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I’m happy to welcome author Liese Sherwood-Fabre. Today, Liese shares her writing adventures and books.

Here’s Liese!

liesesherwood-1600-2My excursion into fiction writing began a little more than twenty years ago. While living in Mexico and after reading several issues of Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine, I thought, “I can do that,” and labored for several weeks to produce a 20-page short story quickly rejected by the publication. Regardless, I learned two things from that experience: it was possible for me to complete a story, and that I needed to learn more about how to write if I were to ever be published (not so easy when living abroad and before the Internet came into its current form).

Shortly after the rejection letter came, my husband was transferred to Moscow, Russia. Once the dust settled in our new location, the children were in school, and I took a job at the embassy, I tackled my next project, using my experience in a bi-cultural marriage as the backdrop for the story. It, too, never garnered much attention, and I started another book—this time set in Russia and inspired by a New Yorker article by Richard Preston: “Annals of Warfare: The Bioweaponeers.” He described the plight of Russian scientists following the fall of the Soviet Union and the Iranians’ efforts to recruit them for their own laboratories and weapons programs. What, I wondered, would push a scientist to agree to develop biological agents for a foreign, radical government? I gave my main character no job, a sick child, and friends with underworld connections—and Saving Hope was born.

Musa Publishing published the novel in 2012, hitting the market the same day as my oldest grandchild was born. Less than three years later, the organization folded and returned the book’s rights to me. I am finally at a stage where it will soon be in print (and digits) once again.

Any writer will tell you, as soon as you finish one book, start on the next. Shortly after Saving Hope came out, I moved on to another project: a novel involving Sherlock Holmes at age 13. This book landed me an agent. I recently completed its sequel, but so far, I haven’t found a publisher for these stories. But I have connected with a very organized Sherlock Holmes fan-base and have been sharing essays on Victorian England for publication in their newsletters. Through one contact, I heard of a call for alternate universe Sherlock Holmes stories, and submitted a story about a world inhabited by vampires, and Holmes must discover who is murdering them.

So far, 2017 has been an exceptional year for me with the release of one new book (a collection of the first two years’ of Victorian England essays), the imminent release of a second (Saving Hope) and a story appearing in the anthology Curious Incidents: More Improbable Adventures. And I just learned of plans by our local Sherlock Holmes society to publish their own anthology (sign up for my newsletter if you want to learn more about that as events develop!)

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If I were to identify one key word of advice for any writer, it would be perseverance. My mother always said, “When a door closes, a window opens.” When you get that rejection or learn that your publisher is no more, seek out the window. I’ve crawled through quite a few on my journey and know they always lead to new opportunities.

What about you? Have you face some difficulty, only to find opportunities opening as a result?

Where to find Liese…

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A Second Act? At least.

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have Soul Mate author Caroline Warfield chatting about her multi-act life and her latest release, The Renegade Wife.

Here’s Caroline!

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By my reckoning, I am well into my fourth act, but I suspect a better analogy, is perhaps the bard’s Seven Ages of Man (As You Like It, Act II Scene 7) They prove to be as true for women as they are for men and as true now as they were in the sixteenth century.

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As Infant, I was an adored only child. As Schoolgirl, I was moved from place to place, doing what in an earlier age would have been called following the drum. I was an army brat, perpetually the new kid on the block. I found my refuge in books and in the tree shaded paths of my mind, seeking adventure and romance. You could call those two the first act.

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The third age is Lover, and I flung myself into that glorious stage of life with a vengeance, falling in love first with God—yes then and always. When He made it clear my path lay far from the cloister, he gave me Beloved, the other half of my soul. Children came into our life, some children of our body, some from afar, all beloved. This age of life is so all absorbing that those in it can think of little else, even story telling. However, like all life, it passes. Love remains.

Shakespeare called the fourth age of man, the Soldier, and it is an apt description. Career can feel like war, driving the Soldier out, sword in hand, to fight through the thickets of technology, office politics, and success criteria. In my case passionate involvement in libraries and information technology kept me at the top of my game, but left little room for those tree shaded paths. I began to write fiction fairly but, time was short and success limited. Failure and the wisdom of friends taught me hard earned skills anyway.

This fourth act seems to coincide with both the fourth and fifth ages of (wo)man. Old Will talks of Justice, all formal and “Full of wise saws…” and the slips into the foolish slippered Pantaloon “with spectacles on nose…turning toward childish treble pipes and whistles in his sound.”

When the warfare of the Soldier faded away, with some hard earned wisdom on my hide, the stories surfaced again. I had 4-5 books in various stages and condition on my laptop when Soul Mate Publishing accepted Dangerous Works for publication. Then I began to write in earnest—often in those slippers Will mentioned. In three years I have four published novels, one published novella, a fifth novel scheduled for April release, a novella for May, a novella and short story for the holidays and a sixth novel for October release! I fill them with love and family and I hope they teem with life and joy, tragedy and comedy. When Dangerous Secrets won the RONÉ award for “Best Post-Medieval Historical Novel” last year, I took it as a tribute to late-bloomers everywhere.

Who, knows I may have a Shakespearean fifth act in me in me, but whether the whole will resemble on of his tragedies or comedies remains to be seen. I can guarantee you when I slip into his final age “mere oblivion…sans everything” I will have left it all on the floor with no regrets.

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Blurb

Desperate and afraid, Meggy Blair will do whatever it takes to protect her children. She’d hoped to find sanctuary from her abusive husband with her Ojibwa grandmother, but can’t locate her. When her children fall ill, she seeks shelter in an isolated cabin in Upper Canada. But when the owner unexpectedly returns, he’s furious to find squatters disrupting his self-imposed solitude.

Reclusive businessman Rand Wheatly had good reason to put an ocean between himself and the family that deceived him. He just wants the intrusive woman gone, but it isn’t long before Meggy and the start breaking down the defensive walls he’s built. But their fragile interlude is shattered when Meggy’s husband appears to claim his children, threatening to have Rand jailed.

The only way for Meggy to protect Rand is to leave him. But when her husband takes her and the children to England, Meggy discovers he’s far more than an abuser; what he’s involved in endangers all their lives. To rescue the woman who has stolen his heart, Rand must follow her and do what he swore he’d never do: reconcile with his aristocratic family and finally uncover the truth behind all the lies. But time is running out for them all.

A Quick Excerpt

She pushed away from the door. “If you’re finished, I’ll clear up your dishes.

“Damn it woman, I fend for myself here.” He looked her up and down. He noticed her deep blue eyes, midnight black hair, and dusky skin. “What are you? Gypsy? Is that where you learned how to diddle a man out of his belongings?”

She drew her back up straight and squared her shoulders. The gesture pulled her dress tight across obviously ample breasts.

There’s a practiced enticement. She’s in for a surprise if she thinks that trick will work on me.

Chin high, she met his eyes without flinching. “My grandmother is Ojibwa, my father was French, and my husband was a Scot. You can despise whichever one of those your English heart chooses, or all of them, but I am not a thief.”

She grabbed her skirt and took a step toward the door. “Do fend for yourself. We’ll leave as soon as we can.”

“I’ll decide when you’re a thief,” he snarled, bringing her to a halt. “It’s my house.”

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Bio

Caroline Warfield writes in an office in the urban wilds of eastern Pennsylvania surrounded by windows while she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart. Her most recent novel is The Renegade Wife.

Where to find Caroline…

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Joanne here!

Caroline, Thanks for the entertaining and inspiring post! Best of luck with all your literary endeavors.


Spotlight on Perfectly Together

I’m happy to feature Linda O’Connor’s new release.

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I’m very excited to release Book 6 in the Perfectly series, Perfectly Together. I wrote Perfectly Together as the final book in the series. But I also said that after the third book, haha, so we’ll see if it sticks.

Genre: Contemporary romantic comedy

Blurb

Newly graduated naturopathic doctor Jayden Locke has a dream – start a practice in small-town Emerson and never move again. She’s found the perfect office building to buy. It passes an inspection, design plans are drawn up, and the bank okays the loan. Only one problem.

Dr. Cole Cameron scoops it before she has a chance to submit an offer. What?

It’s a good investment. Cole isn’t interested in settling down. He works three jobs in three different towns and would just as soon keep moving. But something about Jayden’s defiant eyes and sexy smile makes him pause and reconsider.

What are the chances that a heart filled with wanderlust and a soul longing for a home fit Perfectly Together?

Book Hook

She’s putting down roots. He’s reaching for the sky. How’s that going to work?

Excerpt

The weight of disappointment settled on her shoulders and an ache filled her chest. Her dream tumbled like a collapsing house of cards. She couldn’t bear it, and turned to go.

“Wait, maybe we could work something out.”

She looked back.

His eyes lit up and the green flecks glowed. “I planned on renting it out. We can renovate the interior to suit. Sounds like it would work out perfectly.”

For you, maybe. She longed to own. The thought of renting, of living at the whim of someone else, made her stomach twist in knots. She couldn’t do it. She wanted stability and needed permanency.

She blinked back tears. It had been so close.

“You’re thinking of a clinic? Are you a doctor?” he asked.

“I’m a naturopath – a doctor of naturopathy.”

Cole’s eyes widened and he smirked. “A naturopath? Interesting. What exactly do you do? Hand out herbs? Read a crystal ball?” He grinned. “Voodoo?”

Jayden put her hands on her hips. “Naturopaths follow the same curriculum as medical doctors and then get additional training in natural medicine,” she said stiffly.

He held up his hands. “Sounds very . . . important.”

She narrowed her eyes. Was he mocking her? “I don’t think renting would work. I was really looking to buy.” She couldn’t keep the disappointment from her voice. “Good luck to you, though.” She glanced around one last time and walked to the front door.

A hand on her arm stopped her. “Take my card,” Cole said, offering it to her. “Think about it. If you change your mind, give me a call. I’m hoping to get underway in the next couple of weeks.” He tilted his head, the green flecks twinkling. “You know, you don’t look like a naturopath.”

She rolled her eyes. Should she even bother taking his card? She glanced at the open expanse out the window, the sunlight streaming in, and the view of the mountain.

Would it be worth it? Her dream property, at what cost?

He raised his eyebrows, and her heart stumbled at the interest in his dark blue eyes, the green specks mocking her with a dare.

She plucked the card out of his hand. Hopefully it had a picture on it. It might be a useful target for dart practice.

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Bio

linda-oconnor-author-copy-2Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home décor store. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories).

Laugh every day. Love every minute.

Where to find Linda…

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Blog


Spotlight on I Love You More

I’m happy to feature USA Today bestselling author Josie Riviera and her Valentine-themed novella, I Love You More.

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Blurb

A billionaire and a single mother have more in common than they know.

He’s a billionaire businessman …

Luciano Donati, entrepreneur and eligible bachelor, lost his first wife to cancer. So though he lives in romantic Charleston, SC, he has every intention of ignoring the upcoming holiday for lovers … at least until he sets eyes again on his younger sister’s best friend.

He remembers Anastasia as a teenager who idolized him, not this lovely, fragile woman with heartbreak in her eyes. Heartbreak that he finds himself wanting to cure. Her smile warms his soul, her touch ignites his desire, and her little girl Soo-Min melts his frozen heart. Adopted internationally himself at a young age, Luciano understands all too well the strong need to belong somewhere.

She’s a single mom …

Anastasia Markow, cancer survivor and divorced mother, didn’t come to Charleston, SC, for romance. She’s here to make sure she has custody of her adopted daughter, Soo-Min. But when she encounters the first man she ever loved, here in the city of horse-drawn carriages and candlelight, her battered heart can’t help but bloom again. And when Luciano and Soo-Min take to each other, resisting his charm becomes even harder.

Handsome, self-assured, every inch the successful billionaire, Luciano is out of Anastasia’s reach. But when a hurricane strands them together and they must trust each other to survive … things heat up despite the driving rain and gale winds.

Can Valentine’s Day bring this unlikely pair together … this time for good?

Don’t miss this poignant story of love, loss and renewed hope—get your copy of the novella today!

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Buy Links

Amazon (ebook) | Amazon (paperback) | Universal Buy Link (iTunes, Nook, etc.)

Bio

josierivieraJosie Riviera is a USA TODAY Bestselling Author of contemporary, inspirational, and historical sweet romances that read like Hallmark movies. She lives in the Charlotte, NC, area with her wonderfully supportive husband. They share their home with an adorable Shih Tzu who constantly needs grooming and live in an old house forever needing renovations.

Author’s Note

Thousands of families around the world have opened their homes and hearts through international adoption. Soo-Min is the embodiment of many, many fortunate adoptive children and parents who’ve together created forever families. This book is close to my heart as my husband and I adopted our daughter from South Career 22 years ago.

Where to find Josie…

Website | Facebook (Author Page) | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest | YouTube


Life Lessons from Hidden Figures

Several weeks have passed, but I can still vividly recall scenes from Hidden Figures. The movie has left an impression, one that will linger in my consciousness. And I’m not only thinking of the Oscar-worthy performances delivered by Taraji P. Henson, Octavia Spencer, and Janelle Monáe.

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Instead, my thoughts gravitate toward Katherine G. Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan, and Mary Jackson, three brilliant African-American women who helped launch John Glenn into orbit. In the 1960s, this visionary trio crossed all gender and race lines, and in 2017, they continue to inspire generations of women to dream bigger dreams.

Continue reading on the Sisterhood of Suspense blog.


Living a Full Life

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have author Lori L. Robinett sharing her inspiring journey and her new release, Fatal Obsession.

Here’s Lori!

lorilrobinettThanks for having me, Joanne!

My first act (which I refer to as B.D. – Before Divorce) consisted of education and work. In high school, I was a good student and that continued into college. While in college, I got married and the two of us pictured our lives focused on our careers. He moved up within management at a retail store, and I graduated college, took a professional job as an admissions officer at a private college, and began working on my Masters. Both of us worked 60 hours a week on a regular basis. There was little thought of hobbies and dreams or anything of a personal nature. I traveled a lot for work (I covered an eleven state territory). Life seemed to be plotted out, but I wasn’t happy. Apparently, neither was he.

Within two days, I found out Husband #1 was having an affair, and I lost my job. WHAM.

It was the best thing that ever happened to me.

My focus shifted from career as identity to living a full life. Now, I live on a small hobby farm (a childhood dream) with Husband #2 (of 20+ years). We have two kids, one granddaughter, a miniature schnauzer and a beagle. I work full-time as a paralegal (love my job!), and write during evenings and weekends. Our kids visit frequently, we take vacations every summer, we compete in local car shows (my hubby is living his childhood dream with a 1976 Corvette Stingray). In short, we live.

As I mentioned, I write. It’s part of who I am. Though I’ve always wanted to be a writer, during the B.D. years, I stifled that desire and focused on what I thought I was supposed to do. In hindsight, I realize that I wasn’t honoring the talent that I have. I suspect that is why I am happy now, and why I feel more fulfilled and at peace than ever before. Sometimes it takes something traumatic to force a life change – for me, it was that double whammy of divorce and job loss. Those events forced me to evaluate what I wanted out of life, what was important to me, and the path I wanted to take.

Thanks to the encouragement of Husband #2, I had a few pieces published in newsletters and journals and anthologies, and decided to try my hand at writing novels. I joined National Novel Writing Month and the first time I took the challenge, I wrote Denim & Diamonds, my first full manuscript – and proved to myself that I could, in fact, write a novel from start to finish. That book was published by a small press several years ago. Since then, I’ve gone on to publish several other books, and am currently writing thrillers. My latest novel, Fatal Obsession, is a Widow’s Web novel, a series of stand-alone books with widows as the main characters (the first novel in the series is Fatal Impulse).

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Fatal Obsession, my new thriller, just launched (the paperback will be released on February 25, 2017)! All formats are available here:

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As I said, Fatal Obsession is a Widow’s Web novel – an exciting series where women face challenges that threaten to destroy them, just as they begin to find the strengths within them.

Sophie grew up in the foster care system, an orphan separated from her brother after their parents are killed. After she married Blake Kendrick and gets pregnant, she’s thrilled that she’s finally part of a real family. When she learns that her husband, a brilliant cancer researcher, has experimented on their unborn child, her world shatters. The powerful man her husband works for is determined to get that child, to use the research within Sophie’s body to save his dying mother. Sophie is forced to go on the run, terrified of what might be growing within her, worried that her baby might need treatment by the very man who is hunting them. The survival skills she learned in foster care serve her well as she must discriminate between who she can trust and who she can’t, who is a real friend and who is a threat. All the while, an experiment grows within her . . . will they escape?

Want a sneak peek?

The tires spun faster, but the vehicle refused to budge. Finally, Blake pushed away from the SUV and waved. “Enough! You can stop!”

Sophie opened the door and dropped with a thwump into the slick mud. As she moved towards the front of the vehicle, she held up one hand to shield her eyes from the pelting rain. The wind buffeted against her, howling in the night, whipping her long hair around her head. Her leather flats slipped in the muck and she reached out to steady herself against the SUV. It moved under her touch, slowly, but it was moving. She froze for a moment, processing the movement. She blinked away the raindrops that streamed down her face and focused on the front tire. It turned, moving the vehicle forward, towards the gray boulder.

Towards Blake.

She spun and groped for the chrome handle. Her fingers slid down the wet metal, missing the mark as it slipped past her in the night. She sidestepped with the vehicle, stumbling, then finally catching the handle with her fingertips. In one motion, she jerked the door open and scrambled up into the driver’s seat, then aimed her foot at the brake. It slipped, her shoes slick with mud. She kicked off her flat and hit the pedal with all her might. The SUV lurched to a stop. She sagged against the steering wheel, then raised her head to look out the windshield.

Her husband’s face was clearly visible above the hood. What had he meant about the baby and his research? His rounded eyes focused on her and his mouth yawned wide, opening and closing like a fish. He’d been so kind to her when they’d first met. The light from the headlights formed a halo around him, casting deep shadows across his face. One hand, then another, reached up towards her. His cryptic comments echoed in her head. He slapped at the hood, frantic and fast at first, then it slowed. As she watched, his face darkened. He’d suggested they start trying immediately for a baby after they got married.

He slumped forward, reached one hand towards her, palm up as if asking for her help. She’d gone along with him, thrilled to have a family of her own after a childhood of being shuffled from foster home to foster home.

The cold rain plastered his dark hair to his head. Rivulets of water coursed down the windshield, distorting the image, until the wipers swept the glass clear. His face turned from red to purple, then his mouth went slack. His eyes stared off into the distance, unfocused, then his chin dropped to his chest.

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Where to find Lori…

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Joanne here!

Lori, thanks for sharing your experiences. You are indeed living a full life–an inspiration to all of us!


The Allure of Writing “Vintage” Romance

I’m happy to welcome prolific author Nancy Fraser. Today, Nancy delves into "vintage" romance and shares her new release, Paging Dr. Cupid.

Here’s Nancy!

nancyfraser1What is “vintage” romance? It reads like contemporary but it truly isn’t. The era defined as vintage are the years ranging from the end of World War II up until the turn of the century. Some publishers still cut off at 1990, but most accept 1999 as the end of the vintage time period.

I’m a child of the sixties. I love pulling up old memories and turning them into something shiny and new. And, because I’m working from memory, the research is less time consuming than any other historical period.

Sure, I have to occasionally break out Google or my Encyclopedia Britannica volumes (yes, I still have them). The wealth of information on the fifties, sixties and early seventies is like a treasure trove of romance. It’s a time where young ladies were still prim and proper, still lived at home with their parents, and still held traditional jobs (e.g., teachers, nurses, secretaries).

“Home sweet home,” he said. “Or, at least I assume you still live with your parents. I guess I should have asked.”

She bit back an outright laugh in favor of a more ladylike chuckle. “Yes, I do still live at home. According to my mother, it’s the proper thing to do.” ~ Excerpt from Only Yours (1965)

The timeframe is virtually untapped in the romance genre, despite the multitude of possibilities for creating a lasting romance. The beauty of it is, you can go “clean” and use the time period as a guide for proper behavior. Or, you can develop a feisty heroine and spice it up a bit.

“I’ve been playing the part of Billy’s girlfriend for nearly a year now. It’s put a damper on my social life.”

“Your social life?” he repeated. She sighed and then grasped his arm in her firm grip. He had no choice but to turn and face her.

“I’m horny.”

“You’re horny?”

“Don’t look so surprised. This is the nineties, not the fifties. Women control their own sexuality. We choose who we sleep with and when.” ~ Excerpt from Do You Want Me (1991)

Even though that particular “feisty” woman was an early 1990’s version, women of the sixties and seventies also pushed the boundaries on occasion. In my latest vintage novella, Paging Dr. Cupid, my heroine aspires to be a concert pianist, even going so far as to travel from California to New York to train. Then, when unfortunate circumstances pull her home, she again steps out of her comfort zone by taking a job for which she’s ill prepared.

A half-hour later Grace tossed back the last mouthful of lukewarm coffee and closed the cover on the first of two instruction manuals. “Okay, new electric beast, let’s see what you can do.”

Tentatively, she rolled a piece of blank paper into place and poked at the stationery carriage. When she pressed the switch on the side of machine, the motor hummed to life. She’d barely placed her hands on the keyboard when the font ball began spinning wildly and spitting out the letter ‘j’ across the width of the page. Her heart hammered inside her chest in perfect time with the tiny metal device.

Jerking her hands back from the keyboard, she reached for the power button and flipped it to the ‘off’ position then drew a breath to calm her racing pulse. ~ Excerpt from Paging Dr. Cupid (1967)

There are far too many significant events of the vintage period to list them all here, but a few that lend themselves to a romance include:

Music. The advent of rock and roll in the mid-50s to early 60s holds a wealth of possibilities. In my five-novella anthology Play It Again, the individual stories are all based on early rock and roll song titles. And, let’s not dismiss the British invasion of the 1960s.
Politics. As unflattering a possibility as it is in today’s day and age, politics in the fifties and sixties was glamorous. Who didn’t believe in Camelot?
Fashion. In the fifties and sixties, hems were still low, hair was high, and fashion was just beginning to grow as a multi-billion dollar industry. Then, of course in the seventies, everything changed, including the juxtaposition of the hems and hair!
Virginity. The difference between clean and daring. The tenuous line between propriety and free love occurred during the sixties and seventies. A challenging romance can be formed from the heroine’s decision to give it up before marriage.
Stereotypes. The lines between male and female jobs and responsibilities shifted dramatically during the vintage time period. Women became doctors instead of nurses. Female lawyers took the world by storm, combining legal expertise with a woman’s compassion. Women in more traditional jobs (nannies, secretaries) took their professions to higher levels of expertise.

beatles-ticket-2These are just some of the reasons to love writing books set in the vintage period. I invite you to check out all my vintage stories on the books page of my website. Feel free to put on some old Beatles tunes and let your imagination wander!

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About the Book

Newly appointed Chief of Emergency Medicine Dr. Garrett Langley can’t seem to find a secretary to keep up with his demands. His love life isn’t going so well, either. He recently lost his long-time girlfriend to his older brother and saw a workplace romance end in disaster, leaving him with a busy career but no love life.

Piano prodigy Grace Valentyne forfeited the second half of her Julliard scholarship to come home to California and care for her mother. Now, with her mother gone, she must find a job in order to pay for the remainder of her education. When offered the opportunity to work for the physician nicknamed Dr. Cupid, she jumps at the chance.

Grace soon finds herself in over her head—and not just with the office equipment. But falling for the boss won’t get her back to Julliard. She needs to keep her focus and not let the sexy doctor derail her professional goals.

Buy Links

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | The Wild Rose Press

Bio

Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in both full-length and novella format. In November 2016 Nancy celebrated twenty years as a published author and will release her 25th book in mid-2017.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy splits her free time between her five grandchildren. She’s also an avid traveler with Las Vegas being her favorite destination. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

Where to find Nancy…

Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads


Tsunami Crimes Blog Tour

I’m happy to welcome The Wild Rose Press author Chrys Fey. Today, she’s chatting about her involvement with the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and sharing her new release, Tsunami Crimes.

Here’s Chrys!

chrys-fey-cropped-2The Insecure Writer’s Support Group is for writers for all kinds to get together and share their insecurities without fear of judgement. There is a monthly blog hop on the first Wednesday where members can talk about their insecurities, woes, or give encouragement and advice. We also have a Facebook group, which is a place for writers to come to 24/7 to ask a question and receive the aid they need.

Last year, I was brought on by Alex J. Cavanaugh, the creator of IWSG, to start a newsletter for the group. On the last Wednesday of each month, I send out a free newsletter to all of our subscribers. In the issues, you can find a dozen or more links to helpful articles on writing/publishing/marketing, etc. There’s also three articles. One from an industry expert, which I have to secure by approaching experts for contributions. The second article is from an administrator, and the third is from an IWSG member.

Aside from the newsletter, I am very involved in the group. Whenever I come up with an idea for the group or website, I pass it on to Alex. One of those ideas was the optional monthly question for members who struggle with what to write in their IWSG Day posts. I come up with so many ideas that I’m sure Alex is sick of me. (haha) I also pitch in with all of the administrator duties, such as reading the anthology submissions and getting guests for the website. I do whatever is needed and more, because I truly love and appreciate the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

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Blurb

Beth and Donovan have come a long way from Hurricane Sabrina and the San Francisco earthquake. Now they are approaching their wedding day and anxiously waiting to promise each other a lifetime of love. The journey down the aisle isn’t smooth, though, as they receive threats from the followers of the notorious criminal, Jackson Storm. They think they’ll be safe in Hawaii, but distance can’t stop these killers. Not even a tsunami can.

This monstrous wave is the most devastating disaster Beth has ever faced. It leaves her beaten, frightened. Is she a widow on her honeymoon? As she struggles to hold herself together and find Donovan, she’s kidnapped by Jackson’s men.

Fearing her dead, Donovan searches the rubble and shelters with no luck. The thought of her being swept out to sea is almost too much for him to bear, but the reality is much worse. She’s being used as bait to get him to fall into a deadly trap.
If they live through this disaster, they may never be the same again.

On SALE for $2.99!

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P.S. Hurricane Crimes and Seismic Crimes are on sale for 99 Cents!

Bio

Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series. She is a blogger, reader, auntie, vegetarian, and cat Lover. Get Lightning Crimes (Disaster Crimes 2.5) for FREE!

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Spotlight on Grand Parade

I’m happy to welcome Soul Mate author Lilliana Rose. Today, Lilliana shares the inspiration behind her new release, Grand Parade, Book 1 in the Show Time Fever Series.

Here’s Lilliana!

Version 2As part of growing up on a farm, my family would come down to the Royal Adelaide Show every year to exhibit sheep. This was my introduction to city life (which I’ve now embraced by living in the city).

Recently, when I became inspired to write romance stories, the idea of setting the story at the Royal Adelaide Show came quickly. I could use my experience of country and city life to draw on for inspiration, especially as I had so many memories from the Show. I remember how noisy it was at the show with the rides, the music and there were thousands of people when I was only used to a few. There were the smells of Dagwood Dogs, fairy floss, donuts and hot chips. Fireworks went off every night, which I would go and see with my family. It was such a different world to living on a farm where there was a lot of space, peace and quite, and the smells were only of soil and animals. It made for rich soil to grown my story in and a chance to have fun as I remembered life at the show (which was very PG rated compared to my characters!).

By setting the story at the Royal Adelaide Show I could also explore some of the differences between country and city life and what the characters, Megan and Jackson, might feel as they were introduced to the other’s world (like how do you tell the difference between a bull and a cow, which Megan naively asks country boy Jackson in Grand Parade which leads to a very funny conversation) and how vulnerable they would be, all while slowly falling in love.

Thank you for having me on your blog. I’ve enjoyed sharing about my book Grand Parade.

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Blurb

Megan is a young photographer with her first real job at the Royal Adelaide Show, where she has to capture the agricultural event. As a city girl, she is clueless, and when she gets too close to a grumpy bull, she is kicked in the head.

Guilty that his bull hurt someone and aware of the painful side effects of head injuries due to the loss of his sister, Jackson takes care of Megan.

Megan is determined that she will be all right and continues photographing during the day before collapsing. Jackson is there to make sure she is taken to hospital and cared for.

Recovering, Megan finds herself drawn to Jackson, but she’s not sure that she can be anything than a city girl, even for love. Can Jackson, in his quiet, strong, country-boy style, convince her to take life in a new direction, with him?

Excerpt

“Look out!”

Megan saw a blur of cream through her lens, and was about to put down the camera when something connected with the side of her skull. She screamed, the only reaction she could manage. An explosion went off in her head. Tiny sparks flashed on the edge of her vision as she fell backward. Her mind filled with something like a night sky, black with tiny lights that crept further into her vision every time she blinked. It fascinated and distracted her from the pain that throbbed in her head.

She thudded on her backside on the concrete. A new wave of pain swept through her body. Air escaped from her lungs and Megan gasped. She managed to piece together that she’d been hit in the head, though by what exactly she wasn’t sure. People rushed towards her.

Embarrassment flooded into her cheeks. The last thing she wanted to be was the center of attention. That’s why she was a photographer. She could hide behind the camera. My camera? She reached for it, and sighed with relief when her fingers wrapped around it. She looked down at her SLR digital Canon camera, and it appeared to be in one piece. It was hard to tell because of the pounding in her head.

More stars flashed. She noticed they twinkled in time with the bursts of pain.

“They don’t have points.” Megan knew she had spoken, but her voice sounded faraway, and not at all like her own.

“Are you okay?” A man knelt beside her. He was one of the men she’d been distracted by. She tried to look at him, but could only see the flashing stars now retreating to the edge of her vision. A fog seeped into her mind and she struggled to think clearly.

“No points,” she said again with disappointment. She’d never had a serious injury before, never broken any bones, nothing like today’s accident. So, this is what it’s like to see stars. The expression used didn’t describe the experience at all. Megan touched the side of her head, to make sure it was still there. She hadn’t blanked out which she figured was a good thing.

“What are you talking about?” The man touched her shoulder.

“The stars I can see,” said Megan, not totally processing what he had said. She looked at him. He was young, mid- twenties, about her age. His broad-rimmed hat hid most of his blond hair, and his blue eyes were crystal sharp. Light stubble edged his broad jawline. He was hot. She was rather impressed she had managed to work that out through the haze flooding her mind.

He rested his hand on her shoulder. “My Bruce hit your head, more like grazed it along the side from the looks of the mark, but still I’m sorry he was such a grump.”

“Bruce?” Megan looked at him, trying to understand. “Is that your name?”

“No. My bull. His hoof struck your head. Lucky it was only a half jump he made, and it wasn’t a full on blow.”

“Oh, so that’s what happened.” She wasn’t sure it was a half kick from the way her head felt. The adrenalin was dissipating and a heavy thudding took hold in her head. Megan tried to smile at the man by her side. This wasn’t the time to flirt, but heck, she couldn’t help it.

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Bio

Lilliana has grown up on a farm in Australia, and has now swapped her work boots for city heels. Country life remains strong in her heart and this comes out in the characters and stories she creates.

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Plotting on the Parkway

I’m happy to welcome back C.D. Hersh. Today, Catherine and Donald share their plotting adventures and recent release, The Mercenary and the Shifter.

Here’s CD Hersh!

plottingontheparkwayhershIt’s getting kinda antsy at the C.D. Hersh household, because we’ve got book number five in The Turning Stone Chronicle series to finish plotting. We do our best plotting on the road and we don’t have any upcoming trips. Our paranormal romance series was conceived on a loooong, cross-country trip after we saw an exit road sign for a place called Turning Stone, New York. A bit of brainstorming and a series was born.

Plotting on the road makes the time go faster for Donald, who drives, and keeps Catherine (who writes the notes in longhand a lot of the time) from seeing all the crazy drivers tailgating us and zipping between semi-trucks and our safety zone. Nothing drives Catherine nuttier than watching an F-150 Ford with a full jump cab try to squeeze into a space that barely fits a smart car, without giving us a signal! She truly believes all the imaginary braking with her right leg, while in the passenger seat, contributed to her arthritis. Fortunately, we aren’t considering traveling anywhere near the Jersey Turnpike where everyone drives like maniacs, although we think quite a few drivers we’ve encountered must have had lessons from a Jersey driving school.

So what’s the point of this post, you ask?

Here’s a few things we’ve learned during our loooong drives:

1. Aging knees don’t like being cooped up in a car. Imagine that.

2. It’s really hard to read plot notes written months ago while driving on a bumpy interstate.

3. It’s even harder to write on a bumpy interstate road.

4. Catherine should really transcribe her notes as soon as we get home.

5. Especially when words written while driving on the buzz strips on the shoulder of the road make her notes look like an EKG reading.

6. The new flash stick recorder we got works better than the old-fashioned pencil and paper, although it does allow Catherine to still see all the nutso drivers, and when Donald transcribes the notes they’re not always coherent. Catherine’s a blonde. J BTW, she’s writing this, so don’t take offense, ladies.

7. We like plotting almost better than writing—or maybe it’s the traveling we like.

8. Donald plots very well—most of the time. However, Catherine always has to throw a few suggestions out the car window. Isn’t that what a collaborator is for?

9. We need more road trips because we have two more books left in this series.

10. Writing with a collaborator is fun!

How and where do you plot your books?

Or do you travel—oops, write—by the seat of your pants?

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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.

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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.

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