Monday, September 01, 2014

Monday Mentionables: Honoring Labor Day

Whatever kind of labor you're doing (or not) today, in the United States, here's something to keep in mind:

Friday, August 29, 2014

Friday Fun Facts: How Much Do You Know About Indie Authors and Self-Publishing?

Happy Friday, everyone! If you're in the United States, it's the beginning of Labor Day Weekend - we hope with good weather to round out this summer. Two interesting reads came across my Facebook Newsfeed this week, both related to self-publishing. Now, many of you probably know that I am what they call a "hybrid" author, meaning I'm both published with a traditional press and I've self-published, or indie published, other titles. I have much to say about both experiences, but that I'll save for another post. Today, let's just say that while I do believe that attitudes are changing toward indie authors, many readers do think that DIY publishing is less than authentic. I will say this: for those who do it right, nothing could be further from the truth. Check these out:

12 Things You Should Know About Indie Authors Before You Snub Them

What It Costs To Self-Publish (I actually take issue with the very low figure given to Cover Design. In my opinion, covers sell books. Yes, yes, I know we might not like to admit that, but it's true. I've seen many covers on indie published books that LOOK amateurish. This is definitely one place you don't want to skimp.)

Have a great day and a spectacular weekend, everyone! Go out and buy an indie-published book!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Monday Mentionables: Oh, How We Love Those Reviews!

Good morning, readers! I know I've said it before, but reviews are so crucial - and so appreciated - by authors as we strive to set our books apart from others. I checked my books on Amazon last night and was thrilled to see that

(A) The Promise of Paradise hit its 100th review (!!), with the last 4 being these:

"Loved it"
"This is a cute love story I can absolutely relate to"
"A great story, great characters, and great location."

and (B) Beacon of Love had a lovely 5-star review posted as well:

Thank you, thank you, to all of you who leave reviews. It means so much!

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Writers' Wednesday: What's In A Name? Talking About Book Titles

Happy Hump Day, everyone! Aren't titles - of days, of places, of books - interesting? I blogged over at Long and Short Reviews this week all about my thought process behind titling the 3 novellas in my Cocktail Cruise series. Want to know where the heck Tequila Sunrise, Sex on the Beach, and Between the Sheets came from? Hop on over and see :)

Monday, August 18, 2014

Monday Mentionables: A Review of Against Her Rules by Victoria Barbour

What's up today? Another review of a book included in the Passionate Kisses Boxed Set! This time it's Against Her Rules by Victoria Barbour, a sweet, fast-paced story set in beautiful Newfoundland:

Thriving business? Check. 
Sexual exploits with a rockstar? Check. 
Complete independence? Check. 

Elsie Walsh had it all. Or so she thought. Until Scottish hunk Campbell Scott showed up on the doorstep of her bed and breakfast. He’s making it pretty hard for her to stand by her one rule: No sleeping with the guests. She’s denied some of the world’s hottest actors, musicians, and even royals... but how can she keep Cam out of her bed, when he’s invaded her head and her heart? 

Campbell Scott went to the wilds of Newfoundland with one thing on his mind: sketch some birds, and then get back to his playboy lifestyle in London. But one look at his sexy hostess and there’s a whole lot more in the air than sea birds. Rejection isn’t part of his vocabulary, and Cam sets out to not only convince Elsie that he belongs in her bed, but by her side at the Heart’s Ease Inn.

Victoria Barbour has a wonderful writer's voice, and the setting and characters come alive in this story. Elsie is full of fire and determination, and Cam is a sexy Scot who meets his match in Elsie and finally realizes that there's more to relationships than jumping in and out of bed. While there are great, hot sex scenes in this story, it's mostly about the whirlwind romance between these two. It's a very sweet, sincere story about two people who meet and just know they're supposed to be together. They don't hem and haw around but give in to their feelings and make us, the readers, believe that it can be that magical for us as well. The setting also comes alive with rich detail - now I want to move to Newfoundland! I'm glad there are more books in this series, because I will be picking up Hard as Ice, the next, to find out what happens in the town of Heart's Ease next!

And don't forget, readers - you can own all ten of these sizzling romances for only $0.99. Our set is still on sale - just click below!

Friday, August 15, 2014

In Memory of Robin Williams

It was  a sad beginning to this week, the announcements of Robin Williams' death. Among the many tributes, statements, and video clips I've read and watched, I think the one of most poignant comes from this quote by David Foster Wallace about suicide:

“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”

Certainly, the depths that depression and mental illness reaches cannot be underestimated. I do hope that amid the sadness and shock of Williams' death comes a greater awareness of, and compassion for, mental illness and the havoc it can wreak on an individual. 

To the mighty and talented Robin Williams, I hope you're resting in peace. Finally.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Writers' Wednesday: A Peek Inside Book Three

Yes, yes, I know that Sex on the Beach, the second book in the Cocktail Cruise series, just released. But I'm busy at work on the third and final book in the series, Between the Sheets, where single mother Andrea and dance instructor Sebastian get their romance (finally!). Want to see a peek inside one of the early scenes?

Her cabin was twice the size of his, with a sliding glass door that led to a balcony. Precioso. So beautiful. He stood for a minute looking out into the black. She closed the door and slipped off her shoes, silver sandals with buckles that glittered. She sank onto the small loveseat and stretched out her toes. “I don’t have anything fancy to offer you to drink,” she said with a little laugh. “I think there’s bottled water or cold sodas in the fridge, though.”
“It is fine. I do not want anything.” Sebastian picked up the television remote. “May I? There is music on some of the channels. Good for relaxing.”
She nodded. “Go ahead. I don’t even know what’s on.”
He found a station playing soft Latin music, the one he sometimes listened to before bed.
Her head dropped back on the loveseat. He remained standing where he was. “Do you like working here?” she asked.
“I’m not –” What was she really asking? Women, American women especially, always seemed to have a second or third meaning in their words. Did he like the guests? The captain? His actual job of teaching three or four classes a day to people who didn’t know the difference between the cha cha and the mambo?
“I know you said it was a good change for you.” She opened her eyes again. “But what do you really think? You’ve been on board – how long? Almost a year?”
He nodded.
“What do you think we could change? What would make people happier?”
Ah, happiness. “I am not sure I am the best person to answer that question.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only that I am still trying to figure it out myself. True happiness, what it means, where it comes from. How to find it again after it disappears.”
She looked at him for a long minute, saying nothing. Her eyes shifted to the television, where a blue line zig-zagged across the screen as the music played. “That is nice,” she said. “I don’t know what it is, but you’re right. It’s soothing.”
He hesitated a moment, then held out one hand. "Would you like to dance?"
"Here?" She looked around. “Is there enough room?”
"Does not take much.” He smiled. “I do know this: happiness for me comes when I am dancing. When there is music in my soul, when my feet can move, then nothing else matters.”
She stood, her bare toes peeking out from beneath her dress. “Well, how can I turn down an offer like that?” She took his hand. “I have to tell you, though, except for this morning, when you were showing me the tango, I haven’t danced in years.” She blushed, and her fingers tightened around his. “I mean, I haven’t danced with anyone.”
“It’s nothing. It’s like – what do you Americans say? Like riding a bicycle. You do not forget. It is like breathing." His free hand went to the small of her back. "Let me lead."
A worry line appeared between her brows, and her spine stiffened. He shook her fingers to loosen them. It had been forever since he'd taught a private lesson, since he'd had a woman who looked more concerned about where to put her feet than trying to peel off his clothes. It felt good. Refreshing.
The music changed, and the tempo picked up. He smiled and nodded to himself. They could move easily to this one. But three beats into the song, Andrea turned fire-engine red. She froze, her hand gripping his as though she were balancing on a two-inch ledge. “I’m sorry. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
He pressed his palm into the small of her back. “Just follow. Try to relax.”
Her lips parted in a breathless laugh. "I'm not sure the last time I actually did that. I might not remember how."

The song changed again, and he improvised a few dance steps, just to put some space between them. At that, she smiled, and turned on her tiptoes in the small cabin, mimicking his motion. Ay dios mio, he had a hard time looking away from her. “See? You are very much a good dancer.” She twirled again, only this time she stumbled a little at the end – straight into him. 

Coming in September 2014!!