Tuesday, August 20, 2019

#AuthorInterview and #BookSpotlight - "Gravedigger" by CeeRee Fields


Welcome to my blog, CeeRee! Thanks for chatting with me.
Author Interview


What made you decide to become a writer?

I never 'decided' to be a writer I just wrote. When I was younger my parents weren't big into television. It was always 'go outside and play' and there weren't swingsets and such only a yard with a few toys. So I made up stories and my brother and I acted them out. So there's always been stories floating around in my head. Later, the stories helped me get through boring life stuff like standing in a grocery line before ereaders were ever invented or waiting for the gas to hurry up and pump.
The first story I ever put to paper and tried to have published was not your run of the mill story. I based it on the game Mortal Kombat with a female character as lead. It was a romance and when I sent it off for publishing, after having my English teacher proof it for me, I received so many rejection letters. Not for grammar. Not for a weak story. But because my female lead did not fit with their 'cookie-cutter' norm.
Needless to say, that story is still sitting in paper form on a shelf next to me.
It wasn't until I moved to the Netherlands that I had enough time to actually sit down and put more stories to paper. Living here is slower not at all like living in the United States where every minute of every day was always filled. So, I'm able to write more.

Who are some of your favorite authors and why?

I'm a pretty voracious reader and will try any genre once. Some of my favorite suspense authors, since we're talking about my book, Gravedigger, today are JD Robb, Carol O'Connell, John Sandford and Michael Connelly to name a few.

If you could be any character in any book, who would it be and why?

If we're talking one of my stories, then I would want to be Fawn. She's an assassin who is a few pieces short of building a slider. In other words, she's crazy. But in a fun way... unless you're on the wrong side of her blades. Or Jo Rayburn as she and I have a lot in common in terms of family ties.
If we're talking about another author's work...
I would have to choose Robert Jordan's Ahvienda. Because she was born a fighter, it's all she's ever known but when her destiny catches up with her she runs until she can't run anymore and then she finally accepts what life has in store for her. She acts like an every day person. Everyone panics when things go wrong or crashes down all at once, but when they stop fighting and actually accept what's happening flourish and are usually happy. The few that continue to fight become bitter and sullen, I'd rather be happy than bitter when life throws me curve balls.

Do you have any hobbies you would like to share?

I'm a computer geek. So I'd say computer software whether it's games or just software I can use as an author. For instance I'm learning GIMP to create a world map for my futuristic fantasy books as well as my covers, and adverts. Otherwise, I game. My primary game is Runescape which I've played over 14 years and it's where I met my husband. If I'm not on RS then I'm playing Sims3, Skyrim or on one of our gaming stations.
Yep I know total nerd.

Whats an item on your bucket list that you havent done yet?

I want to travel. I'd love to see more of Europe. Greece, Norway, Denmark are a few of the countries on my bucket list to see and wander around.

Tell us the best vacation you have ever been on.

I don't have a best/favorite vacation, because I loved all the experiences I've had while on vacation. From getting seasick when my dad tried to share his love of deep sea fishing to bungee jumping and having the biggest adrenaline rush. Now I love to go and just learn the history to walk in places that are steeped with stories and history. Like seeing the attic where Ann Frank hid to evade the Germans, touching the bullet holes Germans left behind during World War II and realizing my grandfather wandered these same streets when the Allies came to help. I'd like to go see the village that inspired the story of the Pied Piper which is in Germany. Those are all enjoyable in different ways.

Where do you find the inspiration for your books?

I find inspiration in the oddest places. For my first Rayburn Mystery, Gravedigger, I was actually flipping through some stuff learning about the Grim Sleeper, aka Lonnie David Frankling Jr., a California serial killer. I ended up stumbling across an article about a Russian man who'd been digging up graves and putting the bodies in plaster so the dead wouldn't be lonely anymore.
He probably never would've been caught except he left a note at one or two of the sites and the parents became suspicious and had their daughters' bodies exhumed only to find an empty coffin.
It made my mind churn and of course a story was born. Most of it I let my imagination run as wild as I wanted, because cemeteries can be fun exploring at night. And yes, I speak from experience... who hasn't dared a friend to hang out in a cemetery on Halloween?

Is there anything else you would like to share with your fans?

Yes, there are two more in the Rayburn series written as well as two blog stories.
I'm in the process of writing the stories for Josephine's sisters which has been a lot of fun since each of them have vastly different personalities from not only Jo but each other as well. Juliette is a CIA wetwork operative who worked with their father. Jenna is a white hat hacker. And of course you've met Karma, she's found throughout Josephine and Rhys's stories.
Also, Gravedigger was a finalist in The Beverly for 2019. It came in at the top five of their Published Author's Contest.



Tagline: Hunting a killer is easy. Learning to love is hard.

Blurb:

Josephine 'Jo' Rayburn has no luck with love. Between the demands of her job as a homicide detective, finding the perfect yarn for her knitting projects, and her nosy family, she doesn't have time to find her happily ever after, nor does she really believe it exists. Until she's assigned to the Gravedigger task force where she meets Rhysian 'Rhys' Harrison, the sexy Coroner's assistant.

Rhys Harrison thought he had found love with the perfect woman. But his parents' death forced him to choose between his fiancée and caring for his brother, he chose his brother. His only regret, the medical degree he abandoned to work in the Coroner's office. When the Gravedigger leaves his latest victim at the gates of a cemetery, Rhys and Jo are thrown together, her prickly personality interests him, but it's her deeply hidden romantic side that captivates him.

After one of the task force members is shot, Rhys's fears of losing Jo, like he's lost so much already, threaten to rip them apart. Can she convince him that love is worth having no matter the risk? Or will he play it safe, leaving before his heart becomes too attached?

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Excerpt:

~Their first date at a craft show~

They rounded the corner and Jo released a startled gasp when Rhys led her to another booth. “And this is the reason I wanted to bring you here.”
Her gaze bounced from all the colorful yarn in front of her, to him. She narrowed her eyes. “Did Sullivan talk? Because if—”
“Sullivan knows?” Rhys held his palms up, shaking his head. “No, I kind of spied on you . . . sort of.”
She took a careful step back. Could she have read him wrong? God, she had the absolute worst luck with men.
“Get that look off your face. I wasn't following— Wait, I kind of . . . Dammit.”
It was the first time she'd seen him at a loss for words and had heard him curse. He took a deep breath, then released it as he rubbed his palms across the sides of his pants. Nervous was good . . . maybe.
Rhys's gaze tangled with her and she read the sincerity in it. “I take my brother to the library on Wednesdays. They sponsor a reading program, and I like him to have real books. Borrowing the books teach him to take care of items, especially if he's responsible for turning them back in or paying for damages out of his allowance.”
“I thought I saw you on the escalator, but . . .” she trailed off unsure if she wanted him to know she'd almost followed to see if the man really was Rhys. Jo hadn't followed though, not wanting to embarrass herself if she were wrong.
“Yeah, probably. I followed you—”
“And saw the knitting books. Crap.” Jo stepped into his space, jabbing a finger at him. “No telling anyone. Sullivan knows, but I have enough blackmail video of him that he won't ever spill.”
“I'm not going to tell anyone, Jo. I mean I don't get why it's a big secret—” Rhys's hand caught hers, linking them together again.
People who didn't work in law enforcement rarely understood the weird sense of humor and pranks that occurred because of it. “If any of my coworkers know, I'll get orders showing up on my desk for knitted speedos, with sizes I'm sure—”
“Are you kidding?” Rhys's mouth fell open when she shook her head.
“With just the Digger case, Sullivan and I have gotten three different adverts for zombie apocalypse survival kits. Not to mention a few axes, and tons of emails with videos on how to survive a zombie attack.”
“I thought cops had more important things to do.”
Jo snorted. “They do, but they also know levity keeps you from sinking into the deepest darkest hole you can find. We see the absolute worst humanity has to offer. Grandmothers killing grandkids because they were high. Or parents selling their kids. Kids shooting parents or other family members. If someone can dream it up, we've seen it.”
He gently pulled her close, cradling her in his arms. Safe. His chest was solid under her cheek. His heart a steady beat in her ear, she stifled a gasp at how right he felt.
“I know. I've only worked for Jim for a few months and I already know I'm not cut out for it.”
Gathering her composure, Jo kept their hands linked and leaned back. “You wanted to be a doctor? I thought I heard that.”
“Yes, a pediatrician.” His thin lips softened from the hard-flat line they'd been in. “I planned to go into practice with a couple of friends I'd met in school. One was studying to be an OBGYN and the two others were studying general medicine. I wanted to help kids.”
“And what stopped you?”
“My parents died, and I needed to take care of Rian.” Rhys set her away from him. “And this is depressing. How about we get off these subjects and back on this amazing yarn.”
Deciding to go along with him, Jo turned and fell into her second love. Knitting. Jo wanted to dig into all the questions she had: why Rhys quit medical school, why he'd taken a job at the Coroner's office and why he still drove his father's car after they'd been dead for two years, she tamped down the urge. Focusing on his smiles and laughter. But especially the bubbly feeling of happiness he drew so effortlessly from her.



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Author Bio:

I'm a geek, a gamer, a music lover, and a voracious reader. I love Star Trek and B-grade movies like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes and Sharknado. I enjoy figuring out software and learning new things and applying them to whatever book I'm currently working on.

I write romantic adventures. Mostly, I live vicariously through my characters. I can be a knife-wielding forager who saves her family from deadly kidnappers or a slinky thief who must outmaneuver her sadistic cousin. My male characters aren't cookie cutter either. There's so much diversity in the world that one size does not fit all. It's the same for love. My male characters are diverse. I have several he-men, alpha types, but I also have nerds in glasses who can kickass when needed, whether in a board room or in a parking garage. I have characters who are blind and some who have lost a limb putting their lives on the line to save others.

The one thing they all have in common is they are people who learn to move past their hurdles and find love.

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Monday, August 19, 2019

#CharacterInterview - "The Chieftain’s Secret" by Mageela Troche

Thank you so much, Niall, for stopping by my blog! So let's get started!
Character Interview

What’s your name?
Niall MacLean

What do you look like? 
Brown hair and eyes to match but I’m a handsome man.

What time period does your story take place? 
It’s the thirteenth century Scotland. What some call the golden age of Scotland before the English try to steal the crown.

What’s your goal in this story?
A simple one. I just have to save Ermina Bruce, a childhood friend who through so crazy events and too many cups of wine became my pregnant wife.

What conflicts are you facing?
I was shocked to discover that Ermina was pregnant. We were handfasted so she didn’t have to marry another. Just one year then we could return to the friends we were. But a few too many drinks and some loneliness and now I have a wife and a bairn. I do not know if I can handle losing another wife and child. And worse, falling in love again.

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?
I am MacLean of Mull. The head of this sept of clan MacLean.

What's the most terrible thing that ever happened to you?
I lost my first wife who was my childhood love during childbirth along with my child. She took a great part of me with her.

Why do you think your author chose to write about you?
Readers first met me when I was a wee lad in The Marriage Alliance where everyone met my brother Duncan MacLean and his wife Alisa Cameron. Everyone also met my first wife Siobhan when we were children. Mageela wanted to show my happy ending. Also I’m pretty great. 


Blurb for The Chieftain’s Secret

On a windswept Scottish Isle…

Many objects wash up on the shores of the rugged Isle of Mull. The Laird of Lochbuie never expected a pregnant wife to be included in that. Honorable Niall MacLean was wed to his childhood love when she died in childbirth. Now a widower, he struggles to get beyond his grief. Then a dear friend, Ermina Bruce pleaded for his help. His protective instinct came alive and he handfasted with Ermina to save her from an unsuitable marriage and one drunken night has led to forever after and a repeat of his past heartbreak.

The bonds of friendship…

Noble Ermina Bruce has loved Niall MacLean since he first fostered in her uncle’s home. But he loved another so she settled for the deep bonds of friendship. When her family arranged a marriage she didn’t want she knew Niall could save her from that miserable fate.

One night of passion…

That one night in Niall’s arms led to her pregnancy. Ermina has not told Niall of their secret baby. But his reaction isn’t her greatest fear. Her fear is even greater than the brave laird’s wrath. Every woman in her family has died in childbirth and all know the same fate awaits her. Once again, Ermina knows Niall is the only one who can save her. And if he fails, her last days shall be with the man she has loved since childhood.

Will love have a chance to come alive?


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Excerpt

Prologue

The church preached the Lord had a plan for all living creatures. Ermina Bruce wondered about her own divine design. Naturally, marriage, children, and a household of her own were included in the life plan. For Ermina, she would have liked a hint of what else awaited since her life had taken a surprising turn.

“Don’t fall into the fire.”

A scream squeaked from her as she spun around and nearly toppled into the hearth. Niall snatched her back and against his hard chest. She landed with a humph. Her nose and cheek smashed against him. She drew a breath into her empty chest along with the manly scent mixed with wine, leather, and musk. She planted her hands flat on his chest and straightened.

“Niall, you frightened me”—she shoved her palm hard against his chest, not that he wavered from her strike—“Sneaking in here without making nary a sound.”

He shrugged. “The skills of a Highlander.” Niall swayed on his feet.

Ermina grabbed him by his forearm to steady him. “The skill is made more impressive since you are drunk.”

“I am celebrating our handfasting.” He lifted his hand. He frowned as he realized his hand was empty. “I seem to have forgotten my cup.”

Ermina turned away from his empty hand hovering in the air as if it were curled about a cup. He couldn’t see her tears. He would ask her why she cried, and she couldn’t reveal the truth. Worse than her unreasonable emotions for him, she knew his reason for drinking until the world faded to the edges of his awareness. That knowledge never stemmed the roaring need to scream down upon his head. She hated seeing his eyes heavy from drink, his movement sloppy, and hearing his slurred speech.

“There have been enough toasts tonight. From all the warm wishes, if a wedding had occurred we would have had a very blessed lifetime. ”

That sounds wonderful. A lifetime with Niall.
“Your uncle scowled through the ceremony.” His befuddled voice snapped her free from her thoughts. His stance was wide but that failed to stop him from swaying.

She didn’t reach to steady him. Right now, with the dull ache thumping through her, she decided touching him was stupid.

Her uncle, the fourth earl of Annadale, and head of the family, had been snarling and growling since Niall and she informed him of the handfasting. There was no reason for his behavior to change on this day. “Aye, he did raise his cup begrudgingly.” She ambled to the bed and perched on the edge. “At least, we were both screamed upon but our lives were not in too much danger.” She put her feet up.

“I am accustomed to his temper. You were trembling like a new recruit.” Niall joined her and fell back. He threw one arm over his head and rested the other one on the flat of his stomach.

“I rarely witness that side of my uncle.”

“You thawed his plans but he gave in to your wants in the end. At least you will not be teetered to that auld man. I imagine Bruce will have more care in your next match.”

“I pray you are right. I do not wish to be bound to a man who believes a husband should not spare the rod with a wife.” Ermina fell back beside Niall. He peeked out the corner of his eye and stretched out his arm. She scooted over and propped her head on his muscular forearm.

This wasn’t the first instance that Ermina had been this close to Niall. This time, though, felt different. They were handfasted. Not that that knowledge changed anything. That was a falsehood. It changed everything for her. Her yearning for him sharpened.

She could bury her nose in the crook of his neck and breath in his scent. Just one whiff of his singular scent and a rush of warmth and pure happiness filled her. Then the longing came and the knowledge that she would never have his love smothered every ounce of her desire.

He rested his head against hers and let out a wine-scented sigh.

His lips were less than half a finger length from her own. Their breaths mingled. She could kiss him. She could finally feel the texture of his lips and discover if they felt as she had imagined.

That was wrong. They were friends. He had saved her from a marriage to a man she had no desire to be united with. A kiss would ruin their bond. That was one act she refused to allow.

“’Tis the first time we have lain together on a bed.”

“You make it sound sinful.” She hoped she put enough of a sneer into her voice so he couldn’t hear the rush charging through her.

He rolled his head to the side and wiggled his dark brows. “Most sinful.”

His intoxicated gaze flittered over her face and lost the stressed lines that pinched his face. His warm regard changed to one darkening with desire. His gaze slowly traced over the lines of her face then to her mouth where it lingered, tracing the shape. His mouth parted as if he were preparing to kiss her.

She stilled, unwilling to break the bond between them. Not once in her life had she been the focus of his smoldering gaze. She had seen glimpses of it when he spoke of Siobhan. Now, his narrowed eyes centered on her. His desire was meant for her and her alone. She had never been kissed. For Niall to be the first…Her whole body went hot and slowly melted. She went a little dizzy. He would kiss her. She licked her lips in preparation.

He blinked. Niall let out a heavy sigh laced with a groan. She understood its meaning. Siobhan. More than twelve months had passed since his wife’s death. Naturally, she understood the reasons for him losing himself in drink. Niall had loved his Siobhan since their childhood.

When Niall arrived at Annadale to foster at the age of eight, he had already been—as he said handfasted—to her. When he returned to the highlands as a knight, he had wed her. Ermina never met Siobhan, but she had been entertained and jealous of the highland lass as she listened to his countless stories that always centered around Siobhan. With each telling, she had felt the all-encompassing love he possessed for her. Aye, she understood the reasons for his drinking with each raise of his cup, and her heart ached for him.

“If I were to take another wife, I would be pleased to have you.”

He rolled on his side and placed a peck on her cheek. Instead of putting a proper distance between them, he rested his chin upon her shoulder. She leaned her head against the top of his head and listened to his easy breathing.

“I would be pleased to have you for a husband.” She felt that emptiness inside of her that ached to be filled. The sensation that hollowed her whenever she thought of Niall. If she had to name the turmoil within herself, she might have thought it longing. The corner of her eyes began to burn as if tears were forming. She blinked with such rapidness she could have started a storm. There was no reason for them. Niall would not be the man she would spend her life with.

He lifted his head. His nose brushed along her jaw and across her cheek, halting when he buried the tip in her hair. His lips hovered over her ear. His exhales blew across her lobe. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the lulling sensation.

“Ermina, you are a beautiful woman and shall have all the happiness life can give.” He kissed her—a simple peck that sparked goose bumps across her.

He drew back and stared at her. There was softness, nay, tenderness in his eyes. It wasn’t because of the color but the hooded shape that gave him an earnest expression. The hazy gloss dulled the brightness of his dark, burnished eyes.

“This isn’t right but I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to.” He fitted his mouth to hers with the softest of pressure. She should have turned away. Niall did not know what he was doing. She did.

With his top lip, he nudged apart her shocked mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked against her stiff one. She opened to him. Her mouth filled with the taste of wine. The tart flavor jolted her. The hairs on her arms stood as a current race through her.

This was foolish.

’Tis only a kiss…

Author Bio

An Air Force brat, Mageela Troche has lived throughout the world then landed in New York City. She wanted to leave the same day she arrived. Yet, with her stubbornness, Mageela learned to like the place and the libraries were the main reason. Since she was a little girl, Mageela wanted to be an author and an actress, however, once in college, she changed her life plan in the pursuit of money. After all, college loans must be repaid.

With life’s twists and turns, she returned to writing and focused on the romance genre. Mageela Troche’s first break came when she sold a short story to a magazine. She sold two more before the publication of her historical romance novel, The Marriage Alliance. She has gone on to write four more novels and a novella.

Mageela is currently writing in the cramped corner of her Big Apple apartment. She is the proud owner of a Black-masked lovebird named Boobula. She loves to hear from her readers and can be found online at MageelaTroche.com

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Sunday, August 18, 2019

#BookReview – “Kidnapping Casey” by Laurann Dohner



Blurb 

All Casey wants is to avoid being arrested on trumped-up charges from her persistent ex-boyfriend. Running through the woods to escape two deputies sounds like a great plan until they catch her. Thinking it’s all over, waiting to hear the snap of the handcuffs, she instead hears a roar.

A huge, tall, muscular man comes to her rescue. She’s being saved by Bigfoot—and he’s the sexiest thing she’s ever seen. The attraction between them is instant, and after spending a little time with him, Casey wants to take him home and keep him.

There are a few problems with that plan. He’s not the legendary creature, but he definitely isn’t human. Argernon is a warrior from Zorn. They do have one thing in common—he wants to take her home and keep her. He’s kidnapping Casey.
 

Review

In the second Zorn Warriors book, Casey is running through the woods to outrun her cheating ex-boyfriend’s hired goons. When a large, sexy, hairy man saves her, she finds herself naked in his arms and soon on a spaceship. Argernon is from the planet Zorn, and he’s claimed her as his bound (his mate/wife). Though he fell in love with her the first time they had sex, she’s not so sure about leaving Earth. When the ship is attacked and she later finds out about his dirty little secret, she’s heartbroken and the tentative love between them comes crashing down.
This is a really good story. Casey is a proud, brave, and stubborn woman, and she doesn’t take crap from anyone, especially from Argernon. I admired her strength and her will to not submit, even though her determined lover knew exactly how to seduce her.
Argernon is the type of man who would do anything for the woman he loves, but he doesn’t understand Earth women. As he and Casey learn about each other’s cultures, their relationship is put to the test. Their pain and sorrow left me teary-eyed, and I love when a book can make me feel attached to the characters.
Argernon’s brother, Rever, befriends Casey and helps her when needed. His other brother, Ral, only wants to protect him. I loved the way Ariel, Ral’s bound, came to Casey’s rescue and how she put Ral in the doghouse. The poor man is so torn about what to do. It’s funny and sad at the same time.
The story is mostly in Casey’s POV (Argernon only gets half a chapter in his POV), but I still felt like I understood him. This is a good book and series for sci/fi romance lovers to try.
4 Stars

Saturday, August 17, 2019

#BookReview – “Ral’s Woman” by Laurann Dohner

Blurb

Ariel never knew aliens existed until she finds herself kidnapped and taken from Earth. When the Anzon declare humans useless, she learns her fate — prize for the winner of a brutal fight between large, muscled alien men.

Ral is a Zorn warrior. He has also been kidnapped by the Anzon, along with his crew. Forced into slavery, he's got one thing on his mind — freeing his people. That is, until he sees the small human woman he's willing to fight to win. He doesn't just want her body, he wants her heart forever.

In the hands of a hot alien, Ariel is about to discover how pleasurable captivity can be.


Review


In the first Zorn Warriors book, the cruel Anzon aliens kidnap Ariel from Earth and make her a slave. When they find out their bodies aren’t sexually compatible, they offer her up as a prize to their Zorn slaves and force the men to fight in order to win her.
Ral, a beefy, gorgeous dark-haired Zorn, wins the battle. At first sight and sniff, he falls in love with her and binds her to him as his mate for life. After they escape their captors and go to the planet Zorn, however, their problems really begin.
I really liked this story. Ral is sexy, gentle, attentive, and he’s wild about Ariel. He’s also basically a prince to the Zorn people.
Ariel is a strong woman, but she does let him walk over her at times. I wish I could’ve learned more about her past on Earth. She misses her family and friends, but she never seemed too broken up about not being able to go home.
Love and romance bloomed very fast. I understand it from Ral’s POV, but Ariel seemed to fall head over heels a little too fast given the trauma she’d experienced.
Ral has an overprotective family—mostly a few sexy brothers and a really hot dad—and I enjoyed the family dynamics as they learn to accept Ariel, a lowly human, into their fold. Little do they realize the major changes that Ariel and the human race will bring to Zorn.
I have an older copy of this novella, and it could use an edit (misspelled words, choppy sentences, etc). Hopefully, the re-released version is in better shape. The story is told in third person, Ariel’s POV, but I would’ve liked to have read from Ral’s POV too.
I’m looking forward to reading more in the series.
4 Stars

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

#AuthorInterview and #BookSpotlight - "Brace for Impact" by Daryl Devoré


A Chat with Daryl Devoré

What is your greatest temptation?
In men: Matt Damon – hands down – no question.
In food: chocolate – no wait- cookies – oooh - chocolate cookies
In clothes: jeans – I'm a pretty casual person, although I love checking out $900 Prada heels.

What is your greatest weakness?
Arghh – can't come up with just one thing – have a whole list – okay – okay –cookbooks. Love cookbooks.

If you could have any kind of car, what would it be?
Lamborghini – no, a Bugatti Veyron – see you got me on a wishy-washy sort of day.

Your dream home - mountains or ocean?
Ocean. My motto – Sun. Sand. Sea water.

What inspired you to become a writer?
I learned to print. It's part of me. I eat. I breathe. I write.

Do you have a daily writing routine?  If so, please share.
Let's see. I get up. Head to my laptop. Check emails. Then chaos ensues as life kicks in. So no – no writing routine.

What is your favorite book?
That's like asking me my greatest weakness. Favourite book???? – I have book shelves full. No idea.

What is your favorite movie?
The Bird Cage.

Who is your favorite historical figure?
Favourite historical figure???? Let's go for Joan of Arc – girl had courage.

In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him?
Guess, at the moment it would have to be Guy Lapierre.
 Introducing – Guy Lapierre. Say hi, Guy.
"Hi."

Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her?
Paix
Paix is a newly divorced woman, with a fledging career as a flight attendant. She is hiding under an assumed name to avoid the hatred of her ex. No longer a trainee, this is her first flight to try and prove herself. And everything was going great until the plane crashed.


Blurb 

What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?

But Fate had other intentions.

After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.

Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother.

Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?



Excerpt 
Lori gagged on the bile rising in the back of her throat. She inhaled sharply to calm her stomach. If I'm going to die, it's not going to be with vomit all over my uniform.
A distant whimper caught her ear. She lifted her head and opened her eyes. The lady in 37D rocked back and forth in her seat. Lori fought the urge to run to her. Her flight attendant training told her to stay seated. The Captain had called, "Brace for impact."
Hang on, 37D. Just a bit longer. I understand how you feel. Isolated way back here in no-man's land at the back of the plane. No one's hand to hold for comfort. Alone. Scared. Me too.
The gentleman in seat 36C stood then pulled open the overhead bin.
Lori sat up taller. "Sir! The Captain said, brace for impact. Get back in your seat. Please."
He turned his head, glancing at her. Lori blinked. She'd noticed him as she did her rounds of economy class. Sexy tousled hair. An unshaven chin. Gorgeous smile. Focus on your job. "Sir. Please. Sit. Down."
He grabbed a bag out of the bin, slammed it shut and returned to his seat.
Her heart raced as she shouted out the words she'd practiced in flight attendant school a hundred times and prayed she'd never have to use. "Head down. Brace. Brace." She hoped the sound of her voice could offer a moment's relief to the terrified passengers in economy. They were her passengers. If she could hold each of their hands, she would. "Head down. Brace. Brac—"
The plane dropped and shuddered.
Lori's professional calm shattered. The passengers under her care were going to die. She was going to die. The sensation of utter loneliness swamped her. She clenched her fists until her short nails dug into the palms of her hands. Pressure built in her ears. She tried all the tricks she knew, but the pressure wouldn't release. We're dropping too fast.
Wonder what dying is going to feel like? Will it hurt? Mom. Trembling as her mother's smiling face popped into her mind, she swallowed back a wail of grief at the thought of her mother's pain when she heard the news of the plane crash.
What's taking so long? Maybe— A ray of light shone down on the darkness of her despair. Maybe the captain was landing the plane. Captain Fraser was one of the best. He could save everyone.
The plane jerked. Metal shrieked in complaint. Fear rang loud in the screams of the passengers. Lori's pulse pounded in her chest. Her breaths came in short pants. She swiped at the sweat on her upper lip. Her stomach knotted then boiled. It was close. The end. Whatever the end was. She squeezed her eyelids shut and whispered, "Mom. I love you."



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New releases anytime soon? One coming up in the near future – a hot contemporary – title is still to be decided.

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Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat. 
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it. 








Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Creativity #GuestPost and #BookSpotlight - "Only a Good Man Will Do" by Dee S Knight

Thank you, Dee, for your insight into Creativity!

Writers often say that they have a muse who sits on their shoulders, gently whispering words of encouragement. And let’s face it, it’s easy to listen to the muse in the ideal environment. Give me a cup of steaming coffee and a recliner. I cuddle in the chair wearing my bunny slippers and happily type away on the AlphaSmart.

In these situations, the muse is satisfied. She smiles, she sings. Words flow from the brain to the fingers. With a single breath, characters come to life, actions are cobbled together to converge at plot points, and “dark” moments grow positively black with ease. Life is good.

But what about those times when the environment is not so conducive to happy, productive thoughts? What about when you’re…at work? *shudder* No music, sunny window, recliner. No bunny slippers. ☹

Here’re examples of four women who bring creativity to that dreaded sterile workplace. Their names have been changed to protect the guilty.

1. Markie.
I worked with Markie, a mature woman with a wicked sense of humor. Truth be told, there were days when we talked and laughed more than we worked. Markie has one teeny, tiny problem. She’s an artist trapped in a proofreader’s job.

Markie proofs business cards, letterhead and envelopes, determining placement of text (within 1/16”), and font size. Pretty dry stuff. So what does Markie do to let her artist’s soul fly? Well, last spring she spent most of her free moments planning the decorations for her daughter’s prom. For weeks she designed, cut, painted and assembled the makings of a Mardi Gras stage. This spring she’s planning to enroll in a watercolor class. The muse will not be stifled!

2. Tanya
Tanya is a young woman full of charm and fun. Her job is even more exacting than Markie’s. She’s a typesetter, creating the material Markie proofs. Accuracy and stringent attention to detail makes this a dull kind of job, especially for someone as creative as Tanya.

So what does she do? She enhances the forms and paperwork she passes to others in the workplace by adding flourishes and doodles. She writes the word SEP (for color separation) in fancy script, fills in the negative space in the wording with bright color and adds sun rays to letters. I always knew when I received a ticket from Tanya because it made me smile.

3. Flora
Flora works for a large university, and spends time performing such exciting tasks as organizing graduate student folders, following a checklist and answering innumerable, repetitive questions.

Creativity? Flora has it in spades. She wears a tee shirt proclaiming, “I’m probably not listening to you,” and responds to professorial comments in ways both creative and unexpected. Quick-witted Flora quips verbal jewels that I wouldn’t think of until days later. And, she writes! I love her fast mind and ability to see everything in artistic, new perspectives.

4. Pam
The insurance world is known for its deadly dull, intricate, detailed contracts, and my good friend Pam creates and manages some of the largest for insurance mega-giants. It’s an exacting, left-brain job for a brilliant right-brain lady like my friend.

Pam gets away from her job by creating gorgeous jewelry at home. She’s a master artist, taking the simplest stones and turning them into works of art. Even the smallest wire is twisted and woven into the overall beauty of the piece.

These are just four of the very special women I know who don’t let their less-than-creative environments stifle their muse. I admire them for making their jobs—and their lives—more exciting, fun and colorful. Like me, they believe we owe it to ourselves to use any opportunity to brighten our lives, enrich the days of those around us and make our corners of the world better, happier places. What do you do to answer the muse?


Blurb: 

Seriously ambitious man seeks woman to encourage his goals, support his (hopeful) position as Headmaster of Westover Academy, and be purer than Caesar's wife. Good luck with that!

Daniel Goodman is a man on a mission. He aims to become headmaster of Westover Academy. For that he needs a particular, special woman to help him set high standards. Into his cut and dried life of moral and upright behavior, comes Eve Star, formerly one of Europe's foremost exotic dancers. Her life is anything but cut and dried, black and white. Daniel is drawn to her like a kid to chocolate. Nothing good can come of this attraction. Or can it? He is after all, a good man.

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B&N https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1129630612?ean=2940161770603
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/898008

Excerpt:

Daniel walked into the parlor of the headmaster’s house Saturday afternoon seeking first the food table and second, his friend, Stan Baxter. He spotted them both near the front window.

“You’re late,” Stan said.

“Lots of people wanted to chat.” Parents’ Weekend, when teachers sat in their classrooms to meet their students’ mothers and fathers, meant mandatory tea afterwards for all professionals at the Academy. Board members and parents attended at their own discretion, and the boys—the reason the school existed and they were all there—mostly stayed out of sight and hearing.

“Fortunately for me, a good many parents now have grabbed their progeny and left campus, so I have access to the snacks unimpeded,” Daniel said, examining the finger food on display before making his selections. The challenge was always how to load his plate while appearing to take a socially acceptable portion. “Did I miss anything?”

“Only an angel.” Stan turned toward the window. “Holy Mother! Look at that,” he muttered.

“What?” Daniel asked, fitting a cucumber sandwich beside the smoked salmon-topped cracker on his dessert plate. “Am I missing a table of fare? I swear, every year the offerings at these teas are more meager than the last.”

Stan chuckled and answered in the same low voice, “Is your stomach all you think about? I was talking about another kind of dish. One you can have fun eating in bed, if you catch my drift. And she just slipped out onto the lawn.”

“Is your libido all you think about?” Daniel bit a carrot stick in two and sighed. Only three more hours and he could order a pizza. With all of his charges gone from the dormitory for Parents’ Weekend, he had a rare, private, two-day holiday ahead of him. With the tiny plate full, he joined Stan at the large windows. “Where is this goddess?”

“There. In the red dress and hat.”

Daniel saw nothing but the shapely form of a woman walking away. Slender ankles topped three inch heels. A dress of some kind of lustrous material hit her mid-calf. The style was soft and feminine, and berry red. Not many women showed up at Westover in a color sure to make them the focus of attention. Not that most of them didn’t expect to be the focus—didn’t demand it, in fact—but they usually weren’t so obvious. The breeze at her back molded the material to the curves of her hips and ass, and fluttered the dress’s full sleeves. A wide-brimmed hat hid her hair, but based on what was visible, Daniel easily imagined a long column of neck designed for kissing.

“If the rest of her matches the back view, you’ve got reason to be drooling down the front of your gown.”

Frowning, Stan glanced down as though to make sure the drool comment was only facetious. “Can’t afford to drool on this. I had to use my tax refund to pay for the thing and show off my Master’s chevrons. I don't know how you afforded to pay for your Ph.D. paraphernalia.”

“The new degree looks sharp on you. Now, why are you mooning over a woman you see at the headmaster’s tea, when you know she’s some student’s mother and off limits?”

“She looks young enough to be a sister, so it’s not a given she’s out of bounds.”

At that moment, a young boy wearing the school uniform and a big grin ran up to the woman. She bent to catch him in her arms. When she straightened, she ruffled the boy’s hair. His expression and his wagging finger showed that he chastised her, but then he laughed and finger-combed the mussed hair back into place. She took his hand and they walked toward the circle where most of the parents parked. Looking up at the woman, the boy’s lips moved the whole while, carrying on a steady monologue.

Something in her actions captured Daniel’s attention. They were artless, performed naturally and with unabashed love. The child fairly skipped beside her and the frequent turns of her head showed she looked at him as though hanging on every word he spoke.

“How wonderful,” Daniel murmured, impressed with her total attention to the boy. “Did you see that?”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think her hips would ever stop swaying, and it’s a crime they make hemlines so long.”

Daniel laughed. “You’re such a hedonist.”

“And proud of it. But you were right. Looks like she’s a student’s mother after all. Damn the luck.”

For once, Daniel agreed with his friend. But not just because of the woman’s obvious good figure. More because she seemed to love her son and didn’t care who knew it. He normally kept his distance from flashy women, as this one appeared to be, based on her dress color, but her easy manner with the boy would be enough to make him ignore his own inclination toward the conservative. If she weren’t also a patron of the school. Assuming the gods smiled on him and he became headmaster, he and the woman would be on business terms, and nothing good ever came from mixing business with pleasure. Pleasure is what every male instinct in him screamed she would be.

Bio:

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at dsknight@deesknight.com.
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