Monday, September 29, 2014

Guest - Linda Nightingale

Good morning! We have author Linda Nightingale. And in the corner there, we have Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Blondies and cafe au lait. Try some. They're calorie free ;-) (Alas, the member recipe for the cookies will have calories.) Sit back and enjoy!


I have been told that readers want to know about the people who write this weird stuff.  So, I’ll introduce my weird self.  I started life on December 27th (year intentionally omitted) as Linda Joyce Brown in Anderson, South Carolina.  I grew up along the way and became a legal assistant.  The last position I held before retiring to write fulltime was with Legal Services at MD Anderson Cancer Center.  I am a mother, a writer and a lover of horses.  I spent many years in the show arena.  My Andalusian stallion Bonito was twice national champion at halter.  Our breeding operation was Camelot Act II in my hometown.  After the death of two of my horses, I sold the farm and moved to Miami, but Bonito, of course (he was my soul mate) went with me.  I’ve lived in Canada and England, and now reside in the big State of Texas.   My favorite things are my two sons, horses, piano and gorgeous men with long blond hair.

But I’d rather talk about my books!  My Work in Progress is another paranormal romance titled, The Summons.   I’m having a lot of fun writing this tale of a spirit bound to a witch who doesn’t know she is a witch.  When he rebels against a powerful Shaman bent on sacrificing her for sins she did not commit, the wouldn’t be witch must learn her craft fast.

I have four books available in eBook and in print, Sinners’ Opera, Gemini Rising, Cardinal Desires and my latest release, Sinners’ Obsession, the sequel to Sinners’ Opera and Book #2 in the Obsession Series.  Sinners’ Opera was in the Top Ten in the 2013 Preditors’ & Editors’ Poll.  Gemini Rising won the Mainstream Category in that poll in 2012.  Cardinal Desires won the Georgia Romance Writers’ Magnolia Award.

Sinners’ Opera, the book of my heart, was the first one I wrote, and it was years in the making and editing from over 1,000 pages to 171 published in 2013 by Double Dragon Publishing, a Canadian publisher.   My editor at DDP asked for a sequel, and Sinners’ Obsession is now in the editing phase.  I had already begun a prequel, Sinners’ Waltz.  In that long ago beginning, I didn’t anticipate writing a series, but I seem to have done so!  So, I needed a name for the series and, very originally, I have called the Morgan trilogy, Obsession.

Morgan D’Arcy, the hero, is an English lord, a classical pianist and … a vampire.   Sinners’ Opera is Isabeau’s and Morgan’s story.  You can view the book video on YouTube at:
The music is beautiful, and author Noelle Adams did a splendid job with production of the video.

Sinners’ Obsession was released in August by Double Dragon Publishing:
A frantic mother researches her daughter's flawed DNA in a race against time, suffering disappointment after disappointment in her search for a cure.

In this sequel to Sinners' Opera, Morgan D'Arcy, English lord, classical pianist and vampire, finally wins his Isabeau. Six months of painful separation have eroded Isabeau's need to remain true to her wicked bargain with the most powerful vampire in the world, Lucien St. Albans. During their estrangement, Isabeau gives birth to Morgan's daughter, Eroica—a DarkeChilde, half-human and half-vampire, outlawed by the Vampyre Code. She loves Morgan too much to live without him and relents to his enticing pursuit, but a dangerous confession nearly shatters their idyllic existence. In a dark moment, Morgan tells Isabeau their child carries a defective gene that will cause Eroica to go mad at puberty.

Eroica D'Arcy is the subject of Isabeau's deal with the devil. When their beautiful blonde daughter reaches her twentieth birthday, she is promised to the Dark Prince of vampires, Lucien St. Albans.

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Friday, September 26, 2014

Guest - Shauna Aura Knight

Good morning! It's definitely Fall here in lower Michigan. Cool temps, leaves putting on their fancy colors, squirrels and bunnies hurrying to put away their winter stores. I'm doing the same though not in a hurry-scurry manner. I'm freezing some of my herbs, corn, squash, and green beans. I'd like to do more but time is no woman's friend and we all only have 24 hours in a day. With that in mind, today's delectable treat is an easy Gluten Free Apple Crisp. And to go with it, we have some fragrant cinnamon coffee. So pull up one of our cozy chairs and have a treat that will delight your taste buds while we listen to our guest, author Shauna Aura Knight. Enjoy!


Why do We Like Paranormal and Magical Stories?

The paranormal romance genre is pretty popular, but being a curious person I sometimes wonder what makes the supernatural, the otherworldly, and the magical, so endlessly fascinating. I must find it captivating since everything I write has some kind of a fantasy or sci-fi element to it. Even with the movies I watch, I’m willing to put up with some pathetic plots as long as there is magic, superpowers, or space ships.

Without getting too woo-woo, I think there are things below the surface of the “real world.” I think there is the occasional magic, the occasional unexplainable phenomena, even the occasional miracle. And I think that those stories inspire us and entrance us. Or maybe it goes back to hundreds, thousands of years ago, when we huddled around the fire having no idea how the world worked. At the Winter Solstice, would the nights really just keep growing longer? Or would the sun ever come back? Imagine what it must have been like, when the natural world held a mystery, a magic, and even a little terror.

Sometimes I think it’s a little thrilling to think that there are people out there with magic powers. That there are werewolves, vampires, ghosts, psychics, superheroes, and magic-users. That there is something beyond the daily grind of our reality. And in romance, I think it’s particularly alluring that there are sexy guys with supernatural abilities courting the heroine. Or that the heroine has magical powers.

In my first novella, Werewolves in the Kitchen, Ellie ends up mating two werewolves,
Kyle and Jake. They are stronger than average and have that intense primal attraction. I think there’s something pretty enticing about werewolves and shapeshifters…about a guy that is so hot for you his eyes glow and he has difficulty keeping himself from shifting into his animal form. Imagine a guy with super strength, stamina, and endurance who could fight off powerful enemies for you, a guy who has a psychic connection to you, who absolutely loves the way you smell and would do anything for you.

I think with paranormal romance, there’s potential for the traditional alpha hero to get an interesting spin as a werewolf, a vampire, or some other supernatural magic.

I have an urban fantasy novella, The Autumn Leaves, the White Dress with subtle paranormal and fantasy elements of the story including Meredith dreaming her own death, an intense Samhain ritual, and speaking to the spirits of the dead. 

I call it subtle magic because for me, this kind of paranormal and psychic phenomena isn’t really that far reality. While it’s not common, I have heard of—and experienced—prophetic dreams and spirit communication. I facilitate community rituals for Pagan and Earth-centered communities, and I also write nonfiction books on Dreamwork and other metaphysical topics. In my fiction, the paranormal elements are a little bit more reliable than they typically are in real life. In reality, prophetic dreams and spirit communication that are that directly accurate are fairly rare.

The story itself was inspired by a dream I had, though it wasn’t prophetic. Actually, a lot of my fiction is inspired by my own dreams.

My story A Winter Knight’s Vigil is probably the most subtle magic of all the stories I’ve written, and yet, it’s how real magic works. Amber and Tristan are on a retreat in a cabin in the woods with their coven, and when things get hot and heavy between them, they find themselves facing their own personal shadows and fears during intense ecstatic rituals.

I facilitate rituals like that with some frequency when I travel around the country teaching in the Pagan community. I truly enjoy writing “real” ritual magic into my paranormal and urban fantasy stories. But—for me, the kind of magic that happens in rituals like that is genuine. Participants in the rituals certainly have some intense experiences!

I think the allure of that kind of magic and paranormal phenomena is that connection with that something larger…I think we just want to know that there’s magic out there.

When I teach workshops, whether  they are psychic development workshops, dreamwork, or when I’m facilitating rituals to get people into a deep ecstatic trance state, I think that people are looking to touch the fingertips of that magic, that something deeper. Maybe you call it the divine, maybe you call it the Force, maybe it’s just the mysteries of the universe at work. I think that many of us want to see that universe at work. We want to understand it. We want to know there’s an order to the pattern.

We also want to know that there’s something special beneath the surface, something potent and inexplicable and wild and utterly fascinating.

 I think that people tend to envy the folks that have touched that something beyond. The truth is that many people lament to me that they can’t meditate, that they don’t have psychic experiences, that they can’t get visions at will. And then every once in a while, they find a way to open to that experience.

And no, it’s not like in a fantasy book where people zap people with lightning bolts, or where people shapeshift into wolves. It’s still a magic. Just a subtle magic. That subtle magic is all around us, but we have to get better at listening to find it.

Some of the books I have coming out involve the flashier magic—vampires, faeries, psychic mages, and massive epic fantasy battles with armies and elves and warriors. But I think at the core, I’ll always also deal with those more delicate magics. The little magics that are just rippling under the surface of the water, just out of reach. The magic of the shadows we face, the dark nights, the personal transformation we each go through to become who we could be.

What inspires you about paranormal fiction? What is your favorite kind of magic? Comment below with your email address for a chance to win a FREE ebook copy of Werewolves in the Kitchen (or any one of my three novellas, winner’s choice). Winner will be chosen on October 1st.

Werewolves in the Kitchen:
When Ellie moved to the SpiralStone retreat center to figure out her life, she expected peace, quiet, and spiritual practice. She had no idea that the two sexy men running the kitchen would seduce her…much less at the same time. Kyle and Jake turn out to be wilder than they seem and Ellie finds herself wrapped up in devastating magic. She must choose: stay with Jake and Kyle and risk who she has been, accepting the dangerous world of shapeshifters? Or leave them and risk madness, or worse?

Available for $2.99 at:

Excerpt from Werewolves in the Kitchen:

Ellie looked up, surprised by the sudden silence in the room, and her jaw dropped a little. The two men were suddenly looking at her like hungry wolves. Ellie felt like a cornered deer and actually backed up against the washer.

Kyle stepped behind her, scenting her hair. Then Jake and Kyle shared some look between them.

Ellie was tongue-tied. They had to be teasing her.

Jake moved in front of her, and she trembled as he sniffed her hair band and then her hair. “Yes, definitely like you.”

“Yes,” Kyle murmured, nuzzling her neck. She was panting. Kyle growled and pulled back. “I don’t want to pressure you.”

“We don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

Ellie made a soft sound. Words wouldn’t come.

“Are you ok?”

“Do you want us to stop?” Jake murmured. She shook her head and then gasped when Kyle kissed her neck. Jake stroked her cheek and kissed her lips gently at first, and when she moaned he pulled her closer. Kyle lapped at her neck, nipping now, and Jake was kissing her with deep velvet strokes of his tongue.

She moaned weakly feeling Kyle behind her, Jake in front of her pulling her close against his hips. Kyle slipped his fingers into her shirt to tease at her nipples, and she leaned back against him, bucking into his touch. Kyle drew the straps of her cami-top down even as Jake started dragging her shirt up.

She pulled back to breathe, and Jake stroked her cheek, nibbling at the other side of her neck. “Guys…I need a shower….”

Kyle chuckled, lifting his head. “Not like we haven’t been baking in our own juices; we can take care of that. Come with us.”

“Come with you?”

“To our room,” Jake whispered into her ear, and she moaned, closing her eyes. “Come on,” they urged, drawing her to the stairs.

“But…I…” Ellie shook her head. “Why now?” Kyle turned her to face him.

“We both wanted you, but we didn’t want to scare you.”

“I saw you watching us. Don’t you desire us?”

“Oh yes, but I thought you two were...that is…didn’t think you’d want….”

Kyle kissed her deeply. “I want you. Jake wants you. We’ve been trying not to crowd you, but well…”

“You didn’t seem to get our signals.” Jake sucked hard on her neck.

“I just thought you were being nice.”

“Oh we were being nice,” Kyle grinned. “We’re going to be nicer. Come on.” He shut the washer.

Shauna Aura Knight
 is an author and fantasy artist inspired by the mythic stories of heroes, of swords and magic, and of the challenge we each must overcome. She’s the author of several urban fantasy and paranormal romance stories including Werewolves in the Kitchen, A Winter Knight’s Vigil, and The White Dress, the Autumn Leaves. Find excerpts and more at

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Guest - Lauren Smith

Good morning! We've due for a lovely Fall day but I'll probably be at the dealership all morning for a safety recall on my vehicle. Not to worry though, we have author Lauren Smith visiting and talking about ghosts. There are pumpkin muffins and hazelnut coffee on the table so grab one of our cozy chairs and enjoy!


Behind the Book Post- The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall

Two years ago, on a cold October night, I sat in a booth of an old pub house in Weymouth, England. The wind outside howled and whistled through the cozy little wood and brick pub. I held a letter written on thick, expensive card stock which bore the Weymouth family crest. Yet the letter was from my friend, Jane Seyton. She’d come here to finish her thesis on haunted castles the previous year. The local titled lord here was the Earl of Weymouth, but I’d never met him.

I’d read the letter over and over, trying to make sense of its contents. She had sent me a list titled “You May Be Dealing With Ghosts If…” and had listed several statements. Checking my watch for the time, I saw I had another couple of minutes before Jane was scheduled to arrive and meet me for drinks. Time enough to read the strange and curious list once more.

Taking a sip of my beer, I read the list again.

You May Be Dealing With Ghosts If…

1. You start having mysterious dreams about a castle you’ve never seen before.
2. You feel like a set of unseen eyes are always watching you, the press of their gaze like an icy pressure on the back of your skull…
3. You witness a forlorn woman in a white flowing gown floating along a cliff’s edge during a heavy storm.
4. You come face to face with a brooding, arrogant, yet sexy earl who doesn’t want you snooping around his castle or investigating his family’s tragic, bloody past.
5. There’s a two hundred year old portrait of a woman who looks exactly like you hanging on a wall in the earl’s drawing room.
6. Shadows keep forming in the shape of dragons on the library floor while you try to do research on your haunted castle thesis.
7. A diary dated from the early 1800s finds its way into your hands.
8. When the earl kisses you, it’s as though you’ve kissed him before in another life.
9. You keep seeing visions of a jealous witch casting a curse.

I folded the list and slipped it back into my coat pocket, just as the pub house door opened. There was Jane, her gray eyes pure and clear like mercury. Her raven black hair was a tumble of wild waves about her shoulders. She wasn’t alone. A tall man with burnished gold hair wearing a black knee length winter coat followed her. There was something elegant in his features, a handsomeness that wasn’t often seen in this century.

“Hey!” She walked through the maze of little rickety tables and slid into the opposite side of the booth from me. The man followed her like a shadow, protective, quiet, but not unfriendly. His eyes held so much sadness, but there was joy too and surprise, as though he’d only recently learned to embrace happiness.

“Jane!” I grinned, delighted to see my old school friend.

“You’ll never believe what’s happened.” She rubbed her gloved hands together to warm them, a bright gleam in her eyes.

“What?” I asked, retrieving the letter from my pocket.

“I’d like you to meet Bastian, the Earl of Weymouth.” A pretty blush colored her cheeks. “Bastian, this is my dear friend Lauren from college.”

Bastian nodded politely and shook my hand. “A genuine pleasure,” he murmured. His voice was rich and dark like aged Scotch.

“That’s wonderful, but Jane, what’s the meaning of this list you sent me.” I offered the list to her.

A little devious smile ghosted across her lips and she shared a knowing gaze with Bastian before she looked my way again.

“That’s just it. I have quite a story to share and I want you to write it down…”


To defeat a dark evil, they must face his family’s past…

Bastian Carlisle, the Earl of Weymouth, doesn’t believe in ghosts. Even though tragedy and mysterious hauntings have driven his family away from his ancestral home, Stormclyffe Hall, he is determined to restore the castle to its former glory. His plans are disrupted when a stubborn American shows up on his doorstep hoping to pry into his family’s tragic history. 

Jane Seyton, an American graduate student, is convinced there’s more to the tragedy of Stormclyffe Hall than history claims. Ever the scholar, she is determined to discover the truth, even if it means putting up with the arrogant, yet sexy, Bastian.

Although Bastian wants nothing to do with the pushy American, it soon becomes clear that something evil is in the house—and that something is targeting both Jane and Bastian. The two must join forces to purge the ghosts of Stormclyffe Hall once and for all—even as they try to fight a physical attraction between them that grows more and more impossible to deny.

Author Bio:
Lauren Smith is an attorney by day, author by night, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She’s a native Oklahoman who lives with her three pets—a feisty chinchilla, sophisticated cat and dapper little schnauzer. She's won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including being an Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.
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Short Excerpt:
Randolph cleared his throat. “Will she be staying here, my lord? I can have a room prepared immediately.”
Stay here? Surely he couldn’t let the woman stay in the castle. Bastian was about to declare as much when something out of the corner of his eye flickered. A shadow at the edge of his vision seemed to be creeping along the wall toward him. He turned and focused in the direction he’d glimpsed it, but all signs of the shadow were gone.
I’m seeing things, too, blast it! These workmen are driving me to madness as well. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
“My lord?” Randolph prompted, which made Bastian realize he must have been silent for several moments. The shadows had him on edge. Perhaps it would be nice to have a bit of company, if only she wasn’t a bloody American. Given the rumors of ghosts and other such childish stories, most of the staff at Stormclyffe refused to stay overnight. Only Randolph and a few of the loyal staff from London remained after dark.
“I shall meet with her. She will not be staying here.”
Jane Seyton was sure to be like every other historian he’d met and probably as stubborn as one of the Queen’s corgis with a bone. Given half the chance, she’d run off to the nearest garden and bury his secrets where only she could find them. He didn’t like anyone having that power over him.
Well, he did have a way with women. If she proved too troublesome in getting her to leave, he’d simply seduce her. There wasn’t a woman born yet that would say no to an invitation to dinner if the Earl of Weymouth asked her. No doubt she was a lonely little bookworm, probably wearing spectacles and never been kissed. The idea was almost charming. He smirked as he headed toward the drawing room. If he wanted her gone by nightfall, she’d be gone and all it would cost him was dinner.
When he reached the drawing room and laid a palm on the heavy oak door, it swung open revealing the rich red- and gold-papered walls and dust covered furniture. He hadn’t had the chance to visit every room in the castle in the last seven months, since he’d been here sparingly, and he had definitely not been into this one. Randolph had been overseeing the cleanup of the rooms upon Bastian’s instructions and given the number of rooms, many had yet to be opened.
Personally, he had been avoiding this room because it was the only room in the castle where a portrait of Isabelle hung. His grandmother had said looking upon Isabelle’s face was bad luck, and since Stormclyffe had been abandoned for longer than he’d been alive, he’d never had the chance to find out himself if it was true. But now, seeing his ancestor for the first time…he was arrested at the sight.
There on the wall was the infamous woman whose swan dive off the cliffs had tainted his family’s lives forever. Bastian studied the portrait for a moment. A fair-skinned woman with a hint of rose in her cheeks gazed out from the layers of oil with serious gray eyes. Her pale blue gown molded to her curves, and waves of rich ebony hair tumbled down her shoulders to tease the tops of her breasts. There was a curious expression on her face. She was happy, but wariness lurked in the depths of her eyes, as though she expected to lose her joy at any moment.
Below the painting, a flesh-and-blood woman stood with her back to him. Windblown hair, dark as a raven’s wing, spiraled down her back in enticing waves. He had the sudden urge to thread his fingers through the silken strands and shape her full curves with his other hand. A curious burning settled deep in his bones, and a ringing filled his ears as visions of him pinning her to a bed filled his mind. Wild, erotic thoughts tumbled through him, stealing his breath before he regained control and focused on his visitor again.
As though she’d heard his lustful thoughts, the woman turned to face him, cheeks flaming. She couldn’t have known what he was thinking.  His hand dropped from the door handle, and his jaw slackened in shock.
The dreamy gray eyes fixed on him were identical to the eyes of the woman painted above her. Noble, high cheekbones, curving brows, a sensual mouth made for kisses, and that nose, both delicate and impish, a perfect fit for the face of the woman before him. Her inky-black tresses and curves designed perfectly for a man’s hands made her a living memory of a woman centuries gone.
Dear God… He repeated the words in his head over and over, mesmerized by the closeness of their shared features.
“You must be Lord Weymouth. I’m Jane Seyton.”
The woman strode over to him, hand outstretched. Without thinking, he took it. Heat flared between them. He inhaled sharply.

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Friday, September 19, 2014

Guest - Rachel Leigh Smith

Good morning! We have a terrific post from a great author, Rachel Leigh Smith. Rachel will talk about how her new novel, My Name is A'yen, was born in a dream. Have you ever dreamed a story that turned into a book? I have. It's fun...well, for me, not for the hero or heroine. I wonder how Rachel's characters will do?

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I Dreamed My Novel

Yes, you read that right. I dreamed this novel, My Name Is A’yen. I’ll never forget it either. May 16, 2012. What should have been my third wedding anniversary. Which is a whole other story.

A’yen walked into my head, saying a word over and over and over. At first it sounded like “laxshmi.” And I was all what the heck is that? But he kept saying it, and it became more distinct. Loks Mé. Which turned out to be what his people are called.

See, he’s an alien. A humanoid alien, but still an alien. The one thing I could not picture myself writing about. Ever. My first completed novel was a historical romance, one garnering some interest from agents. Me? Write science fiction? No way. Never occurred to me.

A’yen had other ideas. While eating breakfast the next day I made notes about the dream and what all he’d been telling me as I slowly woke up that morning and joined the land of the living. I’m not a morning person. I still have all those notes, though a lot changed as the story progressed.

A few days before, I had finished yet another draft on the historical romance, was almost 30,000 into the sequel, but I was frustrated. The market I was writing for didn’t know what to do with what I wanted to write. I decided to run with this “thing” as I called it, because it was easy. And I needed easy.

Boy, was it easy! I wrote a 97,000 word first draft in 86 days. The first 10,000 came out in four days. With a day long break while we painted our swimming pool. I had no life that summer, but I didn’t care, because I was writing again and having the time of my life. My crit partner was not a sci-fi fan really, but she devoured every scene as fast as I could write it and fell in love with the characters. At one point she told me she craved more of the story like a woman dying of chocolate withdrawals.

When I finished it I tried to go back to the historical series. That lasted about a week, and I set it aside to write the next A’yen’s Legacy book, The King’s Mistress. Then I wrote the third one, To Save A Life. Then I wrote the fifth one. Right now I’m writing the fourth one. The historical series is sitting on my hard drive, unfinished.

This world has taken over my mind, heart, and imagination, and I never want to let it go. I hope you’ll give the book a chance and let A’yen move into your heart.

Excerpt from My Name Is A’yen:

            When the transport shuttle broke through the atmosphere and space stretched before him in all its infinite glory, the chains of his grief tightened. Enforcers and keepers couldn’t dictate his every move in space, and definitely wouldn’t follow him all the way to the Rim. So why did he want to curl up in a corner and cry his eyes out?
Maybe because, up here, he’d tasted freedom. Knew the wonders waiting to be discovered. Knew without a doubt no one saw him as disposable, because the only people he’d interacted with were ones who loved him. He didn’t have any of that this time.
Dr. Hart’s reflection smiled at him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Her hand touched his shoulder for two seconds. “Your face says otherwise.”
He shrugged away from her touch, turning to face her. Something about her, the way she studied him maybe, encouraged him to be honest. This time he listened. “I’ve lost my whole life. Being up here again makes it real.”
Her left hand dove into her pocket. “I want you to have these. I know there are things stored in them.”
In her open palm lay Master’s coding chips. She had no idea the treasures cradled in her hand. His maps, video letters from Mother, a recording of Yanna’s first birthday celebration. Which he’d missed by three days. Maybe he could spend her next one with her. Turning seven was important too. He held his hand out and she dropped them into his palm. “Thank you.”

Bio: Rachel Leigh Smith writes romance for the hero lover. She lives in central Louisiana with her family and a half-crazed calico. When not writing, which isn’t often, she’s hanging with her family, doing counted cross-stitch, or yakking about life, the universe, and everything with her besties. There may also be Netflix binging . . .

She blogs sporadically at, can be found on Twitter @rachelleighgeek, and hangs out on Facebook, You can sign up for her newsletter here.

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They've taken everything from him. Except his name.

The Loks Mé have been slaves for so long, freedom is a distant myth A'yen Mesu no longer believes. A year in holding, because of his master's murder, has sucked the life from him. Archaeologist Farran Hart buys him to protect her on an expedition to the Rim, the last unexplored quadrant.

Farran believes the Loks Mé once lived on the Rim and is determined to prove it. And win A'yen's trust. But she's a breeder's daughter and can't be trusted.

Hidden rooms, information caches and messages from a long-dead king change A'yen's mind about her importance. When she's threatened he offers himself in exchange, and lands on the Breeder's Association's radar. The truth must be told. Even if it costs him his heart.

Question for readers: Who is your favorite romance hero?

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Tall, Dark and Paranormal from Terry Spear

Hi all! I'm sharing this for Terry Spear, one of our favorite authors. I know you'll be happy to get this message ;-)

Today’s the day!!! Happy Release Day!

Tall, Dark and Paranormal: Ten Thrilling Tales of Sexy Alpha Bad Boys

From some of the hottest names in paranormal romance, this $.99 limited-time boxed set has something for everyone, from werewolves to vampires, ghosts to demons, and witches to wizards. With over 825,000 words in these ten full-length novels, you’ll spend hours falling in love with each of these wickedly hot heroes.

CRESCENT MOON by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Lori Handeland  A cryptozoologist travels to New Orleans to investigate whispers of a wolf in the Honey Island Swamp.

SPELLBOUND by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Opal Carew  What is Lucinda, a tenth level wizard, to do when Destiny pairs her with a man who is utterly domineering, overwhelmingly masculine, incredibly irresistible and, according to her most trusted friend, extremely dangerous?

FOREVER FREED by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Laura Kaye  A reclusive, empathic vampire falls in love with a woman he planned to kill, and must fight his ancient guilt, bloodlust, and an old vampire rival who threatens everything he holds dear.

SINS OF THE FLESH by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Caridad Pineiro  Mick Carrera is a mercenary hired to eliminate problems, but the genetically engineered woman with the superhuman powers is nothing like what he expected.

SPELL BOUND by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Stephanie Julian  A warrior born to defend. A young witch in need of protection. A dangerous desire neither of them expected.

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Monday, September 08, 2014

Guest - Frances Pauli

Good morning and how is everyone today? Here at the Scott household we are doing a little preparation for our beautiful daughter's upcoming wedding. There's the shower, the cake, the coffee, the this and the, you know what I mean. But for now, let's all sit back and enjoy this visit from author Frances Pauli who will be discussing prescience (yes, I've been looking for a place to use that word ;-) ) We have some excellent Cinnamon flavored coffee and luscious Gluten Free Chocolate Chip cookies (see my newsletter for a recipe). Grab them before they're gone!

And now for our guest!


Writing What has Been Foretold.

Some of my favorite characters from classical speculative fiction and romance have had what amounts to extra-sensory abilities. From the Bene Gesserit of Dune, to Espers, Mystics, and a host of Fortune tellers, I have always loved a character who can see what's coming...and still goes forth willingly despite that.

But when I decided to introduce my own race of clairvoyant aliens in SEEN, I suddenly realized just how tricky fictional precognition can be. For one thing, a character forewarned is a character forearmed. Knowing what is around the corner has a danger of removing suspense and tension. It can, however, also increase the sense of dread in the reader. I know there is a monster behind that door, so why is she opening it! These moments are a lot of fun, but they lead to the second problem.

Why do they still open it?

Each author will, of course, invent their own ways to solve these issues, but one of the themes that kept coming up as I looked further into precognition was the idea that a vision or prophecy is only a fraction of the entire picture. This was a goldmine in its own right for using a snatch of imagery to give a false impression of the future instead of a completely accurate foreknowledge.

Beyond the vision the character has can be an entire big picture that adds up to something quite different than the precognition suggests. In addition, many bad circumstances can resolve into good outcomes. So that, while a character might be walking into the fire, on the other side there could be a very desirable conclusion.

In other words, we might lose the battle and still win the war. The opposite is also true, and chasing after a good vision can lead the character into all sorts of nasty circumstances.
Using prophecy and glimpses of the future is a fantastic way to misdirect. Finding your character's motivation for going forward regardless of the known danger, is a great way to build in strength and heroism. They must, however, have a very good reason for walking into that danger. Of course, the character can be driven by circumstance to take that step unwillingly, which is also a great suspense builder. I know there's a monster behind this door, but the one chasing me is even larger and scarier and there's no other way to turn...

You can probably tell I had a lot of fun with this.

One thing that did trip me up more than once was keeping the vision of a future scene consistent and accurate with that scene when I finally got around to writing it. I am not a scene writer who can skip about (though I envy the authors who can). I must start at the beginning and continue forward until I reach the end, and so, when my character had a vision of a later event, the event was yet to be written.

Which, of course, resulted in a lot of editing on my part. Things changed by the time I reached the preconceived moment, and so I would recommend to all the linear writers out there like myself, that you tag or mark or somehow make it easy to reference the scenes both where the event is foretold an when it actually unfolds. As I found out, you will be doing a lot of flipping back and forth between them in the editing phase.

Unless you decide to make the vision faulty? Slightly off of accurate? What about a character who has visions that are intentionally wrong? A fortune teller who only gets it right every now and again? The more I think about it, the more possibilities arise. Each has its own challenges, but I found the task worth the effort.  The topic is vast and unbelievably fun to explore if you have an interest, and I highly recommend playing with the future.

I know I love many books and characters that do. And I'd love to hear about your favorite clairvoyants as well.

Thanks for peering forward with me!

About Frances
Frances Pauli writes across multiple genres. Her work is speculative, full of the fantastic, and quite often romantic at its core. Whenever possible, she enjoys weaving in a little humor. Once upon a time she was a visual artist, but she's since come to her senses. Now she fills her miniscule amount of free time with things like crochet, belly dance and abysmal ukulele playing. She lives in Central Washington State with her husband, two children, a pair of hairless dogs and five tarantulas.

Princes of the Shroud book two
Coming  Fall/Winter 2014

Rowri is a priestess with prophetic dreams—and she’s dreamt of her soulmate. So when she volunteers to be the gifted bride in a peace negotiation between her own peoples and the Tolfarians, she is certain that the lilac-skinned man in her visions is the Tolfarian leader she is to marry.

But prophecy is never simple, and visions are never clear. Shayd, a seer and one of the Shrouded, is summoned to transport Rowri to her new husband-to-be. When Rowri sets eyes on his lilac skin, she knows she’s made a terrible mistake—one she’ll have to live with for the rest of her life if she wants to save her people and prevent war.

The two are drawn together, and the fates of two races hinge on the decisions they make. On the precipice of volcanic eruptions, galactic terrorism, and mercenary attacks, Shayd and Rowri must give up every hope of happiness for their people, or sacrifice everything for true love.

Princes of the Shroud book one

Vashia’s father is the planetary governor. Unfortunately, he’s also a complete bastard. When he promises her to his lackey, Jarn, she panics. On the run in the nastiest corner of the galaxy, Vashia seizes her one chance at escape and signs on as a bride candidate for the elusive race of aliens known as the Shrouded, unaware that she very well may be chosen as the next Queen of Shroud

Of the seven, volatile Shrouded princes, Dolfan may be the only one that doesn't covet the throne. So the last thing he expects to find in the future queen is the woman of his dreams. If he wants Vashia, he must accept the throne as well. Unfortunately, his long-time rival has the same idea. Now, only the planet’s sacred crystal can decide their fates, but what happens when the right woman is paired with the wrong man? And when Jarn comes after what was promised to him?

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About Frances
Frances Pauli writes across multiple genres. Her work is speculative, full of the fantastic, and quite often romantic at its core. Whenever possible, she enjoys weaving in a little humor. Once upon a time she was a visual artist, but she's since come to her senses. Now she fills her miniscule amount of free time with things like crochet, belly dance and abysmal ukulele playing. She lives in Central Washington State with her husband, two children, a pair of hairless dogs and five tarantulas.

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