Sunday, December 18, 2011

Author Interview-Meggan Connors

I’m pleased to have a fellow, Sierra Romance Writer, Meggan Connors join us today. What inspired you to become a writer?
I've always told stories to myself to help me get to sleep at night. Sometimes, my brain just didn't want to shut off, and so I'd dream of far away places, of handsome men and the women who loved them. I wrote for years—a scene here, a scene there—before finally trying my hand at writing a novel. But then graduate school came along, along with the requisite thesis and the follow-up academic articles, and the writing for pleasure took a backseat for a while. About two and a half years ago, I woke up and told my husband, "You know, I think I'll write a romance novel."
Who are your favorite romance characters (besides your own?)
Let's see. I like Colt Thunder in Johanna Lindsey's Savage Thunder. I also loved, loved, loved Dageus in Karen Moning's Dark Highlander. I love Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre (Michael Fassbender playing him was a dream-come-true), and Mr. Darcy (as played for Colin Firth) from Pride and Prejudice.
Tell me what inspired this story.
The Marker is the story of a man who wins a woman in a poker game. The inspiration literally came from my husband. A friend of mine suggested I try my hand at writing something light and funny. The husband and I were watching the World Series of Poker (actually, he was watching it; I was doing dishes), and all of a sudden, the idea came to me. I really enjoyed writing this story, too.
How do you balance your day-to-day commitments with your writing life?
I'd like to say that I have some magic answer to this. But I don't. The truth of the matter is, I find the time to write by not doing the dishes, or forgetting about laundry until everyone is out of socks. When the muse is really active, I rarely sleep more than four or five hours a night. I somehow manage to get everything done, but it's insane.
Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers?
I love to hear from people who've read my books! Readers can find me on my blog at and on Facebook. We'll be having some fun giveaways, and Facebook is the best way to find out about them!
Here is the back cover copy of my book:
When her father loses her in a poker game, Lexie Markland is sent to work in the household of Nicholas Wetherby for one year to pay off the debt. Innocent but not naïve, she is savvy enough to know she must maintain her distance from this man who frustrates her with his relentless teasing but whose kisses bring her to her knees. Because although she may be just another conquest to him, the marker he won at the card table, it’s not just her heart in jeopardy should she succumb to Nicholas’s considerable charms.
Since his brother’s death almost a year before, nothing has held Nicholas’s attention for long–not women, not booze, not even an excellent hand at cards. Nothing, that is, until he meets the woman he won in a drunken night of poker. Intrigued by his prize and her chilly reserve, he makes it his mission to crack Lexie’s cool demeanor. But even as passion explodes between them, the question remains: will Nicholas be able to take the ultimate risk… and gamble on love?
You can purchase my book from Soulmate publishing ( and from Amazon and Barnes and Noble any time after it comes out on December 14!
Thanks for having me, Mariposa! It's been such fun!
Chapter One
Sacramento, California
Summer 1874
Nicholas Wetherby threw back his whiskey in a single swallow. He hadn’t touched his cards since he had first looked at them, casually raising bets as other players placed them. Recognizing Nicholas’s betting patterns as those of a man with a remarkable hand, the other players at the table folded, one after the other. All except one.
Idly twirling a silver dollar between his fingers, Nicholas leaned back in his chair, hooked his arm over the back and studied the last remaining a player, John Markland. Markland was a man who had been perpetually down on his luck since the death of his wife, and any good sense he may have once had must have died with her. Only an improbable run of good fortune brought Markland to this particular table, and he played like a man possessed. Nicholas had once heard he lived more or less hand-to-mouth in a seedy part of town with his daughter, and the stack of cash in front of him would keep him in food and booze for a good month. If the man had any common sense left, he wouldn’t push his luck—he would fold this hand, gather his winnings, and count both his cash and his blessings.
“How much you got, Markland?” he asked.
Tobacco smoke clung to the air as Markland mashed the end of his cigar between his teeth. Making a show of counting his money, he said, “Ninety.”
Still not looking back at his cards, Nicholas tossed in a hundred dollars. A part of him expected Markland to fold over the casual way he placed his bet, as if he didn’t care about the sum of money being wagered. And, in fact, he didn’t.
“Well, that ought to cover it.”
The desperate greed lighting his eyes poorly disguised, Markland stared at the cash in front of him. The problem with Markland was that he lacked both the fortitude and the skill to earn his money, so he had to win it. Pity he wasn’t even very good at that.
Nicholas despised men like him. But then, Nicholas despised just about everyone these days.
“I’ll sign over the house to you if you go all in, Wetherby.”
Nicholas chuckled, but it felt hollow in his gut. “I’m sure it’s mortgaged for more than it’s worth. I think not.”
He didn’t want anything Markland had to offer, but at least the betting was getting interesting. The familiar rush accompanying a big win caught his attention and pierced through the languor that had been dogging him for months. Ever since the death of his brother almost a year before, no amount of drink or women seemed to be able to fill the void in his life, though a big win at poker at least piqued his interest for a time.
“I’ll give you my watch,” Markland said, fishing into his pocket. “It’s pure gold.”
Nicholas eyed the banged-up trinket his opponent dangled in front of him, acting like a street vendor hawking ‘genuine diamonds’ or some cure-all elixir. As if he would want such a piece of junk. Nicholas almost wished the man had more pride.
“I have a pocket watch, and I don’t need another,” Nicholas replied, swiftly losing interest in the betting and wanting to move on to the next hand. “Just call with the ninety and let’s be done with this. Except for the cash in front of you, you have nothing I want.”
Markland fidgeted in his seat and tapped his index finger nervously on the worn, green felt of the card table. His eyes shifted from Nicholas to Nicholas’s money, and over at the bar. “A moment, Wetherby,” he said, holding up his hand. “Barkeep!” he shouted to the man standing behind the gleaming mahogany bar. When he turned in their direction, Markland said, “Bourbon whiskey, for me and my new friend here. The ‘48, if you would.”
“Going for the good stuff, I see.”
“Nothing but the best for me and my friends,” Markland said, raising a glass in a toast.
Never one to turn down a free drink—especially not one as good as the ‘48—Nicholas nodded his thanks, replied, “Indeed,” and drained his glass. He placed it on the table with heavy thud and said, “Just call.”
“No, wait!” Markland cried. “My daughter! If I lose, I’ll give you my daughter!”
An audible gasp went up around the table. Nicholas leaned back in his seat and laughed, thinking Markland must be jesting. “You would wager your daughter?”
“She’s a rare beauty. She’d even please a man such as yourself. A goodly, moral woman.”
It took Nicholas a moment to realize Markland was serious, willing to wager his daughter over a hand of poker. Astonishment and raw excitement pulsed in his veins, and he laughed, enjoying the thrill and secretly expecting Markland to withdraw his bet.
“I’m not overly interested in goodly, moral women. They have very little to offer me,” Nicholas returned, laughing at his own joke. Calling the older man’s obvious bluff, he asked, “What precisely are you proposing?”
Markland wiped sweat from his brow and suggested, “She could work in your household. I’m telling you, she’s a rare prize.”
The nervous voice, the perspiration, and the desperate betting all told Nicholas he had his opponent exactly where he wanted him. “Smacks of desperation to me, Markland,” he said with a smirk. “I’d bet this ‘rare prize’ looks and acts like a harpy. Thank you, no. Let’s just finish this. I bet, and you have nothing left to raise my wager. Show me your hand.”
“No!” Markland insisted. “I’m telling you, she has skin like porcelain, the temperament of an angel, and a voice to match. She is a beauty, I tell you.”
Nicholas was just drunk enough to enjoy the desperation, and this was by far the most interesting thing he had been involved in for months. He almost pitied the poor girl. It was bad enough being the daughter of John Markland, a man who clearly lived above his means despite the recession gripping California, but now her father offered her up as a marker in a card game. Markland would leave the girl destitute.
Nicholas leaned forward in his seat and regarded the older man for long moments. With a sigh, he finally checked his cards and pondered his options. He should never accept Markland’s offer—if he were an honorable sort, he wouldn’t—but he couldn’t help the rush of excitement that accompanied the thought of accepting. He would win the girl, keep her for a short while, and return her unscathed to her father. Hopefully, in that space of time, Markland would learn his lesson and would give up the game at least for a time. Sure, if Nicholas took her, scandal would result, but he never been one to shy away from gossip. Nicholas didn’t want the girl—he had plenty of female companionship and the last thing he needed was a hysterical woman in his household.
But watching Markland fall would at least be entertaining.
The shadow under which he had lived for the past year lifted a little as he considered Markland’s offer. Why not see how far Markland would take this? It wasn’t like Nicholas was responsible for the girl—or the actions of her father.
So why did he have this strange tightness in his chest and an odd twinge of pity for a girl he’d never met? What Markland proposed was preposterous. Insane. Unfortunately, Nicholas was just drunk enough, and reckless enough, to accept.
“Fine, but I want a contract drawn up.”
Low murmurs went around the table as men spoke of the wager in shocked, hushed tones. Markland glanced at them uneasily, and Nicholas thought he would back down at the mention of a contract. Instead, after a moment’s trepidation, his eyes rested on the stack of cash in front of Nicholas and his face lit up. The man obviously believed he had this game won.
“Of course,” he answered, his voice reedy with anticipation. “I expect no less.”
Oh, this was going to be fun. “So, what, precisely, are your terms?”
Markland shrugged and chewed thoughtfully on the end of a cigar that would be nothing but pulp by the end of the hand. “She’d be yours, of course.”
“Slavery isn’t legal here, and I don’t want to be responsible for some woman for the rest of her life. Sounds too much like marriage. I like my life just fine, thank you.” Drunken laughter rang out as the men surrounding him laughed at his joke.
Markland eyed Nicholas’s money. “How much you got?”
Nicholas counted. And then he had to recount because somewhere in the middle he’d lost track. “Enough to cover the wages of a maid for about a year. I guess your daughter could serve in my household for that length of time.”
“She comes back untouched?”
“I don’t beat my staff, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Markland regarded him for a moment with troubled eyes. He caught Nicholas watching him and glanced meaningfully at the men gathered around him. Leaning forward in his seat, he said in a voice so soft Nicholas had to strain to hear the words, “That’s not what I’m asking.”
“No, I’m sure it’s not,” Nicholas responded with an amused smirk. Anyone who frequented the taverns and gambling halls in Sacramento had heard of Nicholas’s reputation as a notorious rake. Nicholas enjoyed the fairer sex, and he had recently ended an entanglement with a beautiful, wealthy widow. Soon, he would be on the hunt for female companionship, but he didn’t make it a practice to bed virgins. Never had. Virgins always seemed like far more trouble than they were worth, and while he didn’t mind scandals, he’d never been one to drag the innocent or naïve into them. He wasn’t an honorable sort, but even he had a line he wouldn’t cross.
He preferred his women savvy to the ways of men, anyway.
“I’m not in the habit of bedding my staff,” Nicholas responded with a shrug. “I am not wanting for companionship.” He glanced over toward the parlor and saw a prostitute loitering in the doorway. He didn’t want her either, but he winked and blew her a kiss. Just to make Markland daft.
“Untouched.” Following Nicholas’s gaze, he said with a scowl, “I want her back untouched.”
Nicholas smiled, enjoying himself. “I make no guarantees,” he said, just to be difficult. “If you’re so worried, call with your ninety and take the pot. And, if she’s as honorable as you say she is, I guess you’ve got nothing to worry about, do you?”
Markland fidgeted, drumming his fingers on the table again. “All right, I’m in.”
Nicholas gave a breath of wry laughter and sat back in his chair. He had thought, by making his reputation clear and giving Markland no assurances, he would back down, his honor overcoming his greed. Secretly, Nicholas hoped his opponent would back down—not only was there a certain delight in having everyone wonder if he had won the hand on a bluff, but a part of him long since silent didn’t care for the direction the betting had taken.
With a shrug, Nicholas pushed his uneasiness aside and said, “All right.”
Twenty minutes later, the contract had been drafted and signed. James Campbell, Nicholas’s business partner and a frequent companion on his trips to the gambling hall, had written it, and the intent of the agreement was clear: should John Markland lose, his daughter would pay his debt by working as a servant in Nicholas’s household. Once she earned enough to pay back what her father owed him, she would be free to go.
“You don’t need to do this, Nicholas,” James said in confidence. “Your reputation will be ruined if you claim her. So will hers. This isn’t a good idea.”
Nicholas shrugged and glanced up at the gentlemen who, drawn by the drama unfolding, had come to stand around the table. James’s disapproval of the arrangement did give him pause. A notorious womanizer like Nicholas, James wasn’t known for his strict adherence to conventional morals. While everyone liked James, he claimed few people as friends—and fewer still did he hold had any allegiance to. What others did on their own time was none of his business. For James to actually voice censure was something of a novelty. Nicholas frowned. He wanted to win this hand, but even he recognized the bad form in allowing Markland to go through with this wager. The tatters of his honor rose up in angry protest. Did he really want to destroy a girl in exchange for his own, short-lived pleasure?
Nicholas focused on the sound of the jaunty tune being played on the piano, using it to drown out both his long-ignored conscience and the low voices of the men who had come to witness the bargain being struck for the fate of a woman. He raked his hands through his hair, considering James’s words. If her father were willing to do go through with the wager, why should Nicholas have any qualms? He owed neither the girl nor her father any allegiance.
With a sigh, Nicholas said, “Her reputation’s her father’s problem, not mine, and mine’s not going to suffer. I know what I am. I’m not folding my hand.”
“You’re drunk,” James told him. “You know you’ll regret this in the morning.”
“Probably,” Nicholas responded with a reckless grin.
“The girl doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t matter who she is or who her father is. She doesn’t deserve this. You’re better than this, Nick.”
“No, I’m not.”
James sighed. “Why don’t you just go home and sleep it off?”
“Because he bet. You really want me to fold and lose my money—our money—because you don’t approve of the other man’s wager? It’s not my fault he wagered what he did and is gonna lose.”
“Not his daughter’s either.”
“Maybe not, but that’s not my problem.” The odd twinge of guilt intensified, but Nicholas wasn’t going to let James ruin the glow of good booze and a great hand of poker. Besides, embroiling himself in a good scandal might serve as an interesting diversion.
“You’re really going to do this?”
James shook his head and warned, “This is stupid.”
“Yup.” He threw back another shot of whiskey, ran his hand through his hair and asked, “You gonna stop me?”
“No,” James said.
“Then put the contract in the pot and let’s be done with this.” He glanced at Markland, who stared at the cash at the center of the table with greed lighting his eyes. Disgust rolled through him for this man who was willing to risk his own daughter for the sake of the game, a man so weak he didn’t recognize when he had been bested. “You can still just call the hundred,” Nicholas urged, carefully enunciating his words to keep them from slurring. “There is no dishonor in betting only what belongs to you.”
“Scared, Wetherby?” Markland asked, his lips curving into a smug sneer, and Nicholas fought the sudden inclination to punch him in the face. “I’ve placed my bet. You can call or fold.”
Nicholas shrugged and leaned forward to push the remainder of his cash into the center of the table to join the rest of the goods in the pot, and he heard James’s wry breath of laughter. Under his breath, James muttered, “You’re right. He does deserve it.”
If anything had sealed the girl’s fate, it had been her father’s words.
“Fine,” Nicholas retorted. “I call.”
Flipping over his hand, Markland said, “Four eights! Beat that Wetherby!”
Nicholas whistled, stunned to find the Markland had a far better hand than he had thought. “That’s a...a good hand,” he said, and the older man leaned forward to eagerly begin collecting his winnings. With a wave, Nicholas stopped him. “Not so fast, my friend.”
Markland stared up at him in bewildered surprise. “You know I have you beat. You said so yourself. I have a good hand.”
“It’s a good hand, but I never said it was the best.”
With the back of his hand, Markland wiped away the sweat dotting his brow as he backed away from the pot. “The jacks and queens are out, so I know you don’t have those,” he said, and Nicholas could almost smell the desperation leeching from his pores, much like the cheap tobacco and equally cheap alcohol already did. “You can’t have the kings or aces—I think Campbell had at least one of those. I have the best hand.”
With a smile, Nicholas said, “I don’t have four of anything, that’s true.”
“Then what?” But even as he said the words, Nicholas watched Markland’s face fall as the older man finally realized which hand he hadn’t taken into account. Nicholas leaned forward, and to Markland’s dismay and Nicholas’s everlasting delight, he turned over the best hand in poker: the royal flush. Without another word, Nicholas collected his winnings and the contract. The crowd gathered around the table dispersed, seeking out the next big drama. Looking back at Markland, who sat at the poker table with his head in his hands, Nicholas said, “I’ll be by tomorrow to pick up the marker. Make sure she’s ready.”
With those parting words, Nicholas left the hall.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Author Interview-Regina Duke

I’m pleased Regina Duke, good friend and a fellow writer from Sierra Romance Writers, could join us today. What advice do you have for writers who are considering indie publishing?

This sounds contradictory, but I would say, “Jump in! Then slow down!” By that I mean that there is a lot of non-writing stuff to learn about the publishing end. I had to figure out the various web sites, set up my accounts, create web sites (still learning there), find indie lists and support groups, and all of that was happening at the same time I was re-editing the novel I decided to publish first. Some people are gifted at web-related tasks. I didn’t even have Twitter or Facebook! So if you are in that boat, jump in as soon as possible and get busy with those areas. Then, once you have a book ready to publish, slow down and proofread it again. (Personal experience speaking, she blushed.) And once it is published, slow down your expectations a bit. We read about authors who are selling thousands of books their first year and our pulse races. But those ladies (and gents) are doing all of the web chores and more behind the scenes. So if your initial sales are slow, don’t worry. Pat yourself on the back for everything you had to learn and do to get that first book on-line!

What was the inspiration for North Rim Delight?

Several years ago, I took a vacation with my brother and his wife to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. They were reminiscing the entire time about all their previous trips to the Canyon and how romantic it was for them in their youth. And I thought, “What a great place for romantic suspense!” Almost every day there was some kind of accident or mishap, so those incidents are not outside the realm of possibility. A helicopter with tourists even crashed while we were there! When I got home, I started working on North Rim Delight.

Cast the movie—who would play Terri and Russ?

This is a great question! OMG. Let’s see… Keanu Reeves isn’t buff enough, but he’s a hunk! George Clooney is 20 years older than my hero, but hey, he’s George Clooney. Oh, oh, I know! Can I have David Boreanaz? And for Terri… hmmm. Strange. The women don’t pop immediately into my head. LOL! Someone slender but realistically so, slightly athletic because she’s so active, with a big dose of girl-next-door. Any suggestions?

What are your other passions outside of writing?

Oh, dear, I hope you’re not sorry you asked! I am passionate about dogs. Dog training, dog rescue, dog shows (eventing, not the beauty pageant), trick dogs, therapy dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs. That’s why there are so many in my books. They play such a huge role in my life, it’s hard for me to conceive of characters who do not have dogs in their lives. (I like cats, too.)

Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers?

I’ve recently begun a workout program to make sure I get some exercise every day. When I write, I go into a “zone” where time seems to stand still. Unfortunately, so does my derriere. If only I could rig a platform for my computer, something I could carry over my shoulders that would allow me to write while walking! LOL! And you would not believe the laughter when I try to determine on my living room floor whether a character (like Russ) could actually physically perform a move in a book. I’ve decided I should hire a stunt man to proof these moves, because if my body has to do them, poor Russ is in a lot of trouble.


Terri Baker is through with men! But her abusive ex-boyfriend Gavin has other ideas. Meanwhile, she is grieving for her beloved German shepherd. She heads for the Grand Canyon to get away from it all. But three men are chasing her. One wants her money. One wants her heart. And one wants her life.

Russ Camino is a bounty hunter with a haunted past. He made a promise that he must keep, and he has no time for women. Not even when he meets one who makes his pulse race. When he discovers that the hit man he is following is after Terri, he knows that he must protect her at all costs.

Excerpt (Russ's "girls" are German shepherds):

Russ spoke again. "I'd love for you to come to my place in Reno and meet my girls.”

Terri's heart leaped in her chest.

"I think they'd really love you," he added as they reached the porch of their cabin. He paused with his hand on the door knob. "I'm a pretty good judge of who they'll like," he said, "and I think they'd cover you with kisses."

Terri looked into Russ's eyes and wished he would cover her with kisses. Then she blushed at the thought of it. But as if he'd read her mind, Russ pulled her close and kissed her softly on the mouth.

A moment later Terri's arms were around his neck. He smelled so good, like sunshine and good health and something slightly tangy that she couldn't put her finger on. Then she remembered the gun in her hand the night before and knew it was the firearm and its holster adding to the montage of scent. She felt a yearning deep inside, and the desire to satisfy it pressed her closer to him, until they were thigh to thigh, chest to bosom, and the kiss grew warmer and more insistent.

At last they had to break off the kiss in order to breathe.

Terri was suddenly aware of a pair of tourists walking by on the path. "Maybe we should go inside," she murmured.

"Good idea." Russ's voice was now a sexy baritone, husky with arousal.

"One of us should open the door," said Terri, mesmerized by his brown eyes.

"Another good idea," murmured Russ. He fumbled behind himself for the door knob, but had to half turn to use the key. They moved indoors without separating. Terri let her tote slide off her arm to the floor. The heat of their embrace made the cabin feel overly warm. Russ pushed the door shut and turned the lock with one hand while the other pulled Terri into a deep kiss. She began to moan, and the sound made Russ’s blood pound in his ears. He felt like a teenager again. The excitement of her touch was overwhelming. He marveled at the scent of her, the sensuous sweetness of her mouth.

They turned their faces to the side for a breath of air.

“Oh, Russ, you feel so good,” whispered Terri.

Russ wanted to reply but only managed an affirmative mumble.

Then Terri’s cell phone rang.

Terri groaned in disappointment.

Russ whispered, “Ignore it.”

But it kept ringing.

“I can’t,” said Terri. “I’ll wonder who it was until I look.”

Russ pulled away. “I know. I understand. Go ahead.”

She reached down into her bag and pulled the phone out. The tiny screen told her the caller was Gavin. Russ saw it, too. Suddenly he was more alert. He nodded at her to answer.

Out of habit, Terri answered in speaker mode. “Hello?”

The anger in Gavin’s voice chilled her.

“You slut!”

From North Rim Delight

And the novella sequel, Woof in the Wedding Plans,

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Friday, December 9, 2011

Cover Art for Roar

No release date yet, but just got the cover art for Roar! and couldn't wait to share!

Focused on the bottom line, corporate paralegal Linda Underwood answers to no one. Linda’s world is torn apart when a bear shifter turns her romantic weekend rendezvous into a desperate struggle to stay alive. Now a recently-turned shifter herself, she is determined to beat the affliction by ignoring her newly awakened beastly impulses.

After the accidental death of his wife, shifter Flynn Cromwell finds solace immersed in his computer network security work in a remote mountain cabin. When he discovers Linda’s ravaged body near the brink of death, he’s compelled to protect her.

Can Flynn save Linda from her own stubborn nature and defend her from a vicious shifter with a taste for her blood?

If you like Kate and Jack, they also make an appearance in Roar!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Raine Delight-Sat Shifters

What inspires your stories?You know that is the one question I dread answering as an author. Ask me on my characters, stories, upcoming attractions but ask me what inspires something and I am at a loss. Well I take that back…not exactly a loss but it is hard for me to get the right words to explain what inspires me.
Everything inspires me…a news article, passing snatch of a song on a radio, heck something that may have happened in my life. All is up for fodder for ideas and yes, I do use creative license to make them a tad bit more interesting *grins*.
I think writing a new story is like making a new recipe. You have a dash of this, a dash of that…stir it all up and add in some yummy bits to make something so decadent, you want more.
For my Devon Falls series, I used a combination of my home town and my former places of employment to create the town of paranormals. Each time I wrote a Devon Falls book, it grew and more characters popped up to clamor for a story. For example, my hometown has a candy shop where I actually knew the owner and his family who made and sold these yummy treats. That was the basis of Sticky Magic and then it grew. I seem to add to it each time I go back to Devon Falls and frankly I like adding to it but dang if it isn’t hard to keep up. At this time I have five books written and currently available (fifth book comes out in December 2011) and the final five books will be out late-2012/2013.
For my Space Pirates Series, I read a science article online on what would happen to the Earth if there was a freak Gamma Explosion that hit us and of course, it helped I was watching Johnny Depp play Captain Jack *grins*, that my Space Pirates were born. Creating a new series where the skies the limit has been exciting yet I research constantly to make sure I get the science right.
Another series is based on my fascination of the BDSM world and the many stories I read about it lately. Club Fantasy series is a paranormal, of course, with two very hot co-owners and lovers. This series is pure imagination but the question of “What if you stepped in this club and found a side of you that you never knew existed?” fascinated me and had me thinking ideas. This was intriguing and the basis of Desires Unleashed was born with a heroine who finds her falling for two very different men that leave her panting for more.
Then there is a brand new series coming that I call Destined Mates. It takes the questions “What happens when fate decides who your mate is and it’s not the person you expect?” and I turn it on its ear with a paranormal angle. The first book, Bewitched by Destiny, is about a cranky were-panther who finds his life turned upside down when the mating mark hits him and his fated mate is none other the witch next door…the aggravating woman who loves to spell his mailbox to explode each week over so me imagined slight. I love playing with this series because the ideas are endless.
My muse is a nut that likes to leave me hanging and keeps me jumping with ideas. With each story a little bit of me goes in there and frankly that is how I like it.
So what inspires me? Why everything and anything, dear reader. I hope to continue entertaining you in the future with more books and steamy fun.
Raine Delight loves to be pampered by her harem of men that exist solely for her pleasure. Wait…..that was in a movie she saw. Hey, she can dream. J Raine loves to fight with her muse, attack her manuscripts and find a way to silence the many voices in her head. Inspiration hits at odd times and for Raine, a blank word document page gives her many possibilities on story ideas. Living with her two kids, a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t seem to mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. With a love for Johnny Depp, movies and 80’s hair bands, Raine finds a way to bring all her chaotic thoughts into a story that tells her readers about love and romance.

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A wolf shifter finds that falling in love is the least of his problems when the woman he is destined to be with is none other the one woman who won’t melt when he pulls out the charm. Can he show Jaxon that falling in love with him is the best part of living?

Rodrick Dracon is the twin heir to the Dragon Inn. When he finds himself longing for a mate after being footloose and fancy free, he finds himself drawn to the most obnoxious, brassy woman he has ever met: Jaxon Sinclair. She is the one woman who doesn't melt when he goes by or hangs on his every word. Jaxon is just aggravating and downright sexy as sin! Soon the sparks fly, passion goes into boiling and Halloween approaches. Can this wolf shifter get this woman to heel before the full moon? Will Jax turn the tables on this ladies man and tame the wolf?

He looked even better close up though she damn well wasn’t going to tell him that. He had a swelled head as it was, considering all the honeybees that swarmed all over him. She mentally gathered her defenses. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought she was in lust with Rodrick, impossible as seemed from the way they sniped at each other. Shaking her head slightly, she felt his gaze move to her and heard his startled breath as she walked up to the porch.
“Hey, Rod, slow night?” Jax asked. Her eyes drank in the way his muscles bunched under his t-shirt. She felt her stomach clench, though it could have been the anticipation of food that waited inside the dark mahogany doors. The way he was watching her had her nerves on edge. She didn’t know what the hell his problem was, but Jax was determined to get in and out with her order before Rod pushed her buttons. She just was not up to dealing with him tonight.
“Yeah, seems everyone is getting ready for the Halloween costume dance tomorrow. What are you up to tonight? Got a dinner date?” Rod growled at her, his eyes shining with a glow that almost made Jax take a step back before she caught herself. Shaking her head, she said, “What the hell is wrong with you tonight? I was going to have dinner with Grady, but he got short-staffed and had to cover tonight. I just wanted to see if I can grab a take out from your mom.” Jax marveled at how normal it was between them. Though she thought the hair on his arms bristled at the thought of her on a date, it probably was her imagination. Rod wasn’t interested in her, just the ones who wanted a good time and an easy lay.
“I am sure my mom would love to give you something since everyone knows you can burn water without even trying.” The smile that tugged at his lips had her eyes go wide then narrow in annoyance.
“What the hell would you know about cooking, you jackass? I bet you couldn’t make something if your life depended on it,” she sneered. Her hands closed into fists and she was tempted to smack him for being so damn annoying. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought there was a smile lingering on his smug face.
“Oh, are you challenging me, Jax? Can’t take the fact that I may actually know something you don’t? Want to take that to a test?” Rod leaned forward, stroked a finger down her nose, and said softly, “Afraid that maybe I can do something that will make you readjust your opinion of me?”

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Author Interview Barbara Edwards

Thank you for having me as your guest. I’m Barbara Edwards, a native New Englander with a Master’s degree in Public Administration from the University of Hartford.
I’m a past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America. I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers in Hartford, CT a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends.
I’m married to a retired Police Sergeant. I love Civil War re-enacting, visiting museums, art galleries and battle sites. I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years. I write historical romance, romantic suspense and paranormal romance.
What inspired you to become a writer?
My biggest influence was my father. He read to my sister and I every night. We heard Robinson Crusoe, Tom Sawyer, Tarzan, Huckleberry Finn, Little Women, and many more a chapter at a time. It was magical and I wanted to tell stories of my own.
Who are your favorite romance characters (besides your own?)
I love Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler, and always dreamed of ways to make their story end happily. Roarke and Dallas from JD Robb give me so much pleasure I look forward to every book. I have a hundred others, but don’t want to offend any of my friends by not mentioning their work.
Tell me what inspired this story.
The Finding Rhodes End Series and this story started with a nightmare. I grew up next to an old cemetery in New England and there were nights I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid something creepy would appear. To this day I remember that fear and have new nightmares.
How do you balance your day-to-day commitments with your writing life?
Not easily. My husband and I are civil war re-enactors and participate in a number of events. I love traveling and never turn down the chance to see somewhere new. We’re also restoring a Gothic Victorian house built in 1875 and planting a garden with antique perennials. So where do I fit in my writing? I have an Alpha-smart that goes in the front seat and I write as my husband drives. When we’re home I plan my day so I write early when I’m more focused, but have learned to just do it.
Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers?
I hope everyone has an ebook reader and checks out the wonderful authors at my publisher’s website. I’ve found some of the best reading material there.
Ancient Blood by Barbara Edwards
Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his vicious attack leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in the tiny hamlet of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try as she might to deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon discovers the man she loves is not a man at all.
Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to Lily. A botanist researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy, he’s determined to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in human form, but instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.
Together they must use their extraordinary gifts to catch Lily’s stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to one another could destroy their growing love or save them both.
“What makes you so important? Or is this another secret?”
Cole’s eyes darkened. “Lily. I’m pushing the line with you. Give me some slack.”
“I want answers, Cole.” She grabbed his arm as he turned and pulled him to a halt.
He gently, carefully drew her fierce grip into his grasp. His golden eyes heated as he lifted her hand to his lips. “I already told you, Lily. You’d have to mate with me to learn all my secrets.”
Urgent need raced from his lips to her center. His scorching gaze melted her from the inside out. All her being longed to step into his arms, to become one in a way she’d never known. She trembled as she recognized the danger.
Thanks for joining us today Barbara! You can find out more about Barbara at the following sites:
Author Website:
Ancient Blood
Buy link for Ancient Blood:

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Meet the Frankensteins

"When I was 9 I played the demon king in Cinderella and it launched me on a long happy life playing a monster.” Boris Karloff
Like Lon Chaney, Karloff started his film career in the silent film industry. After nearly 20 years and 80 films, Karloff became an overnight sensation at age 44 with his portrayal of Frankenstein’s monster, even though the opening credits simply listed Karloff as “?”. A slim man standing 5’11”, Karloff wore lifts and padding to portray the monster. Karloff also played the monster in the sequels Bride of Frankenstein (1935) and Son of Frankenstein (1939).
A founding member of the Screen Actors Guild, Karloff’s diverse career included stage, films, radio, television and recordings. Much later he would give the Grinch his voice and narrated the tale ultimately winning a spoken word Grammy for the recording.
“There is no such thing as a person that nothing has happened to and each person is as different as his fingertips.” Elsa Lanchester
Though she played a variety of roles throughout her long career including, Peter Pan at London’s Palladium and a match-making witch in “Bell, Book and Candle”, Elsa Lanchester is most recognized as the Bride of Frankenstein. Lanchester played dual roles in the film, author Mary Shelley and the monster’s bride. While she was named in the credits as Mary Shelley, consistent with the previous movie, as the monster’s bride Lanchester was simply listed as “?”. Despite the “anonymous” billing, Lanchester had a successful film career including two Academy Award nominations for Best Supporting Actress.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Author Interview-Ramona Butler

I met Ramona Butler through the Sierra Romance Writers Group and I’m excited to have her visit today.
What inspired you to become a writer?
I can’t remember NOT being a writer, so I think I was born one. In fact, I was barely old enough to read when I wrote a letter to the editor of a large, metropolitan newspaper complaining about a pitifully ugly comic strip character -- and my letter was published.
After that, I was always writing something, primarily for my own entertainment. Yet it wasn’t until I retired that I decided to try for publication, thinking I’d like travel writing. So I enrolled in a class at the junior college and soon found myself writing restaurant reviews, a periodic public opinion column, and nostalgia pieces. I even became a stringer for a small newspaper. And yes, I sold a couple of travel articles, but then I decided to try fiction -- and was hooked.
Who are your favorite romance characters (besides your own?)
That’s a tough question, because I’m a voracious reader, and I usually fall in love with the heroine and hero of whatever book I’m reading at the time. But I will say that I’m a big fan of Suzanne Brockman’s Navy SEALs.
Tell me what inspired Sabrina Says.
I had begun writing fiction while I lived in the Sacramento area. After moving to Nevada, a friend from my California critique group contacted me about our writing together, and I jumped at the chance. She would drive up here and we’d hash out characters and a storyline. Then, she would go home to Sacramento and we would begin our back-and-forth, long distance collaboration
Almost immediately, one of our books became a finalist in the notable Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart competition. So, of course, we went to the National Conference, which was in Dallas that year. And even though we didn’t win, we enjoyed our fifteen minutes in the spotlight. Returning home, I discovered that while we were away, four “lonesome cowboys” had erected a huge billboard alongside highway 395, south of Reno -- advertising for lady friends. When I saw the newspaper story about that billboard, I just knew we had the basis of our next book, Sabrina Says, which was out first sale. Sabrina Says was published in paperback by a New York publisher, then published in the Netherlands, and then in the US again in hardcover. And I’m thrilled to report that Sabrina Says is now available on the Internet as an ebook, via Amazon’s Kindle ebookstore. It is also available for the Barnes and Noble ereader (the Nook), and will soon be available for several other ereaders.
Other books that I co-authored with Louise Crawford: Jaded Hearts (Romantic Suspense), Trouble in 3-D, Sagebrush Cinderella, Dance with Destiny, and High Flying Love. All, except for Jaded Hearts, are lighthearted, contemporary romances.
My newest book, Border Heat, I wrote alone. It, too, is a Romantic Suspense.

Border Heat excerpt
A gunshot shattered the silence. And from out of nowhere, a large form, blacker than the black night, slammed her to the ground, covered her. Air swooshed from her lungs. She gasped for breath, twisting, thrashing, fighting the hulk that had landed on top of her. When her knee struck soft tissue, she was rewarded with a oath, then a hoarse, low-pitched, "For God's sake, stop your squirming. I'm trying to save your unappreciative hide!"
Stunned by recognition of that husky rumble, she stilled. "Jess?" Lord, he was heavy. Solid muscle.
"Shhh, don't talk." Words breathed against her temple.
"Get off me, you--"
His callused hand covered her mouth and shut off her words. She twisted again, writhing, bucking--with no success whatsoever.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Author Interview-Regina Duke

I had the good fortune to meet Regina Duke at a gathering of local romance writers and I’m thrilled to have her as a guest today. Regina Duke also writes dog books as Linda White.
What inspired you to become a writer?
As a child I read constantly. I have a memory dating back before kindergarten of copying the print off a page onto a piece of paper. I did not know what the page said at that time, but I felt compelled to write those symbols on paper. I was writing!
My first trip to the library at five years old was memorable because they would only allow us to check out four children’s books at a time, and I read all four in the car on the way home. There were never enough stories! So I began writing my own as soon as I had access to pens and paper. I shared with girl friends at school. Ironically, although my writing skills always earned As in school, my male English teachers never enjoyed my creative efforts! Not masculine enough, I guess.
Who are your favorite romance characters (besides your own?)
Wow, there are so many! But I love Varene in Cate Rowan’s Kismet’s Kiss, and I want to -be- the kickass heroine in Sandra Edwards’ Staked.
Tell me what inspired this story.
The Woof in the Wedding Plans is about my romance characters Terri and Russ after they return from their adventure at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. They fell in love while Russ was saving Terri’s life, but now it’s October and they have to deal with matters closer to home. I love my characters and it’s very difficult to drop them after writing about their romance. So I was inspired to spend more time with Terri and Russ and see if they could make a go of things in the real world, away from the Canyon.
Since dogs are an inspiration for much of my life, I weave them into my stories as well. Terri and Russ are dog people. I wanted to follow them beyond the original romance and see what happens in their lives as they head toward marriage.
How do you balance your day-to-day commitments with your writing life?
I’m giving away my age here, but I am retired from my “day job.” My current commitments involve dog training, dog shows, and writing in different genres. I have gone “indie” as they say, after spending decades submitting manuscripts to the gatekeepers of the publishing houses. I kept getting wonderful rejection letters, but my work never fit anyone’s “line.”
I get up in the morning and write or edit or do my email and marketing. Evenings are spent in dog classes. And believe me, almost every canine scenario in my stories has happened to me or someone I know!
Now that I’ve said that, I realize that I am finally living the life I dreamed of living. I am writing and sharing my stories, and I am playing with my dogs and my friends. Happy camper!
Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers?
I’m working hard and fast to make my other books available and to write new ones. I hope that those who enjoy my characters and my style will check back periodically and see what other worlds I’m playing in at the moment.
Find out more about Regina at the following links:
Regina Duke’s The Woof in the Wedding Plans,
Regina Duke’s North Rim Delight,
Linda White’s Loving the Sensitive Dog,
Book blurb:
Wedding plans are well along, but Terri hates the plans and hates the planner! She has adopted a German shepherd, but he thinks he belongs to Russ, her future husband, and Russ’s two shepherds are not happy about it. Although Russ is the man of Terri’s dreams, her future father-in-law is turning into the man of her nightmares. Her job is also in danger. And now a phone call has thrown her life into turmoil. Something has happened to Russ!
Come along for the ride as Terri tries to salvage her marriage plans and save her man!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Chatting about The Wolf Man

I'm visiting Karen Michelle Nutt's blog today chatting about that horror classic, The Wolf Man.
Hope to see you there!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Sat Shifters-Karen Michelle Nutt

Karen Michelle Nutt was my debut guest for my blog and I’m thrilled to have her visit again. Tell me about yourself.
My name is Karen Michelle Nutt. As a multi-published author, I spin tales for Tease Publishing LLC, The Wild Rose Press, Highland Press, RJV Publishing, Victory Tales Press and Western Trail Blazers.
Time Travels have been a passion of mine. I have always been intrigued with the possibility of being able to reach back in time and change the past. Common sense says influencing the past is impossible, but I can't help but wonder: What if I can?
Fallen Angels, vampires and shape shifters embrace my darker side where their worlds intertwine with ours.
Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all my stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.
On a more personal level, I share my life with a wonderful man, three lovely children and house full of pets.
My new passion is the wonders of Photoshop. My header for my website and blog were my first projects. I've since created book covers for Victory Tales Press and Western Trail Blazers.
Did you know…
I will never have enough books to read.
I enjoy going to tea with my friends.
I love to travel and I’ve taken a ghost tour in every city I’ve visited.
How long have you been writing?
I’ve been writing as long as I can remember, but I’ve been a published author since 2006 with my debut book, Lost in the Mist of Time.
Where did the inspiration for your Angel Shifter story come from? I’ve been fascinated with the Book of Enoch since I had the opportunity to see the Black Sea Scrolls at an exhibit in San Diego. The Fallen Angels passages intrigued me and I wanted to know more about these angelic visitors that fell from grace.
My fallen angels series is about the Nephilim. They are the offspring of the legendary Fallen Angels and their human mates. For my story, I wanted the Nephilim to share both the angelic world and the human world as well? The Nephilim or the Gregori/Watchers are here on earth to observe the human race and record history.
I thought it would be a little strange if they walked among humans with wings. Face it, not only would they stand out, but they’d end up knocking things over with their over six-feet wingspan attached to their backs. But what if they could use glamour? They could walk among us unnoticed if they could use their glamour and shift from one reality to the other. My angel shifter is born.
Who is your favorite shifter character from TV or the movies? Good question. Hmm… I’m intrigued with the characters Alcide on True Blood and Derek Hale on Teen Wolf. I also loved the short-lived Wolf Lake characters. The series was about a pack of werewolves living in Seattle.
Ahhh Derek Hale, he can do the smoldering glare like no other. What is your writing space like? It’s a desk in the kitchen, which is an organized cluttered mess with research books, books-to-read, pens, pencils, paper, calendar and notepads. I also have printer and phone there for easy access.
Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers?
Visit the author at:
Stop by her blog for Monday interviews, chats and contests at:
To buy links Amazon Author Page with my books:
Other Books at All Romance E-books including Moon Shifter (Werewolves) with the Wild Rose Press:
Blurb for Lucca: Warriors for the Light (Book Two)
Lucca Marlowe is half human, half angel, one of the Nephilim. Banished for crimes against one of his fellow brethren, the elders bind his glamour and wings, casting him to the human's realm. He'll either learn to respect his human side of existence or live out eternity trying.
Lucca does not live a mundane life. Angels and demons demand he do their bidding. His estrange father resurfaces after centuries of being absent and he's brought a friend from Hell.
To make his life more complicated, he fears he found his soul mate in a human female. Only Juliet Romeo has a secret that will bring the wrath of Heaven down upon their heads.
It's a race against time to find out who will end up with his soul.

Blurb for Eli: Warriors for the Light (Book One): At a very young age the Rules of Conduct for the Fallen Angels were drummed into Eli Grigori’s head. Rule number one: Do not befriend a human. Rule number two: Do not interfere in their lives. Rule number three: Do not have relations with a human. Rule number four: Under no circumstances will you ever reveal your true self. He managed to break all of the above.

Ol’ Hallow’s Eve is the day the veil between worlds are thin. It’s the only day out of the year the preternatural beings are allowed to walk among the humans as their true selves. With Eli’s wings bound and his glamour stripped, the Elders send him back in time before Ryden O’Sullivan knew the truth about him. If she is truly his soul mate, then her heart should recognize him.

There are those among the Watchers who are afraid Eli might succeed in his quest for love. If he does, everything will change within the brethren. Hashasheen demons, assassins for hire are sent to take out Eli and Ryden. Eli is a warrior and will fight to keep Ryden safe, but time may be his biggest enemy. The Elders gave him until the end of Ol’ Hallow’s Eve. Ryden must fall in love with him by then or his life will be forfeited.