart, though the old one was still threatening a coronary rupture. I spat the sourness from my mouth and aimed for the base of Great Hill at a clip. My stomach still mixed a nasty cocktail of adrenaline and anticipation, but at least my motives had clarified. My mission remained: take the hill, get my life back, or at least my sanity.

Max galloped beside me like a rocking horse, tongue spilling sideways for all the thrills we were having. I could take lessons from Max; despite his temper, he was loyal to the core and never missed a chance to brave adventure. Years ago, people would have said the same of me.

My knees quivered beneath me. “Not today, damn you.”

I’d reclaim that fearless woman today of all days. Another anniversary of Luke’s death, another doctor’s misdiagnosis and prescription for pills I refused to swallow because I knew I wouldn’t stop at one, another attempt to rejoin the rest of humanity. PTSD was for soldiers, like that vet sleeping in the bushes, not trust-fund photographers from the Upper West Side. He’d probably volunteered for multiple tours of eating bullets for breakfast, and then returned to the shock of a quiet stateside life, a shitty paycheck, and little or no emotional connectivity. Smiling neighbors, laughing families; happiness he couldn’t relate to let alone endorse. While I’d escaped a mere six weeks filled with the staccato of distant assault rifles to come home to my plush life and plan a wedding, only to watch Luke burn to death on the streets of New York.

Difference was, the vet’s suffering was called valor; mine was called first-degree manslaughter.

He’d be alive if you hadn’t been so careless.

“Enough.” I blinked, jumping back into my body. Max looked up, ears flat, like I’d scolded him. “Not you, buddy.” I rubbed his velvety ear. Who needed meds when I had Max. “Never you.”

Lengthening my strides, I took the incline to Great Hill.

An accident, that’s all it was. An accident.

My chest felt on fire, and still I ran. Harder. Feet pumping, pulse quickening. October’s chill burned my lungs, so I breathed in through flared nose, out through pursed lips. Controlled.

Focus, Jules, you can make it this time.

Yet the air was already thinner. Like I was climbing the damned Himalayas. At least I wasn’t wheezing, and I wasn’t passed out. Upright was a good sign.

Max’s growl sounded a new alarm.

“Not another squirrel.” My voice sounded as strained as my nerves. My gaze shot to the top of the hill and my feet halted. Not a squirrel.

Rusty leaves scattered on the air as a man bent and raked debris into a pile with his bare hands, like a dog covering his bone. Even from my distance I recognized his military-style boots, but his orange Carhartt pants conveyed he was no soldier, not even the homeless kind. His pea coat, wool cap pulled low, and the lack of gardening tools told me he was no groundskeeper either. At least groundskeepers wore uniforms that didn’t scream Unabomber.

His task complete, the man rose onto trunk legs, expanded his tank-sized chest and shook out his black shaggy beard of debris. Tall, scowling, bearish—no man outside a battlefield should look so menacing. And I’d photographed the worst of them.

A shiver twisted down my spine. Max and I were yet unseen but standing in the open. At a 100 yards, we still had time to U-turn, retreat to my apartment, hide inside my safe shell. Or we could go off-trail, cut north through the trees, circumvent the man, and still take the hill. Hell, we could just jog past, ignoring him. He was well off our path, skirting the edge of the woods, and probably as slow as sludge with all that weight on his bones.

Max pulled against my grip, wanting a piece of the action, but I held tight, deciphering my intentions, if not my courage. Which obstacle was I really avoiding here, the thug or the hill, and where the hell could I run and not see monsters in every shadow? Besides my usual gutful of guilt, the only real obstacle standing between me and that tree was one ugly bastard. Ugly, I could handle.

My target atop the hill stood within view: our tree, Luke had called it. The place where he’d asked me to marry him a week before the accident. Now just my tree, a twisting elm with a three-story canopy and deeply-grooved bark that I could still feel under my palms. A symbol of love and life.

Military training kicked in: feel the fear, and move your ass anyway.

But I hadn’t taken two steps when a second man stumbled through the brush, clutching his belly. Though a half-foot shorter and a good 50 pounds lighter, he looked no better dressed, no better shaven. Same pea coat, same dark cap and long beard, same designer-thug look.

Shouts flew, arms thrashed the air between the men. I hit stop on my MP3 player to catch details of their fight.

“You can try, brother,” said Bear Man, “but I’ll still plow you under. Just like Tony.”

Shit, there were three of them?

Max crouched, ready to charge—just enough Lab to be curious, just enough German shepherd to brave trouble. And these thugs reeked of trouble.

My cold fingers couldn’t hold Max back much longer, and we couldn’t stand here all morning without being noticed eventually. I wasn’t so neurotic I couldn’t calculate bad odds, and though I’d had more defensive training than most women, at 5’6″ and 138 pounds I wasn’t going to win any heavyweight titles against these big boys. Not even with Max as wingman.

Clinging to Max’s collar, I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile crawling up my throat, and watched the new guy get a running start, only for Bear Man to arm-block him to the ground so hard the guy flattened on his back and his cap flew off. A shock of long, brassy hair spilled out as he rolled to his side, shaking stars from his head. He struggled to a crouch and then onto one knee. Barely.

By now, Bear Man stood over him, smiling like a steak breakfast had just been served, laughter bursting from his belly, a thunder that seemed to shake leaves from the trees. “Should’ve finished you at the river, Sam,” he said. “What a waste of training.”

“Like I said, can’t teach a new dog old tricks. Your training sucked.” Fists clenched, this ‘Sam’ guy dug in his position, forced himself to stand—posture that bragged of audacity when he looked clearly outclassed, courage when he faced certain defeat. Or he was just drunk.

Bear Man took one step and threw a roundhouse to Sam’s head. A sickening crack of bone on bone. And down the sucker went again.

Poor sap’s asking to get his brains beat out.

My teeth were grinding so hard I could hear the enamel wear away. I’d seen worse fights. Marine on Marine could prove brutal. Still, this looked like less of a fight than a would-be slaughter.

Seconds ticked till Sam stirred, rolling in slow motion onto his side and rubbing his eyes like he couldn’t justify the world swirling. He got as far as sitting on his heels, and then he dropped his chin to his chest, his shoulders sagging, exhausted of fight. Maybe he hadn’t the strength to stand. Or the motivation.

Come on, come on. Get up. I might as well have been leaning on the ropes of a boxing ring, I grew so charged. Their battle could be over a woman’s love or stolen loot for all I cared, but I knew that giving up killed your soul first, your body last.

Bear Man retrieved something from the pile of leaves as I stood rock still and shushed Max. Any decent New Yorker would run the other direction, but I hated an uneven fight, hated bullies even worse. My dog may have been the most important guy in my life, but an underdog was a sure second. That and some desperate part of me still believed one person could make a difference in this lousy world. But without a cell phone I couldn’t call the cops and, even if I did, by the time police arrived late tomorrow, the worst would be done.

And things looked like they were about to get much, much worse.

By the time Bear Man returned, that belly laugh sending shock waves of dread through me, Sam had managed to prop onto one knee again, tilting furiously.

Max writhed within my hold, his feet scratching at the pavement. I was barely hanging on to his collar. I looked to my tree, then to the man on his knees. Missions changed, even in battle.

Instinctively, I stepped forward, willing Sam to his feet. “Get up, damn it.”

He caught my movement and stiffened, staring downhill at me.

Then Bear Man’s head snapped my direction. Oh, shit.

I froze. Max lunged, breaking from my grip and barking a hailstorm of threats as he rocketed toward the men. And when Max’s bark boomed, he got attention.

Sam scrambled to his feet, as Bear Man moved to intercept the bellowing dog charging him full force.

“Max, come!” I raced uphill, lengths behind my dog. Another bite to a human by Max and he could get put down. If Bear Man didn’t execute the job himself. With his bare knuckles.

I charged. No one touched my dog.

Whatever air I’d been struggling to capture before came in gusts now, my lungs expanding and contracting like an Olympian’s, my full-out sprint closing the distance.

Max snarled, springing in small motions toward Bear Man’s knees. If the thug moved an inch, Max would strike. Then I realized half the growls were coming from Bear Man. If Max struck, the man would move in for the kill.

At least their standoff gave Sam time to run. But the idiot just waited, watching.

“Naughty dog.” I caught Max’s collar and laughed, pretending innocence. “You’re on heel,” I said, then pulled Max backwards, unable to quell his snarling, barking fury. And not really wanting to.

Max writhed and twisted, pinching my fingers within his collar. His teeth were fully bared, saliva dripping at the corners, more vicious then I’d ever seen him. And with reason. From our close range I’d caught the acrid smoke of Bear Man’s clothes, noted the char marks on his pant legs, felt the weight of a predator’s stare from eyes full of all kinds of hate. The man made Sing Sing inmates look like milkmaids.

My gaze shifted to Sam, who should be running for the hills by now. Instead, the guy was silently swinging his head side to side, his wide eyes imploring: Don’t stop, lady.

“Sorry, still working on his training.” I laughed, relying on that dumb blonde stereotype and a pretty smile to get my ass out of harm’s way, but regretting the unintended reference to their argument. Hopefully, they’d seen my earbuds and assumed I couldn’t hear a thing over my music.

I towed Max straight through a puddle, keeping my head down. Way down.

My peripheral view remained locked on the men as we trotted off. Sprinting would hook Bear Man’s suspicion, draw him after us. So I kept perfect form, ran a casual pace, though not a calm one. Either he’d chase us down and beat us to death, or he’d assume I’d been too preoccupied with my dog to notice the glint of a metal pipe in his hand.

We neared the tree atop Great Hill and were about to cross the demarcation line into no-man’s land when my brain hurtled needle-sharp warnings to stop. Flashes of flames, the pressure of hot air hitting like a giant slap, the stink of burning rubber. I hadn’t stepped beyond this periphery in two years, and my nervous system decided to remind me why with a few mental postcards.

Damn it, this is no time for reminiscing.

My feet trudged, leaden and numb at once. Wires got crossed, intentions and actions mismatched, muscles stopped responding. Run, don’t run. God, I wanted to puke.

My lungs began to seize, the pressure spreading from my chest to my throat. This impassable space, where Luke had gotten onto one knee, where time had stopped in a fantasy of happiness, grew thick as water and cold as ice. A glacial tide against my tumbling pebble.

Bear Man turned his head our direction, saw me slowing. Then he pivoted his whole body to face us.

My nerves ratcheted up a dozen more notches.

“Run!” shouted Sam as he leapt at Bear Man and grabbed the pipe… [END EXCERPT]


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Aug 24 2012

Hot ‘n’ Heavenly Romance

Today, our guest of honor is Silke Juppenlatz. It’s so nice to have you here! Hope you’re ready to party!
I was born ready!


First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you say club soda, we’ll have to send you to the corner…)

Depends on which wine, and which beer. I’m German, I’m partial to both.

Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt kind of person?
Depends on my mood. Sometimes I go for sugar, sometimes for salt. Sometimes for both! And if there is chocolate involved, all bets are off.


*squints eyes * Are you old enough to drink?

Just barely. *cough* Can’t you tell?


Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?
I brought a dish to the party. See? (And Tiffy said she’ll skin anyone who offers to “do the dish”. You’ve been warned.)

Blurb:   Keep your enemies close…

Poor little Tiffy — that’s how her pack members and the Alpha view her after the brutal murder of her father, and Tiffy is sick of it. She wants independence, not pity or protection. Then handsome Lycan Keric O’Neill shows up and Tiffy wouldn’t mind some protection — and other things — from him.

When Keric finds himself the target of Tiffy’s misguided seduction, his mission to track down his brother takes a violent turn at the hands of the Alpha — but yields some devastating revelations.

Two years later he is back. This time he will stop at nothing to avenge his brother, and even falling for Tiffy won’t sway him from his goal. Unaware of her past and the links to his brother, he doesn’t know his actions and heritage will crush Tiffy’s fragile trust.

But danger comes in many forms, and when Keric’s secrets and betrayal come to light, will revenge and vindictive pack members destroy the delicate bond between them?


What makes your characters so special?

My wolves are genetic wolves, not bitten or created. They aren’t out to “make more”, and they aren’t particularly tormented by their abilities. Sure, they’re not going out of their way to announce their existence to the world, but they aren’t hiding either. However, because of pack politics they have to contend with a bit more baggage than the average human. I do like tormented heroes, but mine aren’t at odds with what they are. Their torment usually has other reasons, but tends to be compounded by what — or who!– they are…


Alright, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast!


So, what do you write? And why?

I write paranormal romance. Shapeshifters, vampires, angels, fae…you name it. As to why… I write to entertain myself. (Oh, you thought I write so people can read it? Ha!) If it doesn’t entertain me, then it will never see the light of day.


What would your characters say about you?

My characters would likely have me arrested and stuffed into a padded cell. Anything, just as long as it would stop me torturing them. Ask Keric. I nearly killed him. Twice.


What do you like doing besides writing and reading? Is it dangerous?

When I’m not writing, I can be found (not that anyone is looking) romping through the woods with the “other man” in my life. Paul knows about him and doesn’t mind. Says he keeps me out of trouble–and away from the computer. Plus, he makes sure I don’t get too fat.

Okay, maybe I should clarify that the “other man” is a 10 year old Paso Fino gelding who is part mudpig, part puppy, part energizer bunny. I don’t think he knows he’s a horse.
As for dangerous…yeah. I guess it can be. I always have bruises, squished toes, and get an occasional headbutt. Plus…he’s fast. And coming off at 30mph in the middle of the woods isn’t something I want to repeat in a hurry. I can fly, but it doesn’t work so well without a plane… But you know what they say: Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing.


Where do you dream of traveling to and why?

I want to cross the USA East to West on horseback. Because I’ve always wanted to do it, because it’s there, because I prefer to see a country (or continent) other than from the window of a car or train.
When I win the lottery (or sell many, many books–hint hint!) I’ll do it.

What do you think makes a good story?

Good characterization and conflict. Romance is (mostly) character driven, and if you don’t have characters people can identify with and care about, then they won’t care about the conflict either. Conflict is essential, or there is nothing to drive the story forward and keep it interesting, but if you have great conflict and lame characterization…it’s not going to work. So yeah, I think getting those two right is what makes a good story.

Tell us about one of your favorite characters from your books.

Tiffy. She was introduced as a side character in Howl, but I really liked her. She was quirky and cute, just a kid then. I never intended to give her a starring role, but then one late night, after edits on Howl were done, I was chatting with my editor on Skype…and spun out an idea I had. Next thing I knew, “Watch Me” was born.


What else are you working on right now?
Caedir is in edits right now, scheduled for release in March 2013.
And…hmm…there might be a third “Pack Justice” book following on from “Watch Me” in the works…


Last question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work?

Website:   http://www.evilauthor.com

    Twitter:    http://twitter.com/Evil_Author

    Facebook:    http://www.facebook.com/silke.juppenlatz1

    G+:   https://plus.google.com/106116011046480009163
    Goodreads:    http://www.goodreads.com/SilkeJuppenlatz


Thank you so much for coming, you had a giveaway you wanted to tell readers about?

To coincide with the release of “Watch Me” on the 3rd September, I’m giving away a copy of Howl to one commenter on RAH!

Aug 21 2012

Delicious men…Wicked women…Heated love

Hi folks!  Thanks for your patience – happy to bring us back to a regular schedule with a GiveAway from Avril Ashton!


Today, our guest of honor is Avril Ashton. It’s so nice to have you here! Hope you’re ready to party! Thanks for hosting me today!


First Questions: Wine or beer? (If you say club soda, we’ll have to send you to the corner…)

Beer. I like a nice, cold Corona.


Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt kind of person?

Cake. I like it sweet.


*squints eyes * Are you old enough to drink? LOL I am. Barely ;-)


Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?

Blurb: He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.

Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.


What makes your characters so special?

Aside from the fact that I say they are? I like my women strong, vulgar and take charge, and I only deal with the men who can keep up with them.


Alright, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast!


So, what do you write? And why?

I write romance. In all its shades and many of its genres. Because there are people in my head who won’t shut up? Because it’s the only thing I do well.


Why did you want to become an author?

I like stories. Reading and telling. I love the emotion and the journey and that oh-so-satisfying ending. It was a natural progression. I also revere the author who can make me cry. My goal is to make the reader tear up, one at a time.


What would your characters say about you?

They’d probably say I read way too much. And I’m always crying and cursing at them.


What do you like doing besides writing and reading? Is it dangerous?

I eat cake. It can be dangerous, yes. LOL


What do you think makes a good story?

A good story is one that grabs the reader from the first paragraph of the first page and never lets up. It’s one that makes you feel, makes you care, and gets you emotional. Be it angry, sad, or happy. Any story that elicits a visceral reaction is a good story.


What are you passionate about?

I’m passionate about books, about love and about life. I’m passionate about equality, responsibility and accountability.


Do you like more Alpha or Beta heroes?

Gimme Alphas any day.


Last question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work?

Website:    http://www.avrilashton.webs.com

Twitter:    @AvrilAsh – http://www.twitter.com/AvrilAsh

Facebook:    http://www.facebook.com/writeravrilashton


Thank you so much for coming!

Thanks again for having me. One lucky commenter will get the chance to win a pdf of their choice of one of my backlist titles. Please include your email address with your comments.