Sunday, December 30, 2018

How I became a "real" author...






In the beginning...

As a veterinarian I built a career around treating animals and loved it. Still do. It's challenging, rewarding, and never the same. So, how does one go from diagnosing and treating creatures who
cannot speak for themselves to writing romance?

Veterinary work causes a bit of brain bruising after several long days in a row. So much thinking, contemplating and synthesizing of facts for hours on end forced me to find something to relax my brain. Turned out romance novels worked. I could read through an author's book backlog in a week (that's sometimes oodles of books). At the same time story lines had been going on in my head since I was a little kid. Didn't everyone have complicated never-ending stories with characters jabbering in their brain? Turned out, not so much.

The first book...

Putting words on paper, or realistically typing on a blank screen, is hard. Butt in chair...typing. There's a lot to learn when thinking of putting 70-90K words into a story when you're not an english major and you never took a creative writing class. Passive writing. Active writing. Obfuscation. Plotting. Likable characters. Appropriate pacing. My first book took two years to finish.

Then I sent it off. Started with agents because that's the right thing to do, isn't it? Got a lot of rejections, a few nibbles but no takers. My book wasn't mainstream vampire or shifter paranormal romance. It was unique. And, unfortunately, I chose to write a paranormal romance at the exact moment the market for this type of romance tanked. The market hit rock bottom and publishers weren't buying. So, I went direct to publishers and got a taker from a  small press. Ups and downs with this type of publisher, but that's for another post. Bottom line, I got a contract. And a wonderful, patient editor
who helped me fix all those things I hadn't learned in school to make it a solid, kickass story.

Boom...I was a published. But I didn't feel like a real author. I still don't after 9 novels.

When do you feel like a real author? You tell me.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Bloggers...readers...ARC opportunity!


Calling all bloggers and avid readers out there...the first in my contemporary romance series, OFF HER GAME, releases in March (insert squeal of joy...this book is so much fun with eGamers, hotness and a touch of suspense). Anyone for an ARC???
Bloggers: CLICK HERE
Readers:CLICK HERE

 WHAT IT'S ABOUT: Tori Duarte’s big dreams to be a video game designer...well, they haven’t panned out. And a girl’s gotta eat. Enter: the Stadium, a secretive video game gambling ring. As a world ranked eGamer, winning should be cake. Until it’s not. Gambling debts suck her in deep. A chance encounter with the media shy, ridiculously handsome video game CEO Noah Harrison offers her a way out. The deal: 1) Assist the FBI to catch the underworld eGaming kingpin (doable but dangerous). 2) Keep the FBI connection secret by pretending to date Noah (not optional but keeping it PG is problematic).

 Noah’s never been more attracted to a woman in his life. Maybe because he’s never been the focus of anyone as sexy, smart, and badass as Tori. But while the dates are fake, the threat to Tori’s life is. The last thing either of them needs is their attraction to turn into something real.
 ***This is a novel is a standalone fake relationship romantic comedy full of steamy heat with dabs of suspense. ***

Monday, December 3, 2018

New Release Time!!! 🎄😃


Just in time for the holidays...
The Fangs Fur and Fa La La collection is full of new holiday stories by your favorite paranormal romance authors. I'm thrilled to be a part of it. 

In this anthology I present you with ONE NIGHT WITH A WITCH, next in the Keepers of the Veil series and finally Eli's story!

The last thing MI6 agent Eli Morgan expected was Pleiades witch Avery Donovan showing up to “rescue” him. Turns out she’s his biggest threat when an unexpected love spell hits them. Now he can’t keep his hands off the woman he vowed never to touch. 
But something evil fights to posses Eli’s soul. The only one who can truly save him is his soulmate. Can’t be Avery. What they feel is spell-induced. Or is it?

NOW AVAILABLE &
on sale for release week for $2.99!
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Excerpt:
He swept his tongue along hers, kissing her deep and slow. This was seduction and pleasure without rules. Screw scruples over the spell. This was incredible.
Heat radiated from Eli’s skin, daring her to press closer and rediscover the true meaning of being singed. He tempted her with the opportunity to feel something other than the vastness of being alone. 
Their tongues twisted together. She moaned again and rocked into his hips, working on the buttons of his shirt.
Then he wasn’t kissing her. He caught her as she swayed. 
“Easy,” he whispered.
She unlatched her hands from his shirt and stepped backward until the sink counter hit her butt. Her fingers wrapped its smooth marble edge behind her. “That was good. Too good.”
He scratched his scalp again. His wary gaze momentarily met hers before darting away. “This
isn’t going to happen, especially not because of a spell.”
Temptation pressed her to scoot forward and do it again. Nope. “Why are you working for Merck?”
“Intel-only mission. Damn it, I shouldn’t have told you that. It’s the spell, isn’t it? Makes me susceptible to your charm.”
“Perhaps, but I don’t have any sort of coercion powers. Not like you.” Her gaze dropped down his body. “So you think this spell will make you tell me anythingI ask of you because you find me sexy?”
“Don’t do that,” he ordered.
“Do what? Ask you questions?” She moistened her lips and cocked her head. Her gaze snagged on his chest where she’d opened buttons to expose his undershirt. “Are you wearing underwear?” 
He rubbed his hands over his face. “You’re killing me.”
She raked Eli with her eyes, fixating on the chest hair teasing the edges of his undershirt. Longing edged into her brain and tempted her. She needed to get out of the bathroom for fresh oxygen and to put the temptation of him as far away as possible or she might lose it. But a part of her didn’t care if she lost it. She wanted to lose it on him.
His eyes darted around the bathroom. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” 
“Looking at me like you’d be happier to keep unbuttoning my shirt. Like you want me to put your ass on that counter and make you scream twice before I come.”
That sounded so freaking good. She touched her lower lip, feeling its residual puffy soreness from his kisses. She willed her eyes to stop staring at him, but they kept going back to the new rumpled look of his shirt and the temptation of the buttons. The white-hot need for this man made her brain mush.