Thunderclap is something I’ve never done before, and it sounds like fun. Please venture to the Thunderclap site and be one of the 100 supporters we’re shooting for. Thanks so much!
Thunderclap is something I’ve never done before, and it sounds like fun. Please venture to the Thunderclap site and be one of the 100 supporters we’re shooting for. Thanks so much!
Hey everyone! We have 13 authors and a ridiculous amount of books and prizes being given away. Really. Ridiculous. I’m giving away 8 autographed copies of my books and two $25 Amazon gift cards. Who knows what else? And you have 12 other authors doing their best to giveaway everything and the kitchen sink.
Here’s our lineup!
2:30pm EST ~ Gladys Introduction
3:00pm EST ~ Chey McCray
3:30pm EST ~ Paige Tyler
4:00pm EST ~ Tee O’Fallon
4:30pm EST ~ Anne Marie Becker
5:00pm EST ~ Sandy Wright
5:30pm EST ~ Carolyn Crane
6:00pm EST ~ Mandy Harbin
6:30pm EST ~ Chey McCray
7:00pm EST ~ Jessie Lane
7:30pm EST ~ Calista Fox
8:00pm EST ~ Susan Stoker
8:30pm EST ~ Sharon Hamilton
9:00pm EST ~ Parker Kincade
9:30pm EST ~ Megan Mitcham
10:00pm EST Gladys Closes the Party Out
Join us at https://www.facebook.com/events/1882732445291410/
Come help me blow sh** up! 😀
See you soon,
So excited to have Hidden Prey out with Totally Bound! The “Deadly Intent” series is set in my home town and the surrounding area. 🙂
Order your copy from your favorite retailer here!
I hope you enjoy reading Hidden Prey as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Merry Early Christmas!
I‘m excited to say that Hidden Prey is now being released with Totally Bound and is available for preorder. 🙂
I adore the people at Totally Bound and I’m excited to have the “Deadly Intent” series (formerly Lawmen series) on their virtual shelves. 🙂
Add to a great day, this fabulous quote from a wonderful author:
“…hot, enjoyable, emotionally satisfying stories that leave me wanting more.” ~New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Ashley
I’m excited to let you all know that the first book in my “Riding Tall” cowboy series, Branded for You, is now available in audiobook!
I will be giving away 5 free copies of the audiobook version of Branded for You to 5 readers who are willing to listen to and review the book! Just leave a comment on my blog, Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram; or retweet or share, and I will do a drawing. 🙂
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Tuesday Teasers is also release day this week!
ALEX is available today! Don’t miss the excerpt below!
**Author note below
An Armed and Dangerous novella: When Nicole Landford makes a bet with her cousins to go after the first man who “trips her trigger,” little does she know that she’s in for the ride of her life. Unfortunately it’s with the last man on earth she wants to be with.
Alex Grand’s had his eye on Nicole for years. Now that he’s got her attention, he’s got more than his hands full with the wild thing who claims her heart is not up for grabs. But Alex intends to tame Nicole’s wild heart and make the woman his for keeps.
**Please note: “Alex” is a spinoff novella from “Kade,” an Armed and Dangerous novel. “Alex” was originally published in eBook in the “Hearts are Wild” anthology with Ellora’s Cave under the title “Wild Hearts”. Alex’s first name has been changed due to changes made at the request of St. Martin’s Press for the other novels in the series. Alex isn’t armed, but he is dangerous… Fair warning: “Alex” is far more erotic than the Armed and Dangerous novels!
Here’s an excerpt just for you!
PLEASE NOTE: This excerpt has been tamed down a bit for this blog. Fair warning: ALEX is anything but tame. Be prepared to have a nice cool drink with you when you read this novella!
“Damn it.” Nicole Landford propped her hands on her full hips and scowled. “You have some nerve up and dying on me out here in the middle of nowhere.”
With all her pent-up frustration, Nicole kicked the tire of her red ‘63 Corvette with the toe of her four-inch heel and winced. She had only managed to hurt her big toe, not to mention scuffing the bluish-green shoe that matched her mini-dress and the unusual shade of her eyes.
The ‘vette ignored her tirade as steam continued to hiss from beneath the hood. An acrid burnt rubber stench rose up in the air, along with the smell of radiator fluid. Heat rolled over Nicole in waves, adding to the perspiration already beading on her face. Why couldn’t the damn thing have died in Douglas, or even Bisbee? At least then she’d have been near a phone. And of course, actually bringing her cell phone would have been a stroke of genius.
With an irritated sigh, Nicole shoved her long blonde hair out of her face with one hand and looked around at the endless miles of ranch land. If she had been on a highway, she could have stuck out one bare leg, hitched up the miniskirt of her backless dress, and flagged down some gorgeous man. Oh, hell, any man would do, so long as she could get to Dee MacLeod’s house.
But here she was on a dirt road and she’d taken one hell of a wrong turn. That’s what she got for not paying attention. Instead of ending up at least on the road to the Flying M, the MacLeod Ranch, she was stuck out here with nothing around her but dirt, grass, barbed wire fences, and cattle. It was a hot, muggy, and overcast late August afternoon, and more sweat dripped down the side of her face. Thunderclouds were building up to the south and she could smell the promise of a monsoon storm that could come out of nowhere in a hurry.
That would be the icing on her cake.
Off in the distance Nicole could see Alex Grand’s ranch, but she was in no mood to mess with that cowboy, no matter how sexy the man was. She and Alex had been butting heads since elementary school, and all she needed was another confrontation with him. They never had seen eye to eye on anything, and the man always seemed amused by their arguing. No, she didn’t have time for him.
Especially not when she was a woman on a mission.
A few days ago, Nicole and her cousins Lily and Sabrina had made a pact. The first man who “tripped her trigger”, as Sabrina had said, was the man Nicole had to go all-out for, no matter what or who. Wild and crazy sex, and as much of it as possible. For one month and one month only.
They had made a bet and damned if Nicole was going to be the one to lose out on it. Out of all three cousins, Nicole was the one who had no reservations about enjoying sex with the men she chose to date. She was a free spirit—no emotional ties. All she ever looked for was a good time. Her cousins were more reserved—especially Lily, who probably hadn’t been laid for years.
Nicole intended to make good on the bet. Only problem was, she had yet to find a single man who even interested her. It had been a few days since they’d made the pact after Aunt Viv’s fifty-fifth birthday celebration, and Nicole had no prospects on the horizon.
To try and stir up some action, before her damn car had died on her, Nicole had been on her way to the MacLeod Ranch where her friend Trace was visiting from Texas. Trace was happily married now to a sexy cowboy named Jess Lawless, but she was going to buddy up with Nicole, along with the sheriff’s wife, Catie Savage. The three planned to head over to Sierra Vista to one of the local hot spots so that Nicole could find a man who turned her on enough to pursue a romp in the hay with. There were plenty of hot Border Patrol and Customs agents in the area, as well as sexy military men from Ft. Huachuca, not to mention some damn fine ranchers. All Nicole had to do was find one who made her hot and go for it.
But first she had to get there.
“Okay, you piece of—of…” Nicole went around to the front of the car, tried to pop the hood, and snatched back her hand. The damn thing was boiling hot.
She gave another frustrated sigh, but this time in deference to her pride and joy. “I’m sorry, baby. I love you and I shouldn’t get so mad.” Hell, she and her cherry red ‘vette had been through a lot together, so what was a little breakdown now and again?
The low of a cow from the other side of the barbed wire fence drew Nicole’s attention and wrath instead. “Beat it, you slobber-mouthed beast.”
The white-faced Hereford just chewed her cud as she studied Nicole with her big brown eyes, and then turned away. The muggy Arizona summer afternoon intensified the smell of the cow and the dust her hooves kicked up. More cattle plodded by at a slow and easy pace, eating snatches of grass, green from recent monsoon rains. Occasionally, they gave a loud “moo”. Two calves bawled and poked their faces through the fence, before their mothers nudged them along.
Nicole glanced to the south again. It would be her luck for the storm to rain on her parade. Not that it would matter now. Her blonde hair was wilting fast, her makeup running down her face, and her dress rumpling in the humidity.
So much for “dry heat”.
After a few moments, the steam lessened. Nicole used a cloth from the backseat of her car to pop the hood and then prop it up. She tossed the cloth on the fender, folded her arms beneath her generous cleavage and glared at the radiator, which probably needed to be replaced. It wasn’t easy finding parts for a car over forty years old.
She stomped away, as best she could in those four-inch heels she used to love—
And felt something warm and wet squish around her foot.
With a groan she looked down, knowing what she’d see. She had managed to step into a nice, big, smelly, fresh pile of cow manure.
Great. Just great.
Nicole almost ripped both her heels off and threw them over the fence at the cattle and said to hell with it. Instead she took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the cloudy sky. “Are you out to get me?”
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Wind picked up and lifted her damp hair from her shoulders. Well, there was her answer.
She groaned and wiped off the manure on a clump of grass. So much for those heels.
When her shoe was mostly de-crapified, she leaned in the ‘vette’s open window and snatched the keys out of the ignition. She rounded the car, opened the trunk, and grabbed a new jug of radiator fluid. As she started to shut the lid, her keys slipped out of her hand and into the trunk.
“No!” she shouted, dropping the jug and leaping to stop the trunk lid.
Her keys clanked at the bottom of the trunk. The lid thunked shut.
Nicole groaned and flattened her palms against the sun-warmed car. “Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!”
Before she realized what was happening, large male hands were on either side of hers, braced on the trunk lid, and a very big male body virtually surrounded her.
Nicole froze. Her heart started to pound like a cattle stampede.
“Now, hon—” came Alex Grand’s low drawl, “—you really ought to watch your language.”
For a moment her body sagged, she was so thankful it wasn’t some rapist who had snuck up on her. But in the next second she gritted her teeth, pissed it was Alex and that he had scared her like he had.
She tried to twist away but he had her blocked with his powerful arms. She clenched her hands into fists. “I’m in no mood for your bullshit, Alex Grand.”
Just as she was about to try to push back and shove him off, he leaned in close, his body pressed against hers. She could feel his heat, the rough denim of his shirt against her bare back, his jeans through the thin material covering her ass. She could smell his masculine scent of sweat, horse, and summer wind.
“Now what are you in the mood for, Nicole Landford?” he asked in a low rumble that vibrated throughout her body and made the hairs on her nape stand on end. A thrill zipped straight to her belly.
Alex Grand had tripped her trigger.
“Not you.” She slumped forward, buried her face in her arms on the trunk lid, and her words came out muffled. “I don’t care. Not you. Not in a million years. Oh, shit.”
Join me every day for our daily theme:
This week, let’s focus on the next type of sexy man we are going to feature: the supernatural hot guy. He can be anyone from a superhero to a spaceship captain, but each has one thing in common: he can turn you on like no other. <Wicked Grin>
Since most supernatural heroes are larger than life (we hope!), it’s easy to spot the type of guy you are interested in. Check out the following supernatural hotties, and pick one (or more!) you like the most.
The Hero type: The hero has self confidence that at times can border on sexy cockiness. He generally possess a huge….set of muscles, and is focused on keeping you safe. The hero isn’t even close to meek, and will have no trouble telling (or showing) how much he wants you.
The Haunted Hero: The cocky hero often becomes the haunted hero when he suffers a loss of a lover or good friend. He blames himself for this loss, but the right woman can nurse a haunted hero’s emotional health—so break out
your best nursing outfit. (Kinky!)
The Regular Guy: The regular guy doesn’t have any superpowers aside from being amazingly hot. He might have a great skill or two, but he’s basically just a normal guy doing his best to make the world a better place. The regular guy is the best of both worlds because he has sexy self-confidence, but underneath it all he has human emotions and depth. He often hides this through sarcasm, though, so be
prepared to engage in some banter.
The Villain: There’s always the girl who likes the bad boys, and not just because villains in the supernatural universe tend to wear a lot of tight black leather (although that certainly helps!). The sexiest of these guys usually has a beef with the main protagonist and is seeking revenge. The villain has the most self-confidence and is convinced his cause is righteous (not to mention his plan can never be foiled). The girl
who likes the villain is into excitement and living in the moment. Women hooking up with the villain shouldn’t stay too long though, since he’s usually caught
So what’s your favorite kind of supernatural hot guy?
For fun, this time to enter, answer the following question:
I’ll do another random drawing and you’ll have an opportunity to win a signed print copy of ZACK!
Hope you all have had a fantastic week and that your weekend is going to be even better!
National Novel Writing Month. It’s coming around the corner, and it’s actually a thing, and they have their own website. It’s a pretty neat website and if you’re interested in writing a book in 30 days, I’d recommend checking it out and participating.
Just to be clear, I’m not affiliated with NaNoWriMo in any way. I do think it’s cool, as long as a writer doesn’t think that’s all there is to writing a book.
A lot of different advice is out there on how to write a book in thirty days. I have written more than one book in a 30-day timeframe and that has been since my early writing days, before I heard of NaNoWriMo.
In my case, I spent an entire year writing my first book in 2000, and I’m glad I did. I wrote and rewrote and rewrote and rewrote that novel as I learned, studied, and honed the craft. I intentionally spent that year developing skills that aided me in having the ability to write as quickly as I have over the years since then. I write fast and clean, and I still revise.
Fast forward 15 years and I have written almost 100 novels and novellas. My current work in progress is my 98th. I have 62 full-length novels in print and 45 novellas of all sizes in anthologies, collections, box sets, and more. I am a hybrid author and have written for St. Martin’s Press, Ellora’s Cave, and have been in anthologies with HarperCollins and other publishers. I chose to go Indie 4 years ago–best decision of my career.
One of my bestselling novels with my first publisher, a book that won a “RT Book Reviews Reviewer’s Choice Award,” along with other honors, was written in 30 days–not counting revisions. That book was published as King of Hearts with Ellora’s Cave and as Taken by Passion with St. Martin’s Griffin. To be honest it needed another revision, which I gave it when the rights were reverted back to me and I republished it in early 2015. It’s a stronger book now, and even though it won the honors it did, I wish I would have given it that last revision. Maybe I just needed 12 years to think about it. 😉
It’s not easy to write a book in 30 days and you have to know that it’s not going to be your finished product. It’s a draft. Few mega-hit bestsellers were written in 30 days. I personally don’t know any, but there are a couple that make you wonder if they were written in 30 days with no revisions. 😉
Let’s get started. My post is not so much about NaNoWriMo as it is about writing a solid draft in 30 days.
Easy-peasy right? Here are a few of my recommendations to help you reach your 30-day goal.
–It goes without saying, but I’m going to say it anyway: you MUST exercise discipline. Sit your butt in that chair and WRITE. Writing is a discipline. People don’t become novelists if they don’t sit in their writing space and start putting down words. Hopefully in a logical manner that makes for a good book. 😉
From what I understand, NaNoWriMo is about pantsing it–writing by the seat of your pants. I used to be a pantser. Or at least I thought I was. Years into “pantsing” and I realized that all of the storyboarding; post-it note organizing; collage designing; bullet-point brainstorming–all of it was an attempt to organize and outline my thoughts in some manner. So what do I do now? I do brief outlines. Bullet point outlines.
I suggest that before you start, you write at the very least a brief outline of what you want to accomplish when you start writing that book. For you pantsers, it isn’t going to physically hurt to write down some ideas in a specific order. (Like I said, I was a pantser for years. I get it.) Easy one-liners written in a simplistic manner as a guide never hurt anyone.
Think of it as someone giving you directions because Siri or your GPS isn’t cooperating. (Like that never happens, right? Ha.) You call your friend who tells you “take your first left, the second right, keep going until you pass a park on the right, before you take another left, and my house is the third on the left.” There you are. SIMPLE. An itty bitty map.
Know what your beginning, middle, and end will be. Have a pretty good idea one way or another. What are a few scenes that you know need to happen to reach “The All-Important-End?” You don’t want to be staring at the screen when you need to be typing words in that once blank doc.
DO NOT go over and over a scene, trying to make it perfect. This is not the time, and nothing you write will EVER be PERFECT. It is not possible to be perfect. If you are, you belong on a cloud on the other side of pearly gates wearing a golden halo. That or walking on water, take your pick.
The time for editing will be when you reach THE END! Make notes along the way. If you use the notes feature in Word, leave yourself bubbles with comments of what you need to go back and work on. And if you realize about 2/3 of the way through that you need to have something foreshadowed, like the smoking gun, leave yourself a note to fill it in later.
Sometimes I will have 50 to 100 notes to myself on things I need to go back and work in or check to make sure I didn’t forget to put it in. That’s something you can do during the revision process in December after you’ve reached “the end” of the damn book.
Notice I never say FINISH the book. You’re going to write it, speedy rough draft, and then you are going to fix it over the next few weeks.
One more time. JUST WRITE. Don’t correct. WRITE. This is not to see how fast you can write a book, it’s to teach you not to edit yourself over and over and over again. You’ll never get through a book at that rate. Nothing, nothing, is ever perfect.
Did I make that perfectly clear? 😉
Let’s say you’ve jotted down some directions that equal your idea of a brief outline. Once November 1st hits, you’re ready to write those 2222 daily words. You’ve been excited about this for weeks and it’s finally here! Your fingers fly across the keyboard and you’re on a total high. Before you know it, 2223 words are written. Woohoo!
However, when you get to those 2222 words for the day (Or whatever your daily goal is!), KEEP GOING. It’s possible the next day you may have something urgent come up with the kids, a pet, your significant other, and you’ll be glad you padded your word count for each day you write. Things are bound to come up no matter how well you plan. LIFE HAPPENS.
A good idea is to keep a notebook with you just in case life happens. If you have to take the dog to the vet because she can’t poop (true story) and you’re waiting for the vet to X-Ray and then flush out poor dog ($300 later–poor wallet) you can write a scene in your notebook.
Odds are you’re going to be sitting in a waiting room for a while. You can use that time toward making your goal. Sometimes you can get the BEST ideas when you physically put pen to paper. Then go home and type the scene into your doc.
The end of November is approaching. You’ve planned well. You’ve been ready for anything that might pop up and try to get in the way. And you type:
Then get your ass back to work. It’s time to rewrite that mess you made in November.
This is my favorite pic. My grandson, Evan, is with his favorite uncle. Evan is pretending to be one of the puppies, and everyone looks thrilled but Matthew and Checkers.
Matthew has always loved bright colors and has worn all kinds of tie-dye shirts since he was somewhere around six. His dad and brothers wanted him to wear solid colors or black, and I said hey, let him be an individual. He likes bright colors, so as long as he wants to, he can wear whatever he wants.
The one he’s wearing in the pic is one of his subdued shirts. LOL. I didn’t know they made so many different types and colors of tie-dye shirts until I started searching for them to give him something fun to wear. There’s even a site, MadebyHippies.com, where you can find some pretty cool shirts.
But no, he’s not a hippie. LOL.
He’s got a wicked sense of humor. His senior year, during Spirit Week, they had a tie-dye day and everyone wanted to know what he would wear.
He wore solid black.
Yes, that’s my son. LOL.
I love you!