Sunday, 26 January 2014

ROMANCING THE GENRES - A VALENTINE'S GIFT


I think I’ve probably mentioned numerous times , I grew up on romances, the first one being read to me by my older sister, Margaret. The Princess Bride – still one of my favourite tales.

Then there were those naughty little Mills and Boon my mother kept on her bookshelf with enticing covers which hinted of passion. 

Where we lived, we had a mobile library. Every Tuesday we could get 6 more books out and no, I did not choose children’s books specifically, I chose adventure, romance, love and life.

Some of my favourite books are the ones that defy age groups. I was read the Hobbit when I was about seven by a fantastic English teacher. The Lord of the Rings was given as a gift when I was twelve.

But I must admit to enjoying those reads I wasn’t really supposed to have.  When the Lion Feeds, Wilbur Smith. At the age of fourteen, when I picked it up after my dad had finished reading it, he quietly went to my mum and asked if it was appropriate. Her reply – if it’s not, she’ll put it down. I’ve read every Wilbur Smith book since, but I still remember the thrill of that first novel, the great feel of it being just a little bit out of my genre.

In recent years, I’ve read prolifically and I’ve found I tend to stick to the same main genre – that of romance. Within this wide genre I have discovered the delights of :

Contemporary - Nora Roberts, Sandra Brown, Anne Stuart, Lori Foster

Humour - Jennifer Cruisie, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Rachel Gibson,

Historical – Julie Garwood, Lisa Kleypas, Julia Quinn, Teresa Medeiros

Fantasy – J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Kresley Cole, Gena Showalter

Thrillers – Karen Rose, Julie Garwood, Karin Slaughter

Suspense – Cherry Adair, Linda Howard

Many of these authors cross the sub-genres. Is it any wonder then that I feel the need to romance the genres myself? 

My first series with Liquid Silver Books, Atlantic Divide Series is contemporary, with a touch of humour.

Loving Lydia



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Bad Girl Bill



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Finding Zoe



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Flight of Her Life is an all out comedy.



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I have just signed a contract with Taliesin for Flynn’s Kiss, a contemporary with a touch of grit and a smudge of humour and certainly the next in that series will be gritty too – and I know exactly what that storyline is already. It’s in my head waiting to be released.

I wrote a short Sci-fi as a challenge with Eva Lefoy and Allyson Lindt – more on that another day.

I loved the historical I wrote for Nanowrimo, Her Captured Groom – a real challenge, but worth the effort and I enjoyed it so much, I’m currently writing Book 2 – Hawk’s Lady.

My final work in progress at present is inspired by the wonderful Wild About Bones on Cover Reveals who loved my comedy Flight of Her Life and would like to see me write another – paranormal this time. And that’s all I have to say on that matter as it’s a secret between me and WAB! SSShhhh! http://bit.ly/1e6DMnx

So, like my reading choices, I have found in my writing that I am blurring the lines a little in the genres – and loving every moment of it.


Let me know what your favourite genre is and who inspired you to read it and I will give away one of my published books on 14th February to four lucky winners - the choice will be theirs. Romance for Valentine's Day, what nicer gift?

Friday, 17 January 2014

Eva Lefoy - New Book Release


Eva, come on in. I have chocolate and wine we can indulge in while you tell us all about your new release which by the way, I absolutely love the cover and will be buying the book today - it looks like a great, fun read

The Trouble with Memories Martian Mating – Book One



The Martians are coming!

No, I’m not Orson Welles and this isn’t War of the Worlds and it certainly isn’t 1938 anymore. But the Martian invasion in my story is very, very real to the characters. You see, there’s this crazy scientist named Dr. Dravis who invents a psy-link pilots can use to interface directly with their ship. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, but the pilots who use the psy-link are gonna have a wild ride!

Some say DNA is the real “being” here on this planet. The one who keeps everything evolving and we are just pawns in its ever-changing game. Us hapless humans! And it’s the DNA Dr. Dravis uses that puts the Martians front-and-center in the tale. You see, the Martian DNA has a virus and once that virus gets into the human host, funny things start to happen.

Our hero – a hapless human! – Captain California Sykes, is an ace pilot, a real alpha male kind of guy. But then this sultry Martian woman gets into his head via the psy-link and bam! He’s blowing up the Mars Base in the name of Martian sovereignty! Er…oops.

The scientists try to help him out, by removing the psy-unit – and his memories – to keep him chilled out. Trouble is, his girlfriend Lucy isn’t used to being ignored. And when Cal starts remembering what he’s forgotten, the trouble really heats up!



Blurb:

Helium toads!

Lieutenant Lucy Borasco has her phase pistol ready and her ex-boyfriend in her sights. She has every intention of making him pay for choosing his career over her. But she hadn’t factored in a Martian sneak invasion, Cal’s incessant need to save the universe, or the risk of permanent damage to her complexion. Getting Cal back will cost her more than she thinks, leaving her changed forever.

Captain California Sykes’ memories are gone, his career is in ruins, and his ex-girlfriend nearly kills him with a kiss. Can he overcome the Martian invasion, save the rest of the team and win Lucy back again in the process? Or will his seat-of-the-pants plans and the canned fish rations cost him everything he holds dear, including his sanity?



Here’s a snippet:

The windows flexed and the floor rumbled as the jets did another close fly-by. He ignored them in favor of intently ogling the rounded globes of Lucy’s ass. When she spun to face him, he nearly lost his balance.
Three steps later, she was in his face. He braced himself for her wrath.
Her fingers curled around his collar nice and tight. When she gave him a light shake, his head whipped back and forth. Maybe she was trying to rattle some sense back into his malfunctioning brain. “Comet tails, Cal. If this is some game you’re playing to make me miss you, I swear I’ll fill your ass with helium and shoot you out one of those planes!”
He loved how the fire in her eyes matched her hair and the way she jutted out her chin at the end of her pronouncement. But he’d told her the truth. This was no game. His memories of her were completely gone. “How can I prove to you I’m not lying?”
Her lips curled up in a smirk. “Kiss me.”
With a confident toss of her head she laid claim to him, answering his questions about how he’d known her. Hell, he hadn’t known her, apparently he’d known her. The news made his dick swell with pride. His mouth quirked into a cocky smile.
“Come on, Cal. Today’s Valentine’s Day after all.” Her hands caressed his neck, working their way up his jaw. “One little goodbye kiss won’t hurt.”
Her touch confused him. Familiar yet foreign. New sensations and ghostly memories rose toward the surface of his mind but were squashed before they reached the light. He shook his head but the cobwebs didn’t clear. Why couldn’t he remember? Everything but those fragging ships seemed vague.
A twinge in his right shoulder shot up his neck, and he couldn’t help thinking the pain was a warning. He braced for more, but none immediately came. He wanted out of this box, wanted answers. But he wouldn’t endanger anyone else to get them.
“Lucy.” His voice sounded hoarse, as if he’d sucked sand into his windpipe. “Don’t.” Down below, his cock begged, yes, yes, yes.


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Bio:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.



TAGS: Military, paranormal romance, interracial, sci fi, futuristic, space opera, science fiction romance, Martians

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Guest Blogger - Haley Whitehall

Romance on the Mississippi River

Haley, welcome to my blogspot, come on in and have a quiet cup of coffee while you tell us all about your new book - which by the way, I have already downloaded to kindle.




Romances in the workplace are often difficult to navigate. In my African American historical romance Midnight Heat the workplace romance takes place on the steamboat the Queen Bee. George is a roustabout, a man who loads and unloads cargo from the steamboat. After rescuing her from a burning house, he is able to get Allison a job on the Queen Bee as a chambermaid.
Both of them find it difficult to keep focused on their work, their thoughts straying to each other. The only thing that saves their jobs and likely their sanity is the difference between the deck and cabin crew. Allison as a chambermaid is allowed on the boiler deck, her work requiring to enter and clean the rooms. George, on the other hand, is not allowed on the upper deck. The main deck and the boiler deck were almost like two different worlds. The main deck with the roustabouts and deckhands was a world of raw masculinity while the parlor on the boiler deck was a world of refinement often with a piano, plush carpet, chandeliers and other finery.
In writing every romance there comes a time or times when the hero and heroine are separated. As the saying goes absence makes the heart grow fonder. In Midnight Heat this separation was a little different than most. After all, both George and Allison were on the same boat, Allison was just on the deck above. I’m sure you can imagine how that drove George crazy!

Blurb:

Living in St. Louis, Missouri is a nightmare for Allison. It is 1868, but for her slavery never ended. After enduring years of abuse, she reaches her breaking point. She sees a fiery death as her only escape. She did not expect to live through the night, but George came to her rescue and changed her plans. Now she has a chance to fulfill her dream of falling in love and having a normal relationship with a handsome black man. But will he accept her with her baggage and the dark secrets from her past?

At eighteen, George is ready to make his own way in the world. He leaves his brother’s farm and gets a job as a roustabout. Working on the Mississippi River gives him the freedom he craves. Going ashore one night he sees a shack along the waterfront on fire. He never expected to find a beautiful colored woman trapped inside. Protective instincts kicking in, he instantly wants to be her man and take care of her.

Will he be able to gain her trust and love or will the memories of Allison’s painful past burn their relationship to cinders before it has begun?

Excerpt:

George stood at the railing looking up at the stars, his mouth moving. Was he making a wish? She stood still, not wanting to interrupt him. She feasted upon his tall, muscular frame. His gray trousers fit him snuggly, showing off his tight ass.

George turned around and smiled. “I was wondering if you weren’t coming back down.”

“I had more ironing than I thought. I should have told you.” Why did she say that? He wasn’t her keeper.

“Just as long as you came back, it doesn’t bother me.”

His eyes quickly swept her frame. He had seen the pine green dress Mrs. Brown had given her many times, but he acted like this was the first.

“You are beautiful, Allison.”

She laughed. She looked like a freak with only half her eyebrows. “Thank you.”

He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing her skin chastely. His soft lips stirred her and made her ache for more.

“I saved a good spot for us,” he said, motioning for her to follow him.

A spot for us? He freely threw around the supposition they were together—which they weren’t. Still, she didn’t protest. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be closer to him, but she knew she didn’t want to push him away. They picked their way around the maze of barrels and crates, and poor and colored passengers to an area surrounded by cotton bales.

“Some privacy,” he said, a glint in his eye.

Why did they need privacy just to sleep? She gulped air. Or did he have something else in mind?

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Author Bio:

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.




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