Monday, January 21, 2013

Interview with romantic fiction author Maggie Jaimeson

Please welcome romantic fiction author Maggie Jaimeson to Reviews and Interviews. She's sharing today with us to talk about her newest novel, Healing Notes.

Maggie's tour is every Monday for 12 weeks. Maggie will award one autographed cover flat to a randomly drawn commenter at each blog stop. In addition, she will award a $25 gift card to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner's choice) as a grand prize to one randomly selected commenter on this tour. You must leave an email address to be entered into any of the drawings. And if you'd like more chances to win, visit other tour stops along Maggie's tour and leave comments there. 

Bio:
Maggie Jaimeson writes romantic women’s fiction and romantic suspense with a near future twist. She describes herself as a wife, a step-mother, a sister, a daughter, a teacher, and an IT administrator. By day she is “geek girl” – helping colleges to keep up with 21st century technology and provide distance learning options for students in rural areas. By night Maggie turns her thoughts to worlds she can control – worlds where bad guys get their comeuppance, women triumph over tragedy, and love can conquer all.

Healing Notes is the second book in the Sweetwater Canyon Series of four books.  The final two books will be available in 2013.

Welcome, Maggie. Please tell us about your current release.
Healing Notes is the second book in my Sweetwater Canyon series. The series follows an all women Americana band through their tours, their trials, and tribulations together and as each finds love. This is Rachel’s story, the fiddle player in the band.

In the previous book, Rachel was raped while the band is on tour. This was a huge blow to her as she partially blames herself. She had been quite promiscuous while trying to overcome the blow to her ego when her husband left her for another woman. The book explores her recovery from rape, and how she and the man she comes to love work through the questions surrounding that part of her life. To complicate matters, the man has a young daughter and his own baggage from his previous marriage that he is trying to balance with his feelings, his fears, and his prejudices about Rachel’s past.

What inspired you to write this book?
As I said, this is the second book in the series. When I wrote the first book, Undertones, I didn’t know that Rachel would be raped. When the scene came to me and I started writing it, I have to say it was as much a surprise to me as to my character. So, of course, I needed to resolve that and find a happily ever after for her. One of the main reasons I write romance is to prove that love conquers all and to have control over a world and relationships where no matter what happens, there is a way to find a happily ever after.

In terms of why rape, the antithesis of romance, even appeared in the first book, I suspect it is the expression of a fear that always lurks in the mind of many women. I come from a large extended family and more than 50% of the women in my family have been raped—some as children. When I was in my 30’s and divorced from my first husband, I was raped on a date. It was not nearly as horrific as what happened to my character, Rachel. But like Rachel, I still blamed myself. I asked myself what I did to deserve it. Unfortunately, I think it is also common for women to blame themselves no matter the circumstances. In my case I blamed myself for not seeing the signs, for being too trusting, for all kinds of reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Once I began writing Rachel’s story, I wanted to explore the question of why—even with all the progress we’ve made for women’s rights—we still today blame the victim. You are probably thinking: “Gosh, this sounds depressing.” Actually, I believe you will find Rachel’s story very uplifting. For it is when you overcome the longest odds and the deepest hurts that appreciate your happily ever after that much more. I know I do.

Here is an excerpt from later in the book. Rachel and Noel have been building up to the big sex scene for a long time. Noel has shared some of his past, secrets about his ex-wife and why he’s so protective of his daughter. It’s very late at night and, the sweet kiss goodbye before Rachel laves his house becomes really heated and begins to move to the next step. As clothes begin to come off, Noel’s daughter calls from her bedroom that she needs a drink of water.

            Noel came back into the living room and sat near her on the sofa. “I’m sorry, Rachel, I shouldn’t have let that go so far. This is exactly why we can’t spend too much time together.”
“Did you see me complaining?” she asked.
His lips curved up in a combination of non-repentant rake and wistful regret. “I can’t just sleep with you. I want to—oh, God, I want to—but I can’t do that to you, knowing you’ll be hurt in the end. I have a lot of need stored up and it’d be so easy to let it loose with you. But that would be all it is. I don’t have anything else to give.”
“I’m a big girl, Noel. Don’t you think I can make my own choice here? What if I’m willing to just be a friend and a lover, without the extra complications?”
Her heart beat double-time. She wanted more. Oh, God forgive her, she wanted the whole package even if she didn’t deserve it. But, for now, she would take whatever he was willing to give.
“Rachel, I can’t. For me it’s all or nothing. With Claire, I have to think that way.” She shook her head, unwilling to accept defeat. Before she could say anything, he put a finger to her mouth. “Suffice it to say that if you and I … had sex … it would be a relationship.”
She closed her eyes and took two deep breaths. No! She would convince him otherwise. She’d always been able to convince men to have a fling. She squared her shoulders and her breathing quickened. She wasn’t going to walk out of here in defeat, not when it was obvious he wanted her.
She stood in front of him, her teeth clenched. “What is it you were offering just a moment ago? Sex or love?” She leaned toward him, making sure he could see down the scoop neck of her shirt.
He smiled and sat back, wresting his eyes from the view. “Come on, Rachel. You know we both got carried away. Don’t make this a wrestling match neither one of us can feel good about.”
“If Claire hadn’t called, would you have gone all the way? Would you still be inside me now?”
He stared at her, then nodded, but he didn’t move even an inch toward her.
She straddled him on the sofa, her knees trapping his legs, her hands on each side of his shoulders. She leaned into him, her breasts grazing his mouth, and whispered into his ear with a sultry voice. “I want you. You want me. What’s wrong with giving each other pleasure? What’s wrong with helping each other forget the complications in our lives?” She ran her tongue along the inner flesh of his ear. He groaned. She nuzzled his neck and rained it with kisses.
“I can wait for another night, if you want. I can even wait until you get a babysitter for Claire and we meet somewhere else.” She lowered to his lap and moved against him, feeling the hardness build. “But there’s no reason for two adults who like each other not to help each other in this way. If it grows to something more, great. If not, we both entered into it willingly.” She looked into his eyes and could see the desire warring with something else.
He put his hands firmly at her waist and held her still. He brushed a kiss across her lips. “God, you drive me crazy.” He took a deep breath, then lifted her off him and stood, placing her feet safely on the ground a good foot away from him. “Rachel, it’s not you. It’s me. I just…can’t. I need…”
The words seemed to catch in his throat. He opened his mouth to complete the sentence, but he couldn’t. She saw him clamp down on the words and the thoughts. He stood, silent. Rachel felt that silence deep in her soul. How often had she wished for a good man? A man who could love her forever, and for a child, a daughter? Now, he was staring her right in the face and she couldn’t reach him. All the running she’d done. All that time trying to prove to herself that she was woman enough for any man.
She looked down. What did she think she was doing, coming on to him so strong? That was the exact wrong approach. That was her old M.O. wasn’t it? Exchange sex for love. Deep inside, she knew she could never hold on to love, so sex was what had kept her together.
Now that she’d found the right man, she wasn’t right for him. She never would be. In fact, if he knew about all that proving she’d done in her past, it would drive him even further away from her.
He reached for her hand. “I’m sorry.”
Her heart pounded. She felt his pain through her skin, like the drone of bagpipes at a funeral, the funeral of his soul. And it hurt so much she couldn’t move. She couldn’t find any words of comfort for either of them. She knew what it was like to feel completely abandoned, to wonder if it was something you did wrong. Drake had taught her that lesson when he raped her and left her to die. What Noel’s wife did was like that—a rape of his soul, and with Rachel he feared for his daughter’s soul.
Noel let go of her hand and her heart dropped. She wanted him. She wanted Claire and she didn’t know how she could make it right.
She stared at Noel, begging him to say something. Do something. He looked away, no longer able to meet her eyes.
“This isn’t over,” she said. “I’m not Clarissa. I admit I have my problems, but I’m not selfish and I don’t offer myself lightly. Well at least not anymore.” She walked to the kitchen, her spine straight, and slung her purse over her shoulder. She returned to stand only a few inches from him. “I love Claire. I’ve loved her since the moment I first saw her. I would never hurt her.” She bent forward and brushed her lips on his cheek. “Or you.”
She turned and let herself out the door.


What exciting story are you working on next?
I have three projects I’m working on right now. One is I’m completing the Sweetwater Canyon series. The next book, Heartstrings, is Sarah’s story and the complete opposite of Rachel. Sarah has been the sweet one in the band—the one that everyone is convinced is a 29 year old virgin. That is scheduled for release in July 2013. The final book of the series, Two Voices, is Kat and Theresa’s story. As they are mother and daughter I had to write their story together, and I had to wait until Kat was an adult. The final book is scheduled for release in November 2013.

I’ve also just completed a YA Fantasy novel that is the first in a series, under the name of Maggie Faire. This is my first YA novel and I have to say I absolutely loved writing it and I want to spend a long time in the world I built there. It’s being shopped to publishers right now, so I don’t know yet what will happen with it or when it will come out.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
There have been different times in my life when I thought of myself as a writer. In High School and into my early 20’s I regularly wrote poetry. The few I had published garnered me attention at least among my friends and family. But it was not a way to make a living. In the late 1980’s and early 1990’s I started writing and selling short stories, primarily to SF markets. But after a couple of years I stopped, again wondering why I was wasting time on something that could never be a career. For the next decade, I did write but it was non-fiction. I did publish four non-fiction books during that time. It was on my 50th birthday that I gave myself permission to truly be the fiction writer and follow my dream. I vowed that I would not stop this time, that I would make it a career. That was when I began writing novels.

For eight years I wrote late at night, on weekends, on planes when I traveled on business. I squeezed writing into my 50+ hour work week as an academic administrator. In that time I completed eight novels. Four of them have now been published. The other four will never be published because they simply aren’t good enough and I have no desire to go back and redo them. Though I’ve always known that one part of myself was a writer. I now see myself as a committed fiction writer. I think that’s the big difference.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I have been a full-time writer since this past September and I can tell you it is such a feeling of freedom. I have written more words the best two months, than in the past two years. It really does make a difference in my production. It’s also been such a blessing to have time to connect with other writers, to keep up on my blog and to keep up with my readers.

It took me a couple of months to slow down and change my 50+ hour per week pace. I was very focused on finishing my YA novel before the end of the year and getting it out so I just delved in and wrote all the time. However, I now have a more sane plan. That up at 6:30 or 7:00am and have breakfast. I get to my computer about 8:00-8:30am and do writing-related things. That might be research, email, social media, etc. Do some type of exercise from 10am to 11am. I’m still settling in on what that looks like. Right now it is Zumba DVDs.

Then I write from 11am until about 6pm straight with a 30 minute break around 3pm for an afternoon snack. At 6pm I take a break, help my husband with dinner (he’s the cook in the family), and spend some time with him. I usually return to the computer about 9pm to review what I wrote that day, do some editing or make notes about what I want to work on the next day when I’m fresh. I’m in bed by midnight.

This is my schedule five days a week. On the weekends I may get in another four to five hours of writing time, depending on what things my husband and I have scheduled to do. I also spend some time on the weekends catching up on TV programs I recorded during the week.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
The one that would drive people crazy if they sat near me, is that I talk to myself the entire time I write. I say the words I’m writing as I type them. I think there are two reasons for that. One, is that I’ve always been an auditory learner and so, when I’m developing a story, saying the words makes it stay in my mind. Second, I’ve come to believe that saying the words as I type also helps me to hear the rhythm of my sentences and to judge if the dialog is working.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
My ideas changed from doctor to dancer to astronaut and musician depending on what was going on in my life at the time and what caught my interest. I had a very fortunate childhood. As the oldest of nine children, I always had playmates and among us we had lots of chums in the neighborhood. I also lived only four blocks from the elementary school. In those days schools still provided free summer programs like tap, ballet, jazz, various sports, chorus, and free band or orchestra, as well as general neighborhood social opportunities. Without those programs I would have never experienced any of those things, as my family would not have been able to afford lessons for any of us.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. I love the opportunity to meet readers and to talk books. I’m a rabid reader myself. I read about 100 novels a year, so talking books and finding out from others what are some great stories they’d recommend always makes me happy.

Ways to connect with me:

You're welcome, Maggie. Thanks for being here.

Readers, remember, Maggie will award one autographed cover flat to a randomly drawn commenter at each blog stop. In addition, she will award a $25 gift card to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner's choice) as a grand prize to one randomly selected commenter on this tour. You must leave an email address to be entered into any of the drawings. And if you'd like more chances to win, visit other tour stops along Maggie's tour and leave comments there. 

Buy links:
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For print books:
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Sunday, January 20, 2013

Live chat/interview with freelance writer Lisa J. Jackson - 1/20/13


The Writer's Chatroom presents freelance writer and editor Lisa J. Jackson.

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Sunday, January 20, 2013

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Friday, January 18, 2013

Interview with fantasy/paranormal author Sherri Lackey

Today is a virtual book tour stop for Sherri Lackey. She's talking about her fantasy paranormal novel The Vrykolakas Deviation.

And as a special bonus, Sherri will be awarding a $25 gift card from Amazon to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. To be entered for a chance to win, make sure to leave an e-mail address with a comment below. And if you'd like more chances to win, you can visit other tour stops and comment there as well.

Bio:

Sherri Lackey was born in Carlsbad, New Mexico, later moving to Alpine, Texas where her parents owned a fast food restaurant (The Dairy Twist) and a Mexican food restaurant (The Spot).

It was in the back of those two businesses where, as a child, she developed a wild imagination. She thought skeletons lived in the attic, monsters lurked behind corners, and ghosts haunted The Spot. Her course as a fantasy writer was set from this young age. When her folks moved back to Carlsbad, she imagined aliens peeking in through the living room windows, thereby broadening her interests to include science fiction. As an adult she began to notice that human behavior in general is strange, alien, and monstrously scary at times. Therefore, she never lacks for new and imaginative plots in her stories.

Welcome, Sherri. Please tell us about your current release.
The Vrykolakas Deviation is book one of The Narcissus Legacy series. The story spans millennia as it follows the path of Keeva, a deviant vrykolakas (a vampire creature of Greek origin). Most vrykolakes are narcissistic monsters preying on the life-force of human victims. Keeva and her father, Sandor, do not prey upon humans and are the only two vrykolakes who are different from the rest. They live their lives in hiding from other vrykolakes who view them as a threat.

Keeva longs to have what humans often take for granted - a family of her own. When she poses as a high school student at Caldwell High School, her maternal instincts kick into full gear when she meets and “adopts” a teenage girl named Mandy. She does not tell Mandy that she is actually over two thousand years old. One dreadful night, Mandy is murdered by Severin, a vrykolakas, who Keeva captures and takes back to her apartment. Things become complicated for Keeva after that as she begins to have feelings for Severin.

What inspired you to write this book?
I have wanted to write a vampire novel for years, but there are a lot of vampire novels on the market already. I decided to tweak the concept of a vampire just a bit. As I researched the subject, I discovered the vrykolakas - a vampire legend originating on the Greek island of Santorini. Vrykolakes are sometimes called the bloodless vampire and their killing method isn’t clearly defined in the legends about them. Since it isn’t clearly defined, I took the liberty of defining the vrykolakas and their killing method in my novel.

Excerpt:
"Why? I am a vrykolakas and that is all that matters," he said harshly. "You are not a vrykolakas. You are nothing, less than nothing, daughter of Sandor. You are nothing but a freakish aberration, a mistake yet to be remedied – erased."
This conversation was not going in the direction I had hoped it would go. "And yet," I said, "here you are tied up in this room. This less than nothing aberration managed to drag your practically lifeless body back here and tie you up. That is something to think about isn't it?"
He gave me that cold smile again. "You are such a naïve little girl. How have you survived this long?"
I suddenly felt foolish. I clearly was not on top of my game here. I was failing miserably and his last words cut me deeply. I walked out of the room slamming the door behind me. I was frustrated by my failed first attempt at interrogation. On top of that, I couldn't think clearly with him around.
That night, I was restless again. At times it seemed I was in some realm of being half asleep and half awake. At one point, I thought I woke up to see Severin standing over me, looking down at me with that wolfish grin. I came more fully awake. He was not there, but his distinct odor was pervasive in my room. I got up and got a drink of water from the kitchen. I listened quietly outside his room and heard nothing.

What exciting story are you working on next?
I’m currently working on book two in The Narcissus Legacy series, titled The Darkness Below. The story of the vrykolakes continues with Keeva’s daughter, Kaie, who becomes trapped in another realm known as Subtenna. Alone with none of her family there to help her, she must find a way back to earth. She meets some new friends along the way, and makes more than her fair share of enemies, including one nameless, shapeless enemy which has haunted her dreams since childhood.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I was a child when I first considered myself as a writer. I came up with my first idea for a series of stories when I was in sixth grade. I titled it, Sherri Shoebox, Girl Detective. I was into detective novels in those days. It seems like a silly title now, but at the time I was proud of it. In seventh grade, I wrote a play titled, The Disappearance of Susan Riley, for a speech and drama class. My teacher encouraged me to submit it for publication. I did, and it was promptly rejected. Woohoo! Twelve years old and I had my first rejection letter! After that I gave up mystery writing and started writing science fiction, fantasy, and romance.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I would love to write full-time, but I have other obligations that need my attention. I have homeschooled my three children through high school. My twin sons are now in college working on a Communications degree and my daughter is a junior in high school. My mother is battling cancer now, and I spend my mornings taking care of her. I write whenever I get a chance. I prefer to write in the mornings when my mind is fresh. If I cannot do that, I write in the afternoon. I try to write for at least an hour a day, more than that if I can sneak it in.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I have to have music playing in the background as I write. I choose songs for my iPod based on how they fit with certain scenes in my stories.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Besides a writer, I wanted to be a movie producer and director when I grew up. I was a novel purest, and I believed that movies based on books should follow the intent of the author as closely as possible. I still believe that. I was bitterly disappointed in Michael Landon when I was a child because he didn’t closely follow Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books. When I read The Last of the Mohicans as an adult, and then watched the 1992 movie based on the book, I really became aggravated with the screenwriters. As far as I was concerned, they completely threw out James Fenimore Cooper’s story and kept only the names of the characters. I griped all the way through the movie much to my husband’s displeasure. I’ve given up on the dream of being a movie producer and director, but I did make my own book trailer for The Vrykolakas Deviation.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I just want to say thank you for letting me visit with readers of your blog here today. Stop by my website and say hi, give me a follow or join my mailing list. My front page has ordering information for The Vrykolakas Deviation and the release dates for the next two books in the series.

Ways to connect with me:


Thanks, Sherri. Happy touring! Readers, don't forget about the giveaway Sherri is offering to a lucky commentor. 



Thursday, January 17, 2013

Virtual blurb blitz stop for The Abduction of Mary Rose and Night Corridor


Today I'm hosting a virtual blurb blitz stop that features 2 suspense novels by Joan Hall Hovey: The Abduction of Mary Rose and Night Corridor.

Joan will be awarding a piece of Micmac jewelry - silver dreamcatcher earrings (her main character learns she is of Micmac ancestry) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US & Canada). For a chance to win, leave an e-mail address with a comment below. And for more chances to win, visit other tour stops and leave comments there. 

Bio and links:
In addition to her critically acclaimed novels, Joan Hall Hovey's articles and short stories have appeared in such diverse publications as The Toronto Star, Atlantic Advocate, Seek, Home Life Magazine, Mystery Scene, The New Brunswick Reader, Fredericton Gleaner, New Freeman and Kings County Record. Her short story Dark Reunion was selected for the anthology investigating Women, Published by Simon & Pierre.

Ms. Hovey has held workshops and given talks at various schools and libraries in her area, including New Brunswick Community College, and taught a course in creative writing at the University of New Brunswick. For a number of years, she has been a tutor with Winghill School, a distance education school in Ottawa for aspiring writers.

She is a member of the Writer's Federation of New Brunswick, past regional Vice-President of Crime Writers of Canada, Mystery Writers of America, and Sisters in Crime.

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Blurb for The Abduction of Mary Rose:
A suspense novel interwoven with threads of romance and paranormal.

Imagine discovering everything you believe about yourself to be a lie. And that the truth could stir a killer from his lair.

Following the death of the woman she believed to be her mother, 28-year-old Naomi Waters learns from a malicious aunt that she is not only adopted, but the product of a brutal rape that left her birth mother, Mary Rose Francis, a teenager of Micmac ancestry, in a coma for 8 months.

Dealing with a sense of betrayal and loss, but with new purpose in her life, Naomi vows to track down Mary Rose's attackers and bring them to justice. She places her story in the local paper, asking for information from residents who might remember something of the case that has been cold for nearly three decades.

She is about to lose hope that her efforts will bear fruit, when she gets an anonymous phone call. Naomi has attracted the attention of one who remembers the case well.

But someone else has also read the article in the paper. The man whose DNA she carries.

And he has Naomi in his sights.

Review quotes for The Abduction of Mary Rose:
"…Ms. Hovey's talent in creating characters is so real, you feel their emotions and their fears. You want to yell at them to warn of the danger . . . and you do! Your shouts fall on deaf ears . . . and you cry! The best suspense writer I've ever read!

Beth Anderson, Author of Raven Talks back
"...Alfred Hitchcock and Stephen King come to mind, but JOAN HALL HOVEY is in a Class by herself!…"

J.D. Michael Phelps, Author of My Fugitive, David Janssen

"…CANADIAN MISTRESS OF SUSPENSE…The author has a remarkable ability to turn up the heat on the suspense… great characterizations and dialogue…" James Anderson, author of Deadline

Blurb for Night Corridor:
At 17, Caroline Hill was torn from the boy she loved by her tyranical father. Then they took her child. Finally, her grasp on reality.

Now, after nine years in Bayshore mental institution, once called The Lunatic Asylum, Caroline is being released.

There will be no one to meet her. Her parents who brought her here are dead.

They have found her a room in a rooming house, a job washing dishes in a restaurant. She will do fine, they said. But no one told her that women in St. Simeon are already dying at the hands of a vicious predator. One, an actress who lived previously in her building.

Others.

And now, as Caroline struggles to survive on the outside, she realizes someone is stalking her.

But who will believe her? She's a crazy woman after all.

Then, one cold winter's night on her way home from her job, a man follows and is about to assault her when a stranger intercedes.

A stranger who hides his face and whispers her name.

Review quotes for Night Corridor:
"…another winner. I highly recommend it to any lover of suspense, mystery, romance, or thriller. You’ll not only race through this book, but clamor for more works by this talented and polished author. Aaron Paul Lazar, author of Healey's Cave

"...The mystery and suspense in this novel is outstanding, truly top notch, in the vein of Mary Higgins Clark, but—dare I say—even better? - In the Library

"…intricately plotted and the ending will surprise even the most devoted mystery and susense reader. Gripping suspense. – Sandy Heptinstall - Whispering Winds Reviews

Excerpt for Night Corridor: 
October 1973

He noticed her as soon as he walked into the bar. She was sitting with another girl, a blond; pretty, he supposed, but his attention was riveted on the dark-haired one. He ordered a beer and took a table in the far corner where he had a good view, while he himself was safe from watchful eyes. She had satiny hair to her shoulders, high cheekbones, was slender in a silk print top, black slacks, like a woman on the cover of a magazine. She was laughing at something the blond said, flashing perfect white teeth and his heart tripped. She's the one, the voice told him. Excitement surged through him as he recast her in the movie that for years now, replayed endlessly on the screen of his mind.

When the two women rose to leave, he left his unfinished beer on the table and casually, so as not to draw attention to himself, followed them outside. She had put on a jacket and it shone bright white in the lights from the parking lot.

After chatting briefly, the two girls gave each other a quick hug, then parted and went to their respective cars, parked a good distance from one another. There was a rightness to it. They might just as easily have come in one car, or parked closer to one another. But they did not. The stars were finally lining up in his favor.

He came up behind her as she was fitting the key in the lock of the red Corvair. "I'm Buddy," he said softly, so as not to frighten her. Despite his best intention, she whirled around, eyes wide. "Jesus, you scared the shit out of me. What do you want?"

He felt the smile on his face falter. A mask, crumbling. "I just want to talk to you."

"Fuck off, okay? I'm not interested."

With those words, her beauty vanished, as if he'd imagined it. Her mouth was twisted and ugly. Disappointment weighed heavy on him. Anger boiled up from his depths.

"That was wrong of you to say that to me," he said, still speaking quietly.

Belying the softness of his voice, she saw something in his eyes then and he saw that she did, and when she opened her mouth to scream, he stuck her full in the face with his fist.

She slid down the side of the car as if boneless. He caught her before she hit the ground, then dragged her around to the other side of the car, blocking her with his own body in case someone saw them. Not that he was too concerned. If anyone did see them they would just figure she was his girlfriend and that she'd had one too many. But there was no one in the lot. Even her friend had already driven off.

He lowered her limp form to the ground while he hurried round to the driver's side and got the key out of the door. He put on his gloves, and opened the passenger door. After propping her up in the seat, he went back around and slid into the driver's side. Then he turned on the ignition and the car hummed to life.

Shifting the car into reverse, he backed out of the parking spot. He gave the wheel a hard turn and she fell against him, her hair brushing his face and filling his senses with her shampoo, something with a hint of raspberry. He pushed her off him and her head thunked against the passenger window. A soft moan escaped her, but she didn't wake.

He drove several miles out of the city, then turned left onto a rutted dirt road and stayed on it for a good ten minutes. Spotting a clearing leading into the woods, an old logging road no longer used, he eased the car in, bumping over dips and tangled roots. He went in just far enough not to be seen from the road on the off-chance someone drove by, but also taking care he wouldn't get stuck in here. The headlights picked out the white trunks of spruce trees, spot-lighting the leaves that seconds later receded into blackness, as if this were merely a stage set.

Beside him, the woman moaned again then whimpered, her hand moving to her face where he had struck her. Blood trickled darkly down one corner of her mouth and her eyes fluttered open. He knew the instant she sensed him there beside her, like the bogeyman in a nightmare.

Except she was awake now. When she turned to look at him he felt her stiffen, could see in her eyes that she knew she was in big trouble. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"Who are you?" she croaked, more blood leaking from the corner of her mouth, eyes wet with tears.

"What does it matter?"

"Please…please don't hurt me. I'm—I'm sorry for what I said to you. I shouldn't have. If you want to… I mean, it's okay. You don't have to hurt…"

His fury was like lava from a volcano and his hand shot out, the back of it shutting off her words in mid-sentence. "Shut up, whore."

She was crying hard now, heavy, hiccupy sobs, helpless, terrified. But her tears meant nothing to him. She was right to be afraid. He slid the knife from its sheath that hung on his belt and let her see it.

"Oh, God, no please…" She was choking on her tears, wriggling away from him, trapped, like a butterfly on the head of a pin. He smiled when she reached for the door handle on her side, and then drove the knife into her upper arm. She screamed and he wound his fingers into her hair. "Be quiet," he said, while she held her arm with her other hand and wept like a child.

As he had wept. As he wept still.

"You can't get away," he said. "There's no place to go."


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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Interview with romance novelist Andrea Stein

Today's guest is romance novelist Andrea Stein. She's in the midst of a virtual book tour for her New England-based novel Rough Harbor

Andrea will be awarding a $50 gift card (winner's choice of Starbucks, Amazon, or Walmart), to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so you want to make sure to leave an e-mail address with a comment below if you want to be entered for a chance to win. And if you want more chances to win, you can visit other blog stops on her tour and leave other comments.


Bio:
Hi, I’m, Andrea Stein an author, mother, wife and blogger and a certified mom-chauffeur. I have been scribbling stories for as long as I can remember, including my first adventure story, inspired by an obsession with Out of Africa (book, movie, and biography) about a young girl stranded in Kenya. It was serial fiction handwritten, given to my sister, who couldn’t read my handwriting. That story dies after one installment, but the next year I got a word processor (not a computer, but an ACTUAL WORD PROCESSOR) that showed about twenty lines of text at a time. This was before laptops were widely available and this allowed me to be able to type to my heart’s content in the privacy of my own room. Which I did. I think I spent the time writing stories about my “frenemies” to amuse myself. I also listened to a lot of the Cure and New Wave music. I have since moved on to a happier place.

Even though I read lots of different types of books, I write romance novels with a twist. More like contemporary romance than romantic suspense (I don’t write about serial killers or FBI agents) but I usually like to include a puzzle or mystery for my hero and heroine to solve.

Rough Harbor is my second novel, set in a small New England town. Coming soon is Ivy Cottage, also set in a small New England town on a river.

Other than writing I spend most of my time reading, watching TV, cooking, cleaning, taking care of kids, trying to keep the house clean and folding laundry. I love Twizzlers, chocolate and shows on the WB. For me, reading has always been an escape, a way to escape the ordinary and dive into a world that feels real – but with all of the ‘boring’ parts edited out.

As for the rest of my life, I grew up on Long Island, spent a lot of vacations in small New England towns, went to college in New York City, married by high school sweetheart, worked, had kids, stopped working, and kept on writing. Now I live in rural New Jersey (yes, there is such a thing), and though I don’t own any horses, I do have a barn, which I share with squirrels.

There’s something successful writers always tell new writers about their secret to success. Just do it…Bum Glue…write 1ooo words a day…write for two hours a day….Keep writing. And they’re right. I got more successful with my writing when I started to do it consistently. I don’t write every day, but I shoot for five days a week. This means that the words and pages pile up — and I have stories to shape, make and mold…and share.

I hope you enjoy my books, currently available at www.amazon.com

Links:
www.Andreasteinbooks.com
http://www.facebook.com/AndreaSteinBooks
https://twitter.com/andreasteinbook

Welcome, Andrea. Please tell us about your current release.
Rough Harbor is the story of the love that got away. When theyw ere teenagers, Noah and Caitlyn shared a passionate summer that ended in tragedy. Caitlyn pushed Noah away and they went their separate ways. Ten years later, they’ve both returned to their hometown of Queensbay where they’ve found that while time may have changed them, it hasn’t changed what they felt for each other. But unresolved questions about the long ago tragedy may just keep them apart.

What inspired you to write this book?
I had the vision for the heroine, Caitlyn for a long time, plus the setting is inspired by the beautiful area where I grew up, which is on the North Shore of Long Island. I love writing about the water and small towns.

Excerpt:
Noah leaned in closer, his lips hovering above hers, his arms moving around her, pulling her closer to him, so he could feel his body next to hers, feel the swell of her breasts, see every freckle on her nose.

“I have people for that,” he murmured, letting his lips feather across her. Her eyes opened wide, and he knew that she was feeling, that he had gotten to her.

“Noah…” It was more of a moan than a whisper.

“Shh, I know you’re not after my money. Just shut up and let me…”

Kiss you. And he did, their lips touching. Softly at first, so he could taste her, smell her perfume, something spicy, and her shampoo, something fruity. She moved in his arms – not away, but closer – and he took that for an invitation, an invitation that his attentions were wanted.

He deepened his kiss, letting his tongue explore, letting his hands slide from her shoulders down to the V of her neck, skimming lightly over her breasts, feeling the fabric of her bra, then the hard nub of her nipples which sprang to attention under his caress.

She moaned, answering his kiss, her hands running through his hair, pulling him towards her as their embrace deepened, grew more passionate, his hands roaming feeling, possessing her.

Until. “Stop, Noah, stop.” She broke free, her head moving away from him, her hands still twined in his hair. She lowered her eyes and leaned against his shoulders.

“What, what is it?” His voice was husky, raspy, and he could feel desire, the sheer wanting of her flowing through him, all the way through it. She felt it, too, and took a step back.

“Noah, you’re the boss. And we barely know each other. I mean now. I just can’t get involved right now.”


What exciting story are you working on next?
The Ivy Cottage, which will be out in January 2013. It’s the story of Noah’s best friend, Chase and Phoebe, who inherits her famous aunt’s house in Queensbay. Chase and Phoebe’s grandparents were a notorious couple, the affair of the century and when they meet, sparks fly. But is this love real – and lasting – this time around, or is just a publicity stunt?

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
As long as I can remember. I started out writing fairy tale fantasy (lots of knights, witches and stuff) when I was in elementary school. I used to write in journals, which I have but can’t bear to read. And then as I got older I started to write more romance/suspense type of things.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
About twice a week I write full time – All the kids are in school and get a solid three to four hours of writing time in. Three other days, I work at night after everyone is in bed. I am not really a night owl or a morning person, so in the near future I am working on getting to more ‘normal’ writing day.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I can only write on a computer. I have terrible handwriting and if I write anything longhand, even a few notes or a scene, it’s basically worthless because I can’t even read it. And I play music, but it’s to block out everything else, not because I need the music for inspiration.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A writer. An antique dealer, and then an archaeologist. And then I found out that as a writer you can pretend to be anything you want through your characters – and that it’s a lot less work than actually doing it…

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Thanks so much for the chance to share Rough Harbor with you – I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Thank you, Andrea. Readers, remember if you want a chance to win a $50 gift card (winner's choice of Starbucks, Amazon, or Walmart), make sure to leave an e-mail address with a comment below. And if you want more chances to win, you can visit other blog stops on her tour and leave other comments.




Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Interview with suspense novelist Maggie Thom

Today’s special guest is women’s fiction suspense novelist Maggie Thom. She’s currently on a virtual book tour for her novel Captured Lies.

Maggie will be awarding winner’s choice of a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. To enter for a chance to win, leave an e-mail address with a comment below. And if you'd like to increase your chances of winning, visit other tour stops and leave comments there.

Bio:
Maggie Thom made the hard decision to leave her successful, twenty-year career in management, to write full time. The leap was easy. The freefall was adventurous and very enlightening. When she’s not running her children around or spending time with her best friend, her husband, she’s writing – anywhere, anytime. Give her five free minutes and you’ll find her busy scribbling down ideas. She lives in the real world but loves to get lost in the lives of her characters – who live, love and laugh and are all figments of her imagination. She is thrilled with her first novel - Captured Lies - filled with suspense, murder, mystery, and romance.  

She can be found at:

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Welcome, Maggie. Please tell us about your current release, Captured Lies.
She was kidnapped not once but twice and now someone wants her dead because of it....
Her life was a lie!
Bailey knew her upbringing wasn’t normal but she’s worked hard to stabilize her life. At 29, she finally has a good business, a stable home; her life is miles from that of her childhood. Then suddenly her mother dies, leaving a gaping hole and a discovery that they may not even be related. If Guy, the private investigator is to be believed, her life is a lie. Using the skills she learned on the streets, Bailey travels back through a sketchy and dangerous past, to find answers. Dodging bullets, staying ahead of those who want her dead and convincing Guy she can do it alone, are making it difficult to discover not only the secrets of her mother’s past but that of a family claiming she is theirs.
Everyone seems to have a story... but who’s telling the truth? And who wants her dead? Is Guy part of the solution? Or part of the problem? To discover the facts, she’ll have to untangle a web of deceit, lies, and secrets, dating back over thirty years.

But can she do it in time.....


What inspired you to write this book?
It was an idea that came to me when we were driving. I get lots of ideas, some I write down and some I don't. This one though kind of grabbed me and just kept building to the point that I realized I had to do something with it. Some of what happened in the book though was a result of my father passing away while I was writing it. It really became kind of cathartic to write and express some of the pain I felt at losing him. Some of the idea for the book was also about, what would it be like to lose your identity. What would that mean? What would you do if you weren't who you thought you were? What if your life was meant to have been different? How would you unravel it?  

Excerpt:
The voice came over the speaker. “We’re experiencing some turbulence. Everyone please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”

Mary looked out the window. Gray clouds, low-hanging and heavily laden, filled her view. Lightning streaked by, followed by a loud rumble. The plane jerked and shuddered.

Passengers screamed and shouted. The stewardesses flung out instructions as they raced down the aisle, checking on everyone. “Please remain calm. We’re going through some rough weather. Stay seated and ensure your seatbelts are secure. Put your tray tables in the upright position.” The instructions were thrown out so fast they were almost incomprehensible.

More booming and cracking shook the plane like it was having a grand mal seizure. The aircraft dropped, nose down. They were descending. Rapidly…too rapidly. The stewardesses swayed and scrabbled, grabbing seats, staggering as they pulled themselves down the aisle heading to strap themselves in. The plane bucked. People screamed.

Mary slammed forward, smacking her head on the seat in front of her. The baby shrieked terror. Mary forced herself back, glancing at the infant in her arms. “Shh, baby. Shhh. We’ll be all right.”

Papers flew around like frantic birds despite her seatmate’s attempt to catch and hold them. Ignoring him, she looked out the window. The sky was a blur of ominous black lit up to a gun-metal grey every now and then by a flash of lightning. She wasn’t sure what dropping out of the sky looked like but she figured this was it.

What exciting story are you working on next?
Tainted Waters
Frustrated at being fired from her latest job and overwhelmed by her consolatory family, Sam decides to move to the family’s cabin at the lake. A place she hasn’t been to since her dad committed suicide twenty years before. Or did he? Snooping is something she’s good at but someone seems to be taking offence to her looking too closely at what has been happening at the lake. The descendants of the four families who own the land around the lagoon are dying off... Is she next?

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Today. Just kidding. Okay well not really. It has taken me a long time to call myself a writer. I told people I wrote but not that I was a writer. It has always been something I do not something I am. So it was an interesting leap to finally admit to myself that I am a writer. It's kind of crazy the little quirks we have. This is one of mine. Now I tell people I'm a writer and an author. That was a leap.  

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I'm not sure how to answer this. My intent is to write full time but other things sure get in the way of that. Some people call that procrastination. :) Now that I have a published book, my time is split between writing my new book, Tainted Waters, and marketing Captured Lies. I start early with doing all the emails and social media stuff. Then I work on promotional things. Then I try to fit in time to write. My writing time isn't really set. I find time to write but sometimes it's when I'm waiting for my kids while they're at a sport or an activity, sometimes it's early in the morning, sometimes in the evening, sometimes when we're traveling - driving or flying. Give me five free minutes and I'll write.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I guess that I will whip out pen and paper at any given moment and start writing. Doesn't really matter where I am or what I'm doing. Also I have pads of paper all over the place - by the bed, in my purse, in my car, in the living room, where ever I might be that an idea will come to me. I wouldn't want to lose it. :)

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
The first memory I have of this, grade one or so, is a picture I drew for my parents, in which I planned on being a nurse. Back then, I'm really not that old but it sure sounds like it, there really weren't a lot of female role models for much else for girls. Choices tended to be - nurse, teacher, secretary... None of which I became.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I love to read, although I don't get as much time now to just sit down and read as I used to. I love to hear about new books that others have enjoyed. I guess because I'm a new author that I'm finding a lot of newly published authors to read and I love being one of the first to read their books. Your feedback is really important to me. What did you think of Captured Lies?

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