About Snatching Dianna:
The hours are counting down as investigators try to prove that Dianna Murphy has been snatched. Unfortunately, without witnesses and solid evidence, all the police really know is that she is missing.
Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen! In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The Presidentās Wife.
Time is Running Outā¦For Both of Them
Join Tyler and Regan as they seek their happily ever after in the conclusion of the steamy, contemporary Beguiling Bachelor romance series.
Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2AiK2MQ

Hey, it’s Feature Friday, so that means we have a guest poster today. Please welcome Viviana MacKade as she shares with us a little about her upcoming release, His Midnight Sun!
His Midnight Sun
by Viviana MacKade
Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summerās managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. Sheās created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friendsāwell, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. Sheās used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man whoās turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?
Release September 15, available for pre-sale
$ 0.99 FREE with KU

I didnāt realize His Midnight Sun had a theme until well after I finished it. Honestly, I donāt write to teach, preach or any other significant and profound reason. I write to entertain. To give people a break. I like to think my stories are fairy tales for adults, where the characters go through changes and problems and tragedies, but will get to the happily ever after. The great Susan Elizabeth Phillips said that life is too short to waste with depressing books, and that sums perfectly the way I want my books to be.
An escape. Heaven knows if we all need it one sometimes.
So I didnāt have anything in mind other than telling Aidanās story when I started.
And what do you know, I found myself with a phoenixās story. A man who learns how to leave the past where itās supposed to stay, who learns how to forgive himself and how to accept love. And through him, I discovered the same things. In many ways, Aidanās story is my story, his demons are my demons, and because of him, I saw a way to boot them out.
Summer showed him the power of loveānot just romantic love, but for the other people. For friends and strangers alike. Which turned out to be the theme of the book.
The healing power of love.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Crescent Creek, early July.
With no fight left in him, Aidan Murphy sank down on the wooden floor of his home studio.
Done.
Aidan filled his burning sight with the finished, almost 7 feet tall piece of art. Hell to work on, pure and simple, but it couldnāt be helped, not when it had called to him with such powerful voice.
Two weeks earlier, heād been wandering around the stone-site when his skin began humming, and his heart beating faster. Years of sculpting had taught him how to hear the calling, the silent scream of whatever form lay trapped inside the rocks begging him to free it.
Heād followed his guts like so many times before and laying a palm on the cold, white alabaster, had known something waited in there. Heād bought the squared monstrosity, never stopped working on it since the day it had been delivered to his address. At every bite of the masonry blade, at every kiss of the chisel and caress of the rasp, its voice had been easier to hear, pushing him, constantly pushing him to keep going, keep working.
A couple had emerged from the stone and if beauty could hurt, by God, this one would in so many ways. Those two people were set to break any viewerās heart. Nothing happy or gleeful about them, nothing about being lost in the fallacy of love; the pair stood in a tight embrace made of disillusion and reality. Rightfully so, because wasnāt love just that? Another form of pain? A delusion?
Aidan shook his head. Whatever love was for the average person, these two people heād given life to scratched at the thick walls of his reticent heart. He didnāt care for such shit.
Much smarter to focus on his very real, very tired body.
Too bad the small motherfucker rock poked at the edge of his consciousness, staring from the opposite side of the room.
Not the colossal couple heād just freed from alabaster. Oh, no, the one giving him attitude was a stupid overgrown pebble slightly smaller than his fist. Why was it even in the house? Heād cut outside, it made no sense for it to be there. āShut the fuck up,ā he grumbled, rubbing exhausted eyes with scarred, dirty hands.
Never a stoneās call had been left unanswered, but⦠fuck it, it was too much, too soon. He needed time to return human before starting a new project and besides, what could possibly be inside that little piece of shit? A fucking bug? āFuck off.ā
Of course, the nagging didnāt stop.
Ignoring the silent pull to the useless stone, he got up, walked to the other side of the room, picked it up and all but crashed it on his desk. āBetter leave it alone, matey. Next time you bug me, Iāll turn you into sable. Ugly fucker.ā
Aches pulsed and hissed everywhere; a thin layer of dust, crumble of wax, and sweat covered him, made his skin prickle. For all the good clothes had done to him, he might as well work buck naked next time.
Back in front of the new statue he stood, hands on hips, looking at itātall and strong, fiercely beautiful in its message of pain. Perfect.
A sudden ray of light stabbed his eyes, made him jerk his head in protection. Fucking morning sun. Or afternoon sun. He had no clue. It was hard to tell the passing of time when he got lost in the wild, strenuous journey into the heart of a rock.
How many days had gone since it had been delivered and heād started working on it, four? Probably more as not bruising the stone had slowed everything down. Heād heard fireworks in the distance, so Independence Day had come and gone. Hard to say how long had passed after it.
For days heād eaten bread straight from the plastic bag or some other easy crap when hunger punched his stomach; had drank lukewarm water from bottles scattered everywhere; slept on the couch when he made it so far from the sculpture, although most of the times heād pass out on the hard floor until discomfort woke him up, and heād go back at the rock again.
Ah, but what an adventure, he thought with awe as he ran a hand over the side of the sculpted woman.
Now he was done, meaning he didnāt want to have anything to do with stones for the near future.
He took a sharp intake of air when the little rock on his desk poked at his mind again. No clue as to when but at some point, the cleaning crew would come, letās see how the rock would like it. āIf I throw you back on the floor, they will get rid of you. Thatās right, theyāll throw you away,ā he croaked, his damned throat hurting from not having talked in days.
Aidan sat down, stretched his aching legs in front of him, and tried to lean back on his arms; his muscles screamed in protest.
Shit, he was in pieces, worse than usual.
Giving up, he laid on the dirty floor and closed his eyesāthey scratched like sandpaper.
Bed. He craved a bed more than the next breath. Decent food. A shower. After that, the little stone would stop being a bitch and leave him alone. It was only a fucking pebble, a leftover from the couple and too small to have anything special in it, anyway.
Heād wait five minutes, no more, and heād get up, order food, hit the shower and, finally, pass out on a real bed. Satisfied with the carved couple, clean, and with a full belly.
Just five more minutes.
THE AUTHOR
Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.
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Jake
The Silk Rope Masters – Book Two
by Suzy Shearer
Heat Rating : Level 4
Word Count: 64,579
Available on Evernight Publishing
They ooze power, control, natural dominance – and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.ā
None have ever found love but watch out! When they fall, they’ll fall fast and hard!
Jake Nichols, 53, was so tall that Emily Miller, 49, had to crane her neck to look into his face. Muscular – he could pick her up in one hand and yet he held her as if she were a fragile bird.ā
And that’s exactly what she was, a beautiful plus-sized woman with a pain so deep she’s buried her emotions rather than face the tragedy that happened just a few months ago.ā
Jake was assigned to care for her by Master Ash, the head of Silk Rope and what Jake didn’t expect was to fall in love.
But she was only in his safekeeping until she could fly on her own then he would have to release her.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, voyeurism, flogging, public exhibition
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.
STORY EXCERPT:
So here she was.
It was almost eight on Friday night, and Emily sat nervously in her car in the large car park. Would this be the same as either Threshold or The Lair? She hoped it was. If it was a lower classed place she definitely wouldnāt be coming back. Maybe she could find another club somewhere if that proved to be the case. Still she was hopeful. She couldnāt imagine the manager of The Lair, Bevan Fuller, transferring her to a lesser club.
Then she wondered for the hundredth time, āWhat the hell am I doing here?ā
She still felt numb inside. With every emotion rammed down that hard, Emily couldnāt even cry. She actually knew how foolish she was, knew perfectly well the therapists, her family, were right. Time and again theyād told her she shouldnāt keep everything bottled up, should allow herself to grieve and move on, but she was far too frightened to face her pain.
Her weekly sessions with the therapist consisted of her sitting, staring into her lap or answering in monosyllables and refusing to utter one word about what had happened. In fact, sheād never cried, never shouted, never gotten very angry since that day. As soon as sheād woken in the hospital and given her statement to the police, every emotion, every thought of what had happenedāher grief, every single thing, she pushed deep down inside her and refused to look at them. She held them down for so long that now she honestly couldnāt take the chance on remembering.
She was dead, and yet she breathed.
Sometimes in a lighter moment she thought of herself as a zombie. An animated corpse walking amid the living. But mainly Emily thought she was like a well-shaken bottle of soda pop with the lid screwed down tight. A slight twist of the cork and the whole bottle would vigorously explode, its contents scattering everywhere, never to be replaced. She couldnāt risk it, couldnāt risk her emotions, couldnāt set them freeāthe pain would be too great, and Emily knew she couldnāt handle it. She honestly doubted she would survive if at any time she was forced to face her past.
In the back of her mind she knew if sheād grieve, sheād be able to move on and live again, but instead she tortured herself by bottling everything up. This was her only escape now, coming to BDSM clubsāher haven. Sometimes she felt they were all that was left of her life, so at least she could vicariously live through its patrons.
It was strange, but those BDSM clubs now felt more like home than any house possibly could. Inside those doors in front of her she knew what would happen. She knew the rules, and she knew the outcomes. She knew exactly how people would react, how they would be toward her. She could sit and watch and know people would leave her alone unless she indicated she wanted company. No one would expect anything of her, and she could hide in plain sight. It was her secure place, the only one she had, and she knew it would protect her. It really was her safe houseāimpenetrable, sheltered. All those years sheād spent at Threshold only reinforced the idea. A club was her sanctuary, a place where, even if only for a few hours, she could pretend she was still alive. A place where she could hide among the living.
But at the same time, she wondered, would she ever be able to return to the woman she was?
The one who laughed, who enjoyed life and lived it to the fullest? Or was she destined to remain empty, afraid of showing any sort of emotion, afraid to face her heartache? Terrified of the floodgates she was sure she could never hold back if she allowed one iota of emotion, of agony, of her grief to slip through.
Finally getting out the car, she walked up the stairs that fronted the huge Georgian mansion. Clutching her coat a little tighter, she entered the warm foyer. Behind a desk a large, burly man smiled warmly at her.
āGood evening, Miss.ā
āHello. My name is Emily, Emily Miller. I believe the owner from The Lair, back east, contacted your manager about me transferring from there to here?ā
Ā© Suzy Shearer 2018
LINKS – WHERE TO FIND SUZY:
Website : http://www.suzyshearer.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS
Blog: http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer
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Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer
Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/
Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer
Email her at: suzyshearer.author@gmail.com
A FEW LINKS WHERE TO BUY:
Amazon: https://www.amzn.com/B07FTHQB8B
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com
Angus and Robertson: https://www.angusrobertson.com.au
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/882008
BIO:
Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it’s important for readers to connect.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.
A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy’s Art
E-BOOKS OUT NOW
| The Club series
The Club: Bound The Club 2: Uncollared The Club 3: Waxed The Club 4: Displayed The Club 5: Submit The Club 6: Unmasked
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The Hunters series
A Hunter’s Heart – Book 1 A Hunterās Choice – Book 2 A Hunterās Challenge – Book 3
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Dark Desires series
(each book is a standalone) Whipped Delights Craving Her Master Melting Her Domās Heart An Artistās Kiss Elephants and Ever-Afters
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| The Silk Rope Masters series
Steven Jake |
Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever Build a Love Perfect Three Her Domās Secret Past
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MOST BOOKS ARE ALSO AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACKS
The second in the Redclaw Security series, Ghost of a Chance, is now available for pre-order!
Redclaw Security is an elite paranormal agency whose agents seek out and contain alien artifacts, as well as provide security and investigate matters within the shifter community. Each Redclaw Security story can be read as a standalone, though the the stories and characters are all connected with Redclaw in some manner.
Ghost of a Chance
Blurb: At sixteen, Sarah Atwell walked away from her love of horses and a promising career as a competitive rider after discovering sheād inherited the family curse. Years later, her grandmother stunned everyone by leaving Sarah her horse farmāworth millionsābut with conditions Sarah might not be able to meet.
A former Redclaw agent, Casey Barnes retired when a security assignment went bad, killing his partner and leaving him as a partial amputee. His inner wolf is in hiding. Heās been living quietly as a horse trainer, but June Atwellās death now pits him against her granddaughter for rights to the stable.
With both of them snowed in at the farm, a series of increasingly serious accidents draws Sarah and Casey closer together, but they each harbor secrets that might tear them apart.
Available August 7th, 2018!
Please welcome author Ann Everett as she shares a bit about herself and her newest book, True. Be sure to check out the giveaways after the author interview!
Ann is giving away five awesome prize packages. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may enter every day for your chance to win one of the prize packages. You may find the tour locations here.
About True:
Sometimes it takes losing everythingā¦
True Shanahan must be the unluckiest woman in the world. Either that or sheās cursed. After another failed relationship, True leaves Dallas with a broken heart and new attitude. Itās time to walk on the wild side. But when she makes a wrong turn and ends up in Bluebird, Texas, the only man she wants is anything but reckless.
ā¦to find all youāve ever wanted.
Ritter Malone is the townās favorite son and has the local hero awards to prove it. Seems heās always in the right place at the right time. But when he crosses paths with True, his life takes a turn he never sees coming. Her songwriting skills may be questionable, but her ability to turn him inside out is indisputable.
Welcome to Bluebird, Texas.
Where a chance meeting gives two people a chance at love.
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Hello! Welcome to my blog, Ann! Thank you for answering my nosy, I mean discerning, questions! First, please tell us a little about yourself and the kinds of stories you like to write.
Would you say there is an underlying theme behind your stories?
I like to write romance with some sass and sizzle. All of my stories are set in Texasā¦since Iām a Lone Star native thatās what I know most.
What part of the world do you call home? Can you tell us a little about where you grew up and where you live now?
I grew up in Brownsboro, Texas, a super small town about 125 miles east of Dallas. When I was growing up there, the town only had 300 people. Iāve lived in bigger citiesā¦Austin and Lubbock, but currently I reside in Mt. Pleasant, Texas. Weāre in the northeast corner of the state, near the Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Louisiana borders.
How long have you been writing? Did you write as a child or is it something you developed a passion for later in life?
I wrote some in college but was never serious about it. Then on a whim, when I was in my fifties, I decided to write a short story and enter it in a contest. Before I knew it, I had 25,000 words and decided Iād make it a book!
Of the stories youāve written, which one do you like the most? Which one would you recommend a new reader begin with?
I think Chirp is the best book Iāve written. Itās the first time I tried writing multiple storylines within the same story. It has three romances happening. Chirp and Rance. Seth and Hanna. Tom and Helga.
What advice would you give to someone who aspires to be a published author?
Join an online writing website so strangers can critique your work. They are the ones who will offer the best advice because they donāt have to worry about hurting your feelings.
Where do you find your inspiration?
Everywhere. The inspiration for True came from my electric co-op magazine. It had a picture of a yummy looking lineman on the coverā¦and I thoughtā¦hey, not many stories are written with a lineman as a main characterā¦.so, Ritter Malone was born in my imagination.
Best line you ever wrote?
As an author, this is the only time I pat myself on the back. I work hard, hard, hard, to come up with the best opening line of a book. I want it to grab the attention of the reader and set the tone of the story. Here are a few examples.
From Laid Out and Candle Lit: Not only did Tizzy Donovan think her cup was always half empty, she was pretty sure someone had spit in it.
From Youāre Busting my Nuptials: Twenty-four hours ago, Tizzy Donovan was naked in Ridge Cooperās bed, screaming to get Godās attention.
From Tied With a Bow and No Place to Go: Jay Roy Hobbs held the county record for talking women out of their panties.
From Say Youāll Never Love Me: Two weeks earlier, Raynie stood in the same spot and swore off bad boys. Absolutely. For sure. Maybe.
From True: True Shanahan stopped in her tracks, cupped her ear, and listened to the throaty moans, heavy breathing, and rhythmic grunts coming from the other side of Richardās office door.
Award winning author, Ann Everett embraces her small town upbringing and thinks Texans are some of the funniest people on earth. When speaking to writing groups, businesses, book clubs, and non-profit organizations, she incorporates her special brand of wit, making her programs on marketing, self-publishing, and the benefits of laughter, informative and fun.
Prince of Granola–don’t you just love that title? And this cover! Please welcome L.A. Sartor as she shares with us about this exciting new release!
Blurb:
Only One Will Win
Cacao ā long a symbol of wealth, love, and power ā now the center of a powerful rivalry.
The fabled Costa Rican Plantation of White Treasure, source of the rarest form of the cacao bean, is up for sale. Though two fierce competitors have been invited to bid on it, only one can win.
For Drew Hopkins, purchasing the plantation is the perfect solution to escape a life she never wanted.
For Robert Prince, itās the perfect route to revenge.
Drew, the founderās daughter and now CEO of HH Chocolate, heads a company whose sales are waning. Robert, CEO of Prince Organics, a man driven by excellence, despises everything and everyone labeled Hopkins.
But it wasnāt always that way.
Will their forced proximity at the lush and exotic plantation rekindle old flames or will it fan the fires of antagonism?
Dear Reader Blurb
Dear Reader:
Cacao has always been a symbol of wealth, love, and power. From the ancient Maya and Anasazi peoples who drank the pleasantly bitter brew to the European noblemen and religious hierarchy who began to dine on it at their gilded baroque tables, to current times where you can indulge in gold-leafed truffles in boutique chocolate shops or bar-shaped candy off a grocery shelf, chocolate has been cherished, fought over and delighted in.
If youāre interested in an in-depth history of chocolate, The True History of Chocolate by Sophie D. Coe and Michael D. Coe is a must read.
Be sure to check out the exciting excerpt below!
Author Interview:
Hello! Iām delighted to have you here with us, sharing about your writing process. First, please tell us a little about yourself and the kinds of stories you like to write. Would you say there is an underlying theme behind your stories?
Hi, McKenna, thank you for having me as a guest on your blog. I prefer stories with a happy ending, be it a romance, adventure, suspense, or mystery. And guess what? I currently write all four genres, though my cozy mystery wonāt be out until 2019.
You asked if there was an underlying theme. YES, there is. Even though the characters all have differing motivations and conflicts, I think my theme is always about trust. Trusting another person with your life, your love, your heart, your child.
What part of the world do you call home? Can you tell us a little about where you grew up and where you live now?
I was adopted as an infant by an American couple in Germany, spent several years there before moving to Pacific Palisades, California. Loved it there. Adventure, beaches, palm trees, sunshine. Then we moved to Colorado when I about 10. I was heartbroken to leave CA. Now a gazillion years later, I canāt imagine not living in Boulder with a view of the icon Flatirons. The ocean still calls to me and I get my fix 3-4 times a year. Iād be happy with a beach home to visit anytime I desired, and my forever home in Boulder.
How long have you been writing? Did you write as a child or is it something you developed a passion for later in life?
Funny you asked if I wrote as a child. Ha, I thought I was unique, but Iāve learned that many writers start very young. I was about 4, and no I couldnāt write, but I told my stories to mom, who wrote them down and I āillustrated themā. I gave up my passion after a junior high school teacher told me and my parents that Iād never be a writer because I didnāt want to learn grammar, I just wanted to tell stories. Much later I regained the need to write. And it is a need. Today I have seven books published. Iāve made #1 Amazon Bestseller and won awards. Iām truly happy to be where I am.
āWriters should write what they know.ā What does this statement mean to you as an author?
I think itās very limiting in, or at least it seemed that way to me when I started, and as Iāve met other authors, theyāve shared the same restriction they feel creates in that phrase.
We know sorrow, suffering, love, happiness, fear–the emotional list is nearly endless. We might not know how an attorney works or the law, or a bakery, or how an AUV (Autonomous Underwater Vehicle) works, but that is all information we can find on the internet or library, as well as query people in the field. I didnāt know anything about cacao when I started Prince Of Granola, my new release. Or how go from bean to bar, or much about Costa Rica. I found experts who either emailed me answers or invited me to their business to watch the process. But I did know about the pain of separation, rivalry, betrayal.
So, donāt be limited by thinking you can only write about nursing if youāre a nurse (heck, youāre an angel) you can write about anything by tapping into the emotions youāve experienced and then doing your diligence with research. And if your story is about a nurse, then youāre simply that much further along.
Are you a panster or a plotter? Do you outline extensively or write your story as you go along?
I used to proudly wear the panster badge. Itās a bit tarnished now. While I always knew my beginning and my ending, it would take me months to create a middle. Then I dealt with huge rewrites and editorial revisions. Now Iām developing my own plotting worksheet from various classes that have resonated with me. That worksheet is work in progress.
And lilā miss panster, aka, me, is becoming the queen of spreadsheets for various reasons, like, ugh, expenses, but also I need book bibles for my series. I just did a blog on them here if youād like to see what Iāve done.
Whatās your idea of a perfect vacation?
Since I live in Colorful Colorado, and I mentioned above that I have to have my beach fix, my favorite spot is by a warm ocean.
Part of our day (our, meaning my amazingly patient husband should be with me for a perfect vacay) would be in the water and on the sand, with yes, sunscreen, and no, not with a mai tai in hand, thatās for after Iām done with the sun. Then go sightseeing. I always find things to add to stories this way and I make a record of them either with a camera set on video so I can record the image and my thoughts or my iPhone doing the same thing.
Later in the evening weāre either dining out extravagantly or eating local. I get recommendations from Triple D, friends and yes, internet research. Drink in hand, we watch the sunset. After dinner we stroll the beach, darting either into or away from the tide. And a last cup of coffee before we share a kiss and dreamland claims us. Sound sappy? Probably, but thatās perfection for me.
Do you see your writing as a hobby or is it your goal to be a full-time writer at some point in the future?
I was able to retire from my part-time ādayā job at a somewhat early age. And instead of just enjoying writing, I turned it into full-time job. I was obsessed with writing, it took over. While my husband was patient, it became obvious to both of us that I needed to find balance in my life. My childhood phrase was āLessie Do It.ā Iām still pretty driven, even today.
So, itās been more of a challenge than I thought to find the balance, and six years later, Iām not sure Iāve yet achieved that goal. I know Iām better at putting aside my laptop when I reach my word count goal for the day. I donāt get angry at me and the world if I miss a day (but I do try and make it up) and I almost never write while on vacation. I may jot notes, or record them and transcribe them in Dragon Naturally Speaking. And the recorder is never in a place I canāt put my hand on it immediately. Because you know, I do my best thinking in the shower and often, wrapped in a towel, Iām running for the recorder. My husband and writing retreat buddies are used to this.
Research: love it or hate it?
Absolutely love it. As I mentioned above, information and people with information can be found by being diligent about looking. And people, wow, they are generally so willing to help. For instance, in my second adventure book, Viking Gold, I made connection with a Colonel (ret.) in the Danish Air Force whoād been studying Nazi sub and airbases. The information he gave me, completely turned my story around and made it so much better than my original concept. The submarine base in Trondheim Norway gave me chills. Today itās pretty benign, but its history! And so I used it, changed it a bit, but not enough to ruin the reality. I could go on and on with stories that SES told me about WWII but Iāll spare you. š
*How much do you think that a good blurb and good cover art figure into the success of a story?
Itās huge. Iām redoing a few of my covers and blurbs because I am able fix them now and make them better. I didnāt have the skills before, and I often didnāt know what I wanted to change in a cover or a blurb so how could I tell my cover artist?
I think itās important to keep both fresh and updated. To reflect the times with the blurb and be as professional as possible with the cover. I like to try to tell a bit about the story in the cover. In Dare To Believe, my first book and a romantic suspense, Iām creating its third cover. While the first two were done by a wonderful graphic artist, I felt the cover needed some minor tweaks.
Hey, hereās a thought, check out the cover on my website and tell me if you think the blurb at the top says enough or should I say what Iām trying to convey on the cover, Color Wonāt Return To Cateās World Until Haley Is Found?
Iād love to hear your opinion. After all you all are readers, exactly the people I want to reach. (And if youāre a writer, hey, same goes. We read after all.)
Do you miss your characters when you come to the end of their story? Do you find ways to write sequels for them or do you become entranced with a new set?
I do write series, because Iāve found that readers love to find a character from a prior book in the new one. They and I (yes writers should be readers) feel like weāre in remembered territory even as new characters with their own conflicts, motivations and goals come into play. Itās like a treat.
In fact, my WIP Dream Of Me This Christmas Eve is being written because readers asked me to write about a particular minor character. We didnāt even meet in her Forever Yours This New Yearās Night, but apparently people liked who she was. Caroline Young will now have her own story around October of 2018. The 4th book in the Colorado set Star Light ~ Star Bright series. Iām pretty thrilled that 1) people responded to me and asked about her and 2) that I finally found the right story for her.
Excerpt from the Prince of Granola:
Robert watched as Drew, garbed in that ridiculous jumpsuit, followed Isabelle up the steps to the hacienda. Just before disappearing into the house, his nemesis hesitated, turned, and gave him a brief, provoking smile.
The furrows on his brow deepened. If this continued for four days, heād have a permanent set of ridges.
How was it that the one person he avoided whenever possible was here now, after the same plantation?
It was ridiculous that SeƱor Camerillo would think of selling his rare cacao beans to HH Chocolate. They werenāt in the same league as Prince Organics. Or for that matter, any other gourmet chocolate company.
HH made mass-market chocolate bars, holiday-themed shapes, and bite-sized foil-wrapped squares, all with barely enough cacao in them to call them chocolate. And Robert knew that HH was finally in the financial straits his father had predicted when heād walked out of HHās headquarters the last time.
Henri Hopkins had been old-school through and through, refusing to move with the times. Robert knew that Drew had started working there right after grad school, but by the time Henri had relinquished the reins of the company to her, she had a dying business on her hands.
His thoughts returned to Drewās brief taunting smile. How dare she?
What, taunt, provoke? Why not? Weāre adversaries after the same goal. And I should have done it first, showing her that she didnāt have a chance. Let her be stewing. āJeez, get a grip. Youāre not stewing.ā
āPardon? I did not quite catch that.ā
Robert glanced over at the seƱor, realizing heād spoken aloud.
āIt was nothing,ā he assured the puzzled man.
But it wasnāt.
The last time heād seen her was over a year ago, during a corporate panel discussion hosted by the number one business show on television. Sheād been charming, articulate, and had the moderator in the palm of her hand. After the show was over, Drew answered a few questions from various business reporters, then fled the room as if she couldnāt stand to breathe the same air as him.
Yet just now heād allowed her, however momentarily, to seize the upper hand as he focused on that taunting smile instead of simply ignoring it.
Doubled with that punch to your gut and groin when she pulled off that helmet and all that glorious chestnut hair tumbled around her shoulders.
About the Author:
I started writing as a child, really. A few things happened on the way to becoming a published author ⦠a junior high school teacher who told me I couldnāt write because I didnāt want to study ⦠urk ⦠grammar. I went to college, moved a few times, came home and found the love of my life (that is another novel worthy story, but for later), and got married.
I have always been a voracious reader and one night after throwing a particularly bad book at the wall (even putting a small ding in said wall), I realized that I could do better. I told my husband, and he said go for it. I called Mom and she revealed the junior high teacher story and she told Iād been writing all the time up to that point.
That blew me away. I didnāt remember any of it. But I started writing again, nearly the next day, pen and paper, learning, making mistakes, winning contests, then moving away from novel writing to screenwriting, getting a contract for a script and doing really well in screenwriting contests. But I wasnāt really making a career from any of this.
My husband told me repeatedly that independent publishing was becoming a valid way to publish a novel and people were making big dollars. I didnāt believe him even after he showed me several Wall Street Journal articles. I thought indie meant vanity press.
I couldnāt have been more wrong.
I started pursuing this direction seriously, hit the keyboard, learned a litany of new things and published my first novel. My second book became a bestseller, and while Iām not rolling in dough, Iām absolutely on the right course in my life. Prince Of Granola is my 7th book.
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Hello! Iām delighted to have you here with us, Chris, sharing about your writing process. I have to say right off the bat, there aren’t enough books with gargoyles as the protagonists, so I’m delighted to see your story features a gargoyle as the hero! Please tell us a little about yourself and the kinds of stories you like to write. Would you say there is an underlying theme behind your stories?
Hi, I prefer paranormal romance, but I also write some sweet romance. If there is an underlying theme then it would be fish out of water. Iāve found very few places where I truly fit in so the theme is close to my heart.
What part of the world do you call home? Can you tell us a little about where you grew up and where you live now?
I live in New Jersey and have for close to thirty years. I grew up in the suburbs of Philadelphia on the Pennsylvania side and attended Penn State. I still root for Philly teams. Where I live is actually more rural than where I grew up and I wouldnāt trade country for city.
How long have you been writing? Did you write as a child or is it something you developed a passion for later in life?
Iāve been writing since I was ten, but for publication for twenty years. Iāve always had a passion for writing. When I was ten I was allowed to read a story in front of my class. I was the nerd. Awkward, glasses, big front teeth. When I finished reading the whole class was paying attention to me. I thought that was the coolest thing ever.
What is the draw for you in your chosen genre? Why THIS kind of story?
I didnāt always write paranormal romance, but I think for me it is returning to my roots. Being who I really am. I grew up on a steady diet of Night Gallery, Twilight Zone, and Outer Limits. Iāve always liked the freaky stuff. I think I am at a point in my life where I am comfortable enough to admit that. I think there is so much freedom in writing paranormal. Anything can happen.
I agree with you 100%. I’m a big sci-fi fan from way back, and I feel that paranormal romance allows me to have fun with world-building and kooky events happening without in a story. š
City Boy/Girl or Country Mouseāand why?
Country Mouse for sure. I like green. Trees, grass. Wide open spaces. I cannot imagine living with people that close to me. Donāt get me wrong. Iām a super extrovert, but I donāt need to hear people all of the time. I love that animals routinely traipse through my yard.
Are you a panster or a plotter? Do you outline extensively or write your story as you go along?
I used to be a pantser. I can no longer hold the story in my head. I plot. I do the character arcs then a chapter by chapter outline. I donāt stray from it though I might add to it as I write.
Do you see your writing as a hobby or is it your goal to be a full time writer at some point in the future?
I see it as a job. I ghostwrite so I always have deadlines and it has helped me with my discipline. I also am a writing coach so if I could do some combination of my own writing and coaching Iād be pretty happy. Of course Iād have to make money at it.
Research: love it or hate it?
I love it, but I donāt do as much as I used to. When I wrote romantic suspense I had to learn more. Now I can make things up as I go along. Itās more fun. What I do research is the market. Thatās a little harder and thankfully my sister helps me. She has a much more analytical mind than I do. She can distill it down so I can understand things.
Editing: love it or hate it?
Love it. I love to make my story better. I have a new editor and Iāve known her a long time so I know how good she is at story. She is one of those rare editors that can to big picture and small picture editing. She can see the types and the plot holes.
Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, do you find what you listen to influences the story at all?
Iāve started listening to video game soundtracks. They are designed to help you focus. Having a gamer son, he recommended a few to me and most of them have worked. I sometimes type faster if the music gets faster. I also listen to meditation music.
How interesting! I might have to give that a try!
Destiny of a Gargoyle
Blurb:
He was born in a time when magic ruled the Earth.
Gargoyles protected fairies from goblins. His family was a group of elite gargoyles who were assigned to protect a specific fairy. His fatherās dereliction of that duty cursed his sons to become stone and wait.
Now reawakened in the twenty first century where no one believes in magic how is he going to convince his fairy that she is one and that she is in danger from a goblin?
He must do that without falling in love with her.
Bio:
Chris Redding is a paranormal romance author who has written 9 novels and novellas that will transport you to other worlds. She lives in New Jersey with her family. When she isnāt writing, she walks and does yoga.
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