My 10 Favorite Things About Louisiana

I’m thrilled to welcome award-winning author Ellen Byron to the Power of 10 series. Today, Ellen shares her love for Louisiana and her upcoming release, Body on the Bayou.

Here’s Ellen!

Ellen Byron (fnl) (2)Jambalaya. Of all the fabulous Louisiana dishes, jambalaya is by far my favorite. It’s almost impossible to get it wrong. FYI, there are two basic kinds of jambalaya, brown and red. Red, which has a tomato base, is considered Creole jambalaya and dominates in New Orleans. Brown is prevalent in Cajun Country. I heart them both.

Swamp tours. I’ve done about a half dozen of these and never tire of them. During a recent tour of Lake Martin outside Breaux Bridge, we saw two gators fighting! No matter what tour I take, I’m fascinated by the otherworldly flora and fauna. Swamp tours make for a great day trip from New Orleans, as do…

Plantation tours. I’m a history and architecture buff, so I find these fascinating, especially since many tours now incorporate the dark role slavery played in plantation life. (For years, they ignored it.) My Cajun Country Mystery series was inspired by several of the plantations on the River Road.

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Bayou Teche. The definition of a bayou is “a slow-moving body of water,” and South Louisiana is full of them. But my favorite is Bayou Teche, which meanders for a hundred and twenty-five miles through charming towns like New Iberia, Breaux Bridge, and St. Martinville, offering lovely vistas all along the way.

The St. Charles Avenue streetcar. As a college student at Tulane University, one of my favorite off-campus activities was a ride on the legendary St. Charles Avenue streetcar. North of the campus, it took me to the Riverbend neighborhood and Camellia Grill, a NOLA favorite. South, it traveled through the lovely Garden District to the French Quarter. Don’t miss it.

The cocktails. At home, I rarely drink anything but wine and the occasional margarita or mojito. But oh, the drinks of New Orleans. Pimm’s Cup, Ramos Gin Fizz, Brandy Milk Punch, Hurricanes. And of course, the Sazerac, which the Louisiana State Legislature proclaimed as New Orlean’s official cocktail. You’ve gotta love a state that takes such pride in its mixed drinks.

ellenbyronbuidingwithflagsHotels Mazarin and Le Marais. I’ve had some great hotel experiences in New Orleans, and some dreadful ones. But the hands-down lodging winners are these two beautiful and historic hostelries. The rooms are wonderful, the service impeccable, and the full breakfasts – especially at Mazarin – are excellent. They’re part of the New Orleans Hotel Collection, which rescues derelict properties and turns them into elegant lodging. Bravo, NOHC!

Moon Walk. Moon Walk sits across Decatur Street from Jackson Square in the French Quarter. I love to walk down the steps to the edge of the Mississippi, listen to the river lap at my feet, and watch the boats drift by. It offers a nice break from the Quarter’s cacophony. Fun fact: the Walk is named after one of New Orleans’ most famous mayors, Moon Landrieu, who shepherded the project in the mid-1970s.

ellenbyronutTulane University. Yes, I’m biased because this happens to be my alma mater. But it’s a charming campus, so if you’ve opted for a ride on the St. Charles streetcar, why not take visit the home of the Green Wave? It’s next to Loyola University and across the street from Audubon Park, so you can wander through both of those locations. Or explore some of the turn-of-the-century mansions in the Silk Stocking Ward, which is the nickname for the Uptown area where the universities and park are located.

The people. I just love Louisiana natives. They’re warm, quirky, and engaging. New Orleans is a city, so you will run into the occasional prickly personality. But for the most part, the locals live by the state’s upbeat motto: laissez les bon temps rouler. Let the good times roll!

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Blurb

The Crozats feared that past murders at Crozat Plantation B&B might spell the death of their beloved estate, but they’ve managed to survive the scandal. Now there’s a très bigger story in Pelican, Louisiana: the upcoming nuptials between Maggie Crozat’s nemesis, Police Chief Rufus Durand, and her co-worker, Vanessa Fleer.

Maggie, inexplicably tasked with being Vanessa’s Maid of Honor, quickly discovers why everyone else refused the assignment when the Bridezilla hands her a long list of duties–the most important of which is entertaining Vanessa’s cousin, Ginger Fleer-Starke, a mysterious woman with dangerous secrets. But just days before the wedding, Ginger’s lifeless body is found on the bayou behind Crozat Plantation and the Pelican PD, as well as the Crozats, have another murder mystery on their hands.

There’s a gumbo-potful of suspects, including an ex-Marine with PTSD, an annoying local newspaper reporter, and Vanessa’s own sparkplug of a mother. But when it looks like the investigation is zeroing in on Vanessa as the prime suspect, Maggie reluctantly adds keeping the bride-to-be out of jail to her list of Maid of Honor responsibilities in Body on the Bayou, the second in Ellen Byron’s charming and witty series.

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Bio

Ellen Byron’s debut novel, Plantation Shudders: A Cajun Country Mystery, has been nominated for Agatha, Lefty, and Daphne awards, and was chosen by the Library Journal as Debut Mystery of the Month. The second book in the series, Body on the Bayou, which offers “everything cozy readers could want,” according to Publishers Weekly, launches September 13, 2016. Her TV credits include Wings, Just Shoot Me, and many network pilots. She’s the recipient of a William F. Deeck-Malice Domestic Grant.

Where to find Ellen…

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Happy Serendipity Day!

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Today is Serendipity Day, an officially recognized annual event and special day to celebrate unexpected and much appreciated grace.

Here of ten of my favorite quotations about serendipitous events…

The universe is always speaking to us…sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities, reminding us to stop, to look around, to believe in something else, something more. Nancy Thayer

There’ll always be serendipity involved in discovery. Jeff Bezos

Life is full of surprises and serendipity. Being open to unexpected turns on the road is an important part of success. If you try to plan every step, you may miss those wonderful twists and turns. Just find your next adventure—do it well, enjoy it—and then, not now, think about what comes next. Dr. Condoleezza Rice

Sometimes serendipity is just intention unmasked. Elizabeth Berg

Unless you leave room for Serendipity…How can the Divine enter? Joseph Campbell

History is an intricate web of timing, people, circumstances and serendipity. Don Rittner

In reality, serendipity accounts for one percent of the blessings we receive in life, work and love. The other 99 percent is due to our efforts. Peter McWilliams

Serendipity: Look for something, find something else and realize that what you’ve found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.
Lawrence Block

What people call serendipity is just having your eyes open. Jose Manuel Barroso

If you use it intelligently, Twitter can be a form of engineered serendipity. Jason Silva


New Contract!

20014660_sLast week, my contract for Too Many Women in the Room was finalized by editor Kinan Werdski and Publisher Rhonda Penders of The Wild Rose Press.

This is the second book in the Gilda Greco Mystery Series and will include many of the characters from A Season for Killing Blondes and several new ones, among them a charismatic Greek chef.

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Eight women have eight different motives for wanting to kill a lecherous photographer. One woman succeeds.

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Coming Spring 2017!


First Two Pages: A Season for Killing Blondes

ASeasonforKillingBlondes_w9101_750 (2)Bestselling author Louise Penny does not mince words. In a recent article, she offered the following advice: “If you’re writing your first work of crime fiction, place the body near the beginning of your book—preferably on the first page, perhaps the first sentence. In later books this won’t be as necessary, but agents and editors like it established early, so readers know what they’re getting.”

Excellent advice, but not always possible, as I discovered during the writing of my first novel, A Season for Killing Blondes. After much deliberation and experimentation, I was able to introduce the dead body on Page 3, close enough to the beginning of the book.

As for the first two pages, I decided to highlight the Italian flavor of the cozy mystery.

Continue reading on B.K. Stevens’ blog.


Spotlight on The Mercenary and the Shifter


Congrats to Soul Mate authors C.D. Hersh on their latest release…

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Blurb

When mercenary soldier Michael Corritore answers a desperate call from an ex-military buddy, he finds himself in the middle of a double kidnapping, caught in an ancient war between two shape shifter factions, and ensnared between two female shape shifters after the same thing … him.

Shape shifter Fiona Kayler will do anything to keep the shipping company her father left her, including getting in bed with the enemy. But when she believes the man trying to steal her company is involved with kidnapping her nephew, she must choose between family, fortune, and love. The problem is … she wants all three.

Hook

A desperate call from an ex-military buddy lands a mercenary soldier in the middle of a double kidnapping, caught in an ancient shape shifter war, and ensnared between two female shape shifters after the same thing … him.

Log Line

A mercenary soldier lands in the middle of a double kidnapping, an ancient shape shifter war, and two female shape shifters after the same thing … him.

Excerpt

Mike Corritore wheeled up the circular drive of the impressive house on Lakeshore Road and cut the engine on his motorcycle. After a quick glance around, he shouldered the bags containing his clothes, ammo, pump shotgun, and talwar sword. Then he headed for the carved front door. The doorbell echoed inside indicating the mansion had a cavernous entry hall. He searched the entrance stoop for security cameras and found none.

What the heck had he gotten himself into? A rich bitch, with no security on her home, mixed up with a bad syndicate spelled major trouble. With this chintzy level of security, it would take more time than he originally anticipated to make her house and business secure.
After a couple of minutes the door opened.

“Can I help you?” asked an attractive redhead.

“I’m Mike Corritore. Here to see Fiona Kayler. Will you tell her I’ve arrived?”

The redhead looked him over, then braced her legs shoulder width apart and crossed her arms over her curvy bust. “Do you have identification, Mr. Corritore?”

Mike returned her once-over. Her porcelain complexion blushed pink at his bold examination, and she tossed her mane of wavy, mahogany hair defiantly.

Damn, she was gorgeous.

If she thought her insolent pose enough to keep him, or intruders out, she’d better reconsider.

“Hugh sent me.” He stepped forward but she blocked him.

“A driver’s license for your very expensive motorcycle will suffice,” she said, wiggling her fingers at him. When he didn’t comply, she stepped back and reached to the side of the door.

The distinct cachung of a gun cocking sent him flying to the right of the doorway.

“Identification, Mr. Corritore. Please,” she said as she leveled a pistol at him.

Mike dug in his rear pants’ pocket. “Hugh lied,” he said as he held out his driver’s license. “You don’t need protection.”

After inspecting his identification, she lowered her weapon and waved him inside. “For my business, Mr. Corritore. I’m capable of protecting my home, but I can’t draw my gun just anywhere.”

“You should get a conceal and carry license,” Mike said as he entered.

She put the safety on the gun and stashed the weapon in the table beside the front door.

“I take it you’re not the help,” he said, glancing around the entry hall.

She held out her hand. “Fiona Kayler. Nice to meet you, Mr. Corritore.”

“Mike,” he said, taking her hand. Her palm, warm and soft, told him she lived a life of leisure. But her strong grip screamed, No patsy. He held her hand a bit longer than he should have. She wriggled free and waved him to the left.

“Ladies first.”

With a nod, she led him toward a sumptuously decorated room. He followed, his eyes taking in the soft curves of her rear as she sashayed across the marble-tiled floor. Mike’s body reacted to the seductive wiggle of her bottom. She walked as sexy as she looked.

Keep your mind on the job, Corritore. He shifted his gaze away from temptation, searching the ceiling and corners of the entry for security cameras. If she had them, they were well hidden.

The measured click of her high heels on the hard marble tile floor disappeared as they stepped on the thick, white carpet of the living room. This room appeared cozier than the entry. A huge gold, gilt-edged mirror hung over the fireplace reflecting the scene outside the oversized plate-glass window.

She motioned to a seat beside the fireplace. Mike chose a location less exposed to the exterior, where he could watch the entrance to the room. Fiona dragged a side chair across the room to where he sat, positioning it at a right angle to his seat. Two vertical furrows appeared in the carpeting, bisecting their shoe impressions and the vacuumed paths in the thick fibers. Apparently, she didn’t use this room much.

“So, Ms. Kayler—”

“Fiona,” she corrected.

“Fiona, exactly what do you need me to do?” As he said the words, he had a lurid vision of what he’d like to do to this lovely woman. He shook it off. She was Hugh’s friend and in trouble. He had no business screwing around with damsels in distress. They were needy. The last thing he wanted.

“A couple of years ago I had a problem with smugglers. They brought in some hazardous materials which got me in trouble with Homeland Security and the FBI. They cleared me, but my business took a pretty big hit. To keep things afloat, I’ve had to get in bed with some rough characters recently.”

At the phrase get in bed with Mike cocked his eyebrow at her.

“Not literally,” she amended quickly, as a dusky pink blush crept over her pale complexion. “I need my security beefed up so I don’t have a replay of two years ago.”

“Any good security company could upgrade you.”

“I also need someone I can trust implicitly. Hugh vouched for you, and I trust Hugh.”

“We should start with your home security. I didn’t see surveillance cameras at the door.”

“My home is perfectly safe. It’s my business I’m concerned about.”

Fiona crossed her arms over her chest, her body language closing off to further suggestions. Mike followed her motions. As he did, he spotted a red dot on her chest. The dot wiggled.

“Get down!” Mike shouted as he dove for Fiona.

Amazon Buy Links

The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 1)

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Blood Brothers (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 2)

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Son of the Moonless Night (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 3)

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The Mercenary and the Shifters (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 4)

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Bio

cdhershPutting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.

Together they have co-authored a number of dramas, six which have been produced in Ohio, where they live. Their interactive Christmas production had five seasonal runs in their hometown and has been sold in Virginia, California, and Ohio. Their most recent collaborative writing efforts have been focused on romance. The first four books of their paranormal romance series entitled The Turning Stone Chronicles are available on Amazon. They also have a Christmas novella, Kissing Santa, in a Christmas anthology titled Sizzle in the Snow, with seven other authors.

Where you can find CD Hersh…

Website | Blog | Soul Mate Publishing | Facebook | Amazon | Twitter | Goodreads


Inspiration for Indigo Sky

gailinglisphotoThank you to fellow Soul Mate Publishing author, Joanne Guidoccio, for inviting me to be her guest blogger today!

Indigo Sky was inspired by Bierstadt’s 1867 Domes of Yosemite. A trip across nineteenth-century America, two men were tied together by a passion of discovery. Words and images of the vast West made news back home. Below, find how it all began.

In 1867 LeGrand Lockwood commissioned Bierstadt for $25,000.

Albert Bierstadt Domes of the Yosemite, 1986 oil/canvas (10'H x 15'W)

Albert Bierstadt Domes of the Yosemite, 1986 oil/canvas (10’H x 15’W)


Gail Ingis Domes of Yosemite Ode to Bierstadt acrylic/canvas (24" x 36")

Gail Ingis Domes of Yosemite Ode to Bierstadt acrylic/canvas (24″ x 36″)

In the mid-19th century, 1863, LeGrand Lockwood purchased parcels of land in Norwalk, Connecticut and built his sixty-two room county cottage in 1863. He hired artist Bierstadt for $25,000 to paint an American West theme. Painters of the day were producing murals on canvas.
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Domes of Yosemite, 10’H x 15’W hung in the mansion’s Rotunda (ballroom space) in 1867. In the panic of 1873, Lockwood lost his business in shipping, railroads and gold. Four years later he died from pneumonia. Lockwood’s death prompted his wife to dispose of the furnishings and furbishings. Mrs. Lockwood then made an arrangement with Cornelius Vanderbilt to purchase the mansion. The painting, among other Lockwood possessions, was sold to a New York auction gallery for $5000. Three years later Horace Fairbanks, inventor of the platform scale, paid $5100, and trucked the painting up to his family home and business in St. Johnsbury, Vermont. He built a gallery customized to accommodate this huge work. It’s still there to this day! The short story—I called the director of the athenaeum and asked him if he knew the painting once belonged to Mr. Lockwood? He said, “Yes, it is thrilling to be the owners of this treasure. “Shamelessly, I asked if the athenaeum would consider donating it back to the mansion?

Since he, of course, said a flat “NO,” I asked if he would give me permission to paint a copy? He said, “Of course.” A simple straight 4 ½ hour drive north to Vermont took Tom and me to the St Johnsbury gallery in November, 2008. With my photography and materials from the athenaeum, I had solid information to create my painting.

The painting was spectacular, even with the damage caused by extreme temperature changes and humidity. Finally, the gallery was renovated a few years ago. What was it about this painting that inspired me to write my book? Precipitated by Bierstadt’s journey. For the story, visit blog Nights of Passion on Friday 8/5/16 hosted by Stacy Hoff.

indigoskyIndigo Sky, now an Amazon eBook, print book and audiobook.

One liner: A dream marriage becomes a trap of addiction, lies and women.

Back Cover: In a whirlwind romance, a lovely New York socialite marries a fêted, debonair author. But beneath the charm is a cheating husband addicted to hasheesh. Her dream marriage turns sour and the simplicity of her life runs amok when a handsome stranger, her husband’s business partner, threatens her staunch loyalty to her wayward husband. When she faces the ugly truth about her marriage, her need to finalize her divorce sends her on mad chase across the wilds of nineteenth century America with a handsome stranger—she learns hard lessons of murder, kidnapping and more that almost destroy her.

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Where to find Gail Ingis…

Website | Artist Page | Amazon | Facebook | Goodreads | Twitter

Gail Ingis is offering a free eBook download Indigo Sky to one lucky commenter today through Monday August 8st 12:00 p.m.


Small Doses of Inspiration

inspiration1While I enjoy attending workshops and lectures, sometimes I need inspiration in smaller doses.

During my teaching years, I would pop my head in a neighboring classroom and chat briefly between periods. Those three to five minutes of conversation would be all that I needed to receive (give) encouragement and support.

As a writer, I have to think outside the box if I want that small dose of inspiration. I could call a friend or family member, but the conversation could easily extend beyond five minutes and derail my daily writing practice.

I found the solution in the most unlikely of places—YouTube.

Continue reading on the Sisterhood of Suspense blog.


10 Interesting Facts About Shaun Deeley

I’m thrilled to welcome Canadian author Winona Kent to the Power of 10 series. Today, Winona shares ten interesting facts about Shaun Deeley, the protagonist in her latest release, In Loving Memory.

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1. He was born on 12 Nov 1791. When In Loving Memory takes place, in October 1940, he’s chronologically 148 years old. But since he leaped into Charlie’s time (the present) at the end of Persistence of Memory, his physical age is only 33. He’s a little bit younger than Charlie.

2. He’s fearless. If he wasn’t fearless, he would never have ended up in Charlie’s time. And he would never have been able to return to the night of October 14, 1940 to try and save Charlie from dying in the devastation caused by a bomb that destroyed Balham tube station.

3. He’s able to time travel at will. However he doesn’t quite realize it in In Loving Memory. And when he does understand how it works, he’s not very good at it (this kind of thing takes practice). In the bonus short story at the end of the novel, Easy When You Know How, he presents Charlie with a batiste nightgown, explaining that it’s French, and was worn by the Empress Josephine herself. Charlie asks whether he slipped into Napoleon’s chateau and stole it from her wardrobe. She’s joking, but in retrospect realizes it could be quite true.

4. He can play the piano. In the time that he came from, he often stepped in at the Annual Summer Ball when the regular pianist was too drunk to perform with the other musicians. In Persistence of Memory, in 1825, he plays a duet with Charlie on Sarah Foster’s pianoforte. after she teaches him FBI by The Shadows.

5. He met John Lennon in July 1964. You’ll have to read Easy When You Know How, the bonus short story included with In Loving Memory, to find out the details.

6. At the start of In Loving Memory, he and Charlie haven’t actually consummated their love affair, even though they’ve been sharing her cottage since he leaped into her life. By the end of the novel however…

7. His favourite clothes in the present are a pair of very worn jeans, an Italian cotton knit jumper, and light brown, scuffed boots, similar to the sort of boots he’d worn in 1825.

8. He knows how to knit. As he says in In Loving Memory – “I am not without my uses.”

9. He doesn’t mind having a bath in five inches of freezing cold water – and considers the constant hot water in Charlie’s cottage a curious luxury.

10. In 1825, he was the groom at Stoneford Manor. He’s rather fond of romps in the hay in a barn – in fact this may be how his son, Thaddeus Oliver Quinn, was conceived. But you’ll have to wait until the next novel, Marianne’s Memory, to read about his romp in the hay with Charlie!

Blurb

In this mesmerizing romance, a woman out of time falls in love with a man for whom time is running out.

“Kent combines time travel, mystery, and romance in a delightful sequel to Persistence of Memory that’s easily accessible for new readers.” —Publishers Weekly Starred Review

In Winona Kent’s novel Persistence of Memory, Charlie Lowe, a young widow in Stoneford, England, was accidentally transported back to 1825, where she fell in love with Shaun Deeley, a groom employed at Stoneford Manor. They are only back in the present for seemingly a breath before a piece of wartime shrapnel sends them tumbling back through time to 1940, the height of the Blitz. There, they discover pieces of Charlie’s past that counter everything she thought she knew about herself.

Charlie and Shaun have decisions to make—do they interfere in time’s progress to save a man? Do they put their own future at risk by doing nothing? And how much time do these two lovers have left?

Buy Links

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Bio

WINONAKENTWinona Kent was born in London, England. She immigrated to Canada with her parents at age 3, and grew up in Saskatchewan, where she received her BA in English from the University of Regina. After settling in Vancouver, she graduated from UBC with an MFA in Creative Writing. More recently, she received her diploma in Writing for Screen and TV from Vancouver Film School. Winona has been a temporary secretary, a travel agent and the Managing Editor of a literary magazine. After a career that’s included freelance articles, long and short fiction, screenplays and TV scripts, Winona has now returned to her first love, novels. She currently lives in Vancouver and works as a Graduate Programs Assistant at the University of British Columbia.

Where to find Winona…

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