Friday, August 31, 2012

Special Giveaways!

Starting September 17 and ending October 16 (week days only), The Romance Magicians' blog will be celebrating our Romance Readers Luncheon. 

Our Luncheon keynote speaker will be 

the wonderfully talented 

Sherrilyn Kenyon 

along with our equally talented welcome speaker, 

Dianna Love.

We will celebrate by giving away all kinds of goodies here at our blog. You ask, "What kind of swag?" Well, books, gift cards, books, luncheon tickets, and did I say books?  And more.

So put it on your calendar! Be sure to come by to visit and comment.  Everyone who comments will be included in the drawing for a


Click here to find out more about the Luncheon and buy tickets before they're all gone!

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

What Do Men Want?

All women have asked this age old question and I wasn't surprised by the answers. Well, except for the cuddling. That surprised me.  Check out the article here.  It's a lengthy article but well worth it.

Monday, August 27, 2012

BOOK LAUNCH: Come Celebrate!

  Today is the debut of my first book, an Urban Fantasy Romance (or Paranormal, I'm not picky), Please come celebrate with me and my fellow Crimson Romance Author, Tessa Berkley--who writes Fabulous Cowboy stories.
INCANDESCENT:  Some gifts are unwanted, and Laurie’s Hudson’s affinity for fire is one she hates. It has destroyed her relationship with her family and she has few friends. She’s fought hard to keep the fire inside suppressed, living a low key life as a bartender, until a brutal and charming man blows into her life.

Around Mikhail Petrov, her careful control disintegrates. She is at once drawn to his urbane, cool demeanor and irritated by his overbearing manner. Her options are taken away when he kidnaps her, forcing her into a fight she wants nothing to do with.

As she learns to survive, Laurie faces the hardest choice of all, her freedom or the destruction of the frustrating man she’s come to care for

 Tessa writes fabulous cowboy stories--I love them!!
Eight Seconds to Glory:
Two souls in need of a dream. Two hearts that need mending. 
Glory Bebee's dream is at hand when she meets undeniably attractive world champion bull rider, Travis Hargrove. Once bitten and twice shy, Glory can't afford to give her heart to a rodeo man that will leave her for the thrill of the ride. When her foreman offers her ranch as a refuse to regain his strength and work for the rodeo, buying bulls, she must ignore the pull of her heart and do her best to complete her father's dream.
Haunted by being trampled by a bull in competition, Travis Hargrove will do anything to earn his place back in the rodeo rotation and another chance at the gold buckle. When the rodeo manager offers him a job of stock contractor, Travis wants no part of it. Yet, a pair of blue eyes and a woman with spunk change his mind.
Can Travis not only regain his courage but win Glory's heart in the process or roar of the crowd to much to give up when there are only Eight Seconds to Glory.
Author Bio: Tessa Berkley loves nothing more than to be immersed in a good story. Growing up in rural Virginia, she would often rewrite books that didn’t end as she imagined. Now, she takes delight in creating her own worlds and heroes clad in boots and spurs.
Tessa loves to hear from readers. You can find her at or via email at tessaberkley at yahoo dot com .Be sure to catch up with all the news at http://tessaberkleyauthor. and on twitter just follow the little blue bird on her home page.
 Author Bio: M.V. Freeman is a native of Minnesota, but calls North Alabama her home. She is a member of RWA, and the chapters: Georgia Romance Writers, Southern Magic, and Heart of Dixie. By day her mind is filled with medical jargon at the local health clinic, but at night she finds herself exploring alternate worlds within our own. Heavily influenced by Slavic languages and culture, you will find she weaves these elements into her stories. Her award winning current story INCANDESCENT is the first in a series. She is currently working on the second book in the series while plotting another story. When she is not writing, she's reading, cooking, throwing around kettle bells, or making coffee.
twitter @MVFree
We have prizes for some of our commentators--what do you like to read? Urban Fantasy, Cowboy, Contemporary, Historical, Paranormal?  We'd like to know!
M.V. Freeman and  Tessa Berkley

Friday, August 24, 2012

Tessa Berkley, Crimson Romance Author

Tessa Berkley is a fellow Crimson Romance Author, she writes delightful Cowboy stories--with wonderful heroes. I wanted to introduce you to her before we both celebrated together on Monday--we are both going to celebrate our Book Launch on Monday. :)
So please join me in welcoming a truly wonderful person! :)

Tell us about your book:
Two souls in need of a dream. Two hearts that need mending.  

Glory Bebee's dream is at hand when she meets undeniably attractive world champion bull rider, Travis Hargrove. Once bitten and twice shy, Glory can't afford to give her heart to a rodeo man that will leave her for the thrill of the ride. When her foreman offers her ranch as a refuse to regain his strength and work for the rodeo, buying bulls, she must ignore the pull of her heart and do her best to complete her father's dream.

Haunted by being trampled by a bull in competition, Travis Hargrove will do anything to earn his place back in the rodeo rotation and another chance at the gold buckle. When the rodeo manager offers him a job of stock contractor, Travis wants no part of it. Yet, a pair of blue eyes and a woman with spunk change his mind.

Can Travis not only regain his courage but win Glory's heart in the process or roar of the crowd to much to give up when there are only Eight Seconds to Glory.
This is a fun read--I know, because I read it. :-) I really enjoyed the dialogue--and the chivalrous hero!
What inspired you to write this book?
I’ve always been a fan of the rodeo. Growing up, I rode in western pleasure classes at the local rodeo and was often picked to hand out the ribbons and trophies to the “older cowboys”.  Growing up watching those wonderful westerns on TV, it seemed a natural progression to mix the two. The lure of our cowboys, our knights in denim and spurs, has never seemed like anything but a labor of love.
I love your descriptions--and how you speak of doing this. I've never seen a rodeo--but have always wanted to. My daughter *adores* horses.
What do you like most about writing?
What do I like most? Hm? Well, as I ponder this question, I can say that writing words and seeing them magically appear is amazing. When I write, I hear the voices of the characters in my head. I can hear the sounds that go on around them and sometimes if I am still enough almost catch the scents they are smelling. I am very visual. I once had a rejection because my story sounded too much like a movie. I often wondered if that was good or bad. Oh, I think that is good--I see my stories like a movie. I can hear the voices and see the movement. I want that visceral feeling. So I applaud your ability! Fantastic. :)
What do you like least about writing?
Least? I think the time it takes. I know what I want to see, what I want them to do. But, there are times, that I wish I could write as fast as my mind is thinking. My mind’s eye can see the whole thing. I always think I’m giving too much or too little. I’ll go back and tweak, adding, changing until finally my writing partner says.. STOP.LOL! I understand that. It takes time and it is painful. Very painful. Awesome that you have a writing partner that can tell you when to stop.
Are you plotter or a pantser?
Well, I would say I pants, meaning I might know some of what will happen but I’m not the type of person who plots every scene makes infinite list of scenes and what is going to happen. I have friends who do that. When I look at their stories, I feel like such a wimp. You are not a wimp. If I had everything lined out, I'd cry. So I understand how you do things.
When do you prefer to write? Morning? Evening?
I can usually write anytime. I get up in the morning write till lunch take a break maybe do some housework, write some more till about 4 pm. Then, fix supper and write again from 8 to 10 pm. Oh, I Like your discipline. This inspires me. The fact that you can write anytime is fantastic.
Who do you identify with the most in your story?
Oh loaded question! I think I identify with Glory. I always fall in love with my hero. However, Glory is braver than I am. I wish I had half her spunk. I love the housekeeper too. Alma is modeled after two people in my life, my Aunt Minnie from McClellonsville, South Carolina and the woman who helped my mom take care of my Grandmother before I was born, Mrs. Hodgers. I can certainly identify with falling in love with the hero! I could see those characters as I read them. I loved the scenes they were in.
What are you working on now? Can you give us a hint?
Now, hm???? Well, I’m thinking of a new story. One about a young woman who is married to a soldier who dies in service. She has an infant son and is at odds with her father-in-law who doesn’t approve of the marriage. He wants to take her land and her son. Ooooh, that sounds heart wrenching. I am intrigued.

Owever,  What do you prefer Coffee? Tea? or Wine?
Okay had to read this twice. I first read it as whine. I was gonna say I’d already done that. LOL. I am a tea drinker. I heard once that if you drink coffee young, it will make your ears fall off. I wear glasses and if that happened, I’d have nowhere to hang them. Seriously, I am a tea lush. I fill my glass in the morning with ice and lemon, then sip all day long refilling at lunch then at supper.  I do need to drink more water. I hear it’s better for you. I need to be more health conscious. Actually, drinking tea is *awesome* and I think you get lots of water in it. :) Better than soda.
Thank you for coming by! We will have loads of celebration going on Monday!

Author Bio:  Tessa loves nothing more than to be immersed in a good story. Growing up in rural Virginia, she would often rewrite books that didn’t end as she imagined. Now, she takes delight in creating her own worlds and heroes clad in boots and spurs.

Tessa loves to hear from readers. You can find her at or via email at tessaberkley at yahoo dot com .Be sure to catch up with all the news at http://tessaberkleyauthor. and on twitter just follow the little blue bird on her home page.


Monday, August 20, 2012

Writing about Men and Women

James Scott Bell explains it all for you. :-)

P.S. Had the opportunity to take one of Mr. Bell's workshops recently -- highly recommend! He's presenting the workshop in Cincinnati in September; check it out here.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Conspiracy Theory

When I was little, I used to live across the street from an emtpy wooded lot. It wasn't that large a piece of land, but when you're a child, everything seems bigger. The woods, as we called them, was a vast, mysterious place, made even more intriguing by an empty house that lay at the edge of the woods on the far end, where civilization began again.

The legend of the empty house was deliciously lurid. A crazy man had lived there, the story went, and whenever anyone ventured into his home, he killed them with an ax. I have no idea where this story came from, but the older kids in the neighborhood swore it was true, so we younger kids believed it without question. One time, a couple of the older kids even took some of us into the old house and showed us the wall, where a series of marks denoted his record of kills. Ooo, that was a chilling moment.

Of course, there had been no ax murderer living in that empty house, but why mess up a chilling story with the truth?

I think part of being a storyteller is enjoying a good conspiracy theory. Nothing ever happens by chance in a storyteller's world. There's always a reason for everything, hidden machinations that imparts reason to otherwise senseless acts. And because human beings are hardwired to enjoy stories, we are often willing participants in our own deception. Because who doesn't want to make sense of a senseless world?

So instead of believing a single, unstable man shot the president from the window of a book depository in Dallas, some are utterly convinced that there were multiple gunmen, and any number of perpetrators—Castro, the mob, the CIA—were really behind the assassination. Or that a moon landing broadcast on film was clearly a Hollywood trick to convince us that something as fantastical as man walking on the moon could actually happen.

And you know what? Those conspiracy theories are usually a lot more interesting than the more banal truth.

My Cooper Security series follows a private security firm doing battle with a dangerous group of mercenaries who'll do terrible things for the highest bidder.  With my August book, Secret Assignment, we begin to find out that these merceneries may be involved in a conspiracy that could endanger not only the United States but democratic countries around the globe.  (Yeah, when I come up with a conspiracy theory, I don't play around!)

But part of what I love about a conspiracy theory story is when ordinary people without extraordinary power are able to fight back against ruthless foes with the sheer force of their determination and their honor.  The Coopers and the allies they meet along the way are nothing if not honorable people.  They may be flawed, they may be outgunned and outnumbered, but the bad guys will never be able to beat their sense of honor and duty to the country they love and to the people they vow to protect and serve.
Do you have a favorite conspiracy theory? And do you really believe them, or do you see yourself like I see myself, as a willing, even eager participant in your own deception? 'Fess up!

Friday, August 17, 2012

If Music Be The Food of Love

Before we begin, I want to put on my music professor cap and give everyone a little lesson in the basics of what we 'classically-trained' musicians call "serious music." 

Yes, most of us are terrible snobs when it comes to musical terms. Forgive us. It comes from hours, and hours, and hours of practicing in tiny little window-less rooms with a slightly out-of-tune piano, ugly pegboard walls and even uglier tile floors. The pegboard is supposed to serve as sound-proofing. It doesn't work. Therefore, during those hours and hours while one of us is trying to sing Ombra mai fu by Handel,

 the guy next to us is practicing a Phillip Glass concerto which sounds rather like someone is attacking a piano with an ax. [I once told this particular composer, to his face, that his compositions were "musical self-pleasure" (you figure out the correct term!) because it consisted of the same motion over and over again and the only person who got anything out of it was him. He was not amused.] Is it any wonder we are snobby, cranky lunatics? Where was I? Oh yes! The lesson! 

The general public tends to call all "boring, long-haired music" Classical Music. Music is actually divided into eras according to the style and innovations of each era. The proper delineations are as follows :
Ancient music - the music generally before the year 476, the approximate time of the fall of the Roman Empire. Most of the extant music from this period is from ancient Greece.

Medieval, generally before 1450. Monophonic chant, also called plainsong or Gregorian Chant, was the dominant form until about 1100. Polyphonic (multi-voiced) music developed from monophonic chant throughout the late Middle Ages and into the Renaissance.

Renaissance, about 1450 - 1600, characterized by greater use of instrumentation, multiple melodic lines and by the use of the first bass instruments. 

Baroque, about 1600 - 1750, characterized by the use of complex tonal, rather than modal, counterpoint, and growing popularity of keyboard music (harpsichord and pipe organ).

Classical, about 1750 - 1820, an important era which established many of the norms of composition, presentation and style. Also, the classical era is marked by the disappearance of the harpsichord and the clavichord in favour of the piano, which from then on would become the predominant instrument for keyboard performance and composition.

Romantic, 1820 - 1910, a period which codified practice, expanded the role of music in cultural life and created institutions for the teaching, performance and preservation of works of music. Characterized by increased attention to melody and rhythm, as well as expressive and emotional elements, paralleling romanticism in other art forms.

Impressionist music, 1910-1920, a period in which French composers as well as artists produced art that went against the traditional German ways of art and music. Characterized by arrhythmia, the pentatonic scale, long, flowing phrases and a use of brass instruments as the main parts in creating the texture, rather than stringed instruments.

Modern, 1905-1985, a period which represented a crisis in the values of classical music and its role within intellectual life, and the extension of theory and technique. Some theorists, such as Arnold Schoenberg in his essay "Brahms the Progressive," insist that Modernism represents a logical progression from 19th century trends in composition; others hold the opposing point of view, that Modernism represents the rejection or negation of the method of Classical composition.

20th century, usually used to describe the wide variety of post-Romantic styles composed through the year 1999, which includes late Romantic, Modern and Postmodern styles of composition. 

The term contemporary music is sometimes used to describe music composed in the late 20th century through present day.

Why am I boring your ears off with this bit of music history?   ZZZZZZZZ  Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?     

As writers we will try anything to help plant our butts in the chair and write. And for some, music really works. A few writers go as far as to create a soundtrack for their books in much the same fashion as they create a collage or storyboard. Movie soundtracks are a great source of inspiration for writers. Guess what? Most of those soundtracks are composed by people who are 'classically' trained. When you listen to the soundtracks of :   (These are some of my favorites when it comes to writing inspiration!)

The Last of the Mohicans (Trevor Jones and Randy Edelman)

Gladiator (Hans Zimmer)

Anything (and I do mean ANYTHING) by John Williams

 I am sure many of you have favorite Serious Music composers you listen to as well. This post is my effort to expand your horizons a bit. Here are some less well-known pieces and composers you might want to try.

Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber (Try writing a love scene to this. HOT!)

Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis by Ralph Vaughan Williams
Fantasia on Greensleeves by Ralph Vaughan Williams

Enigma Variations by Sir Edward Elgar

Symphony No. 5 by Dimitri Shostakovich (The last movement is heart-breaking.)

Slovak Suite by Vitezslav Novak

Adagio in G minor by Thomas Albinoni

Concerto in D Major for Lute and Orchestra by Antonio Vivaldi 

Requiem by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

That's a good start. I could go on for days about this subject. (Too late, you say?) There is a wide world and centuries of music out there to inspire, to entertain, to teach, to soothe and lets face it, as writers, we could use one or all of those things - sometimes simultaneously. How about you? Are there any composers who inspire you? Any particular pieces? And does anyone know what the musical term is for a piece of music associated with a particular character i.e. Darth Vader's theme from Star Wars?

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Book Games

Everyone appears to like this game, and we haven't played it in a long time.

Go to page 181 and the first sentence of the first full paragraph and type it in. Then give us the title of the book and author, if not yours. This can be the one you're reading or writing.

If you're writing and not that far into the WIP, then it can be the first sentence of the last paragraph you wrote.

For me, I'm reading in-between writing proposals.

"I can't believe you put collars on human beings," Zach said with renewed disgust.  THE SIREN by Tiffany Reisz. 

This book is certainly not for the faint of heart.

Your turn!

Monday, August 13, 2012

It's Wine O'Clock Somewhere

Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.
Ernest Hemingway
Death in the Afternoon

The virtue of the grape (and chocolate, but that is another post) is often extolled by writers. This got me to wondering, what is your favorite wine and why? For me, there is no competition for sparkling wine. Napoleon said it best, "Champagne! In victory, one deserves it; in defeat one needs it.”  Although, a close second is red wine - any kind will do.  Oh, but let us not forget our good friend white wine.  About a year ago I learned that Pinot Grigio left in the freezer makes an amazing wine slushy. But, I digress.  

So, please share your favorite wine or wine story with me.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Writer's House Tour

Designers do it. Charitable groups do it. I decided I could do it, too. Welcome to the tour of my writer-decorated home! 

The tour begins on the front porch, where a swing underneath a ceiling fan provides a grand spot for drinking iced tea while world-building. Just look at the possibilities. 

Inside the front door, you’ll find a basket full of catalogs and magazines--the source of materials for collages that show my main characters in their favorite places, wearing their favorite styles.

Lucky for me this old dog trot has a wide central gallery, suited to bookshelf after bookshelf, much like a small library, and a reading table with a giant open dictionary on it.

The living room has the obligatory TV. But more important, there’s a chair by the fireplace, and open space beneath the end table to stack the books that have yet to be read. 

Through these French doors is the banquet-sized dining room. The table can seat a dinner party of twelve, but it’s more often called into play as a fine surface to lay out scene cards. There’s plenty of space to manipulate the time line and add extra plot points, as well.

Moving on, you're welcome to pull up to a laptop on the kitchen bar. It’s a great place for research, though wireless throughout the house allows writing to go on anywhere.

The desk in the office accommodates a second computer, a few hundred books on the craft of writing, and scads of old journals and manuscripts-turned-scrap-paper.

In the sun room, there’s another cozy chair with an ottoman, just right for a change of scene

The laundry room? Let’s skip it. That’s where all the neglected housekeeping projects go. The only thing I can’t leave for later is the helper dog, who looks like he’s ready for a walk! 

Can your visitors guess in an instant that they're in a writer's house? 

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Crimson Romance Author: Rionna Morgan

Rionna is one of my fellow Crimson Romance Author's. She's fun, gracious and sharp. She's quick to smile and if I have a question--she's the one I'm going to! Please give a warm Southern Magic welcome to her!  

Author Bio: Growing up out West, Rionna Morgan followed her love of horses to the rodeo arena and her love of English to the classroom and to writing. She has been looking forward to sharing her stories with you her whole life. Rionna is a founding member of Montana Romance Writers; she reads as much as she can possibly hold, and she loves most of all combining the chilling edge of a knife with the sweet surrender of romance. Rionna shares her home in Missoula, Montana with her husband, her four children and the mountains outside her window. Please be invited to stop by --she loves the company.

Thank you so much for having me as a guest on your beautiful site.  It is so classy and professional looking.  I can’t wait to meet all the lovely guests who will stop in.     

n  What genre do you write? Why? Do you write more than one genre?
I write romantic suspense.  I love books, movies, and stories that have the chilling elements of suspense and mystery.  But, I also love that beautiful, sweet kiss that leads to high passion and love that lasts beyond forever.   Ah yes, I agree. ;)

Currently, I don’t write in more than one genre.  I love paranormal.  I keep hoping that my Muse will help me come up with a great idea! I understand that--I keep hoping I have a contemporary in far nuthin'. But who knows, I bet you'll be surprised.

n  When do you write? (Night, morning, when you can...)
I am a midnight writer.  I began this habit while in college.  I have tried to work during the day, but I have four kids, three under the age of 9.  So daytime work is devoted to them.  I also feel like the middle of the night is a bit more freeing…I rarely have that mythical editor standing on my shoulder.    Oh my, four under the age of 9. I'd lose my mind. You have my respect. I can write until 11 but to late I'm toast--but I understand why and when you write. Very cool.

n  What is the easiest for you write? The Hardest?
The easiest elements for me to write are those awesome scenes that happen in my head like a flash or segment from a movie.  I am lucky in that most of the book is written that way.  I am just the record keeper.  You are very lucky-! Maybe if I stand next to you that will happen to Show's that your subconcious is very well developed. :)

The hardest elements for me to write are those that the characters throw in themselves as I’m recording what they’re up to.  For instance in my next book—Judge Thyself First—there is a sign language scene that I did not intend to be, but my characters did.  Then I had to go back in the book and plant the seeds for its existence.  Wild!  But, I love it. Oh, I love those moments too. Very interesting about the sign language.  

n  What is the hardest thing about being published? The fun part?
The hardest thing about being published is trying hard not to be overwhelmed.  There are so many great things happening in publishing right now.  I feel like all of us who are involved are part of this great revolution.  In a way this is the most fun as well.  Knowing that the world of publishing is changing more in these next years than it has in the last two centuries.  Amazing!  …and we’re a part of it.  It is--but very time consuming. I'm on the look out for a minion. You are very adept at handling all of this and so I watch how you do things with great interest!  

n  What do you love to read? Is it different from your genre if so why? If not--what books have you read recently you enjoyed?
I love to read romantic suspense.  Nora Roberts, Brenda Novak, Lisa Jackson, Linda Howard….  I love these ladies!!  Jayne Ann Krenz, Catherine Coulter.  Jeez!  How exciting!!  The book I’ve read recently that I absolutely love is a paranormal by Heather Graham.  Wow!  She is really great at setting a scene and following through. You have a great reach of what you read and it crosses many genres--I think that is so important. I'll have to check on Heather Graham.  

n  Do you have another book coming out? If so when? Small blurb.
I do!  November with Crimson Romance.  The book is called Judge Thyself First.  In it a profiler and an investigative reporter uncover a decades old murder at an Alabama prison.  Now that intrigues...mainly because I live in the south. And I love old murder mysteries.  

n  What other projects are in the works?
My current work in progress…is about an artist who stumbles across a murder scene with a fairy tale twist.  Oooh, fairy know you can put some paranormal in here...Just helping the ol' muse along... :-)  

n  Finally--Coffee or tea?
Coffee in the early morning because I love the smell.  It reminds me of the early mornings of winter, going out to feed the horses and chasing the chilling frost from the air.   Yes! Awesome.

Tea in the evening.  There is nothing like the warm, organic scent of Earl Grey with a little sweet and a little cream to help the day drift away into night.  I do the same thing! Wonderful. ;)

M.V. Thank you for inviting me here today!  I have had such a wonderful time.  

All the Best,

Thank you for coming Rionna, it has been a pleasure. Please check out her book below and read the exerpt.
I hope you can come again!

The Wanting Heart, released, July 9, 2012 by Crimson Romance.
“The Wanting Heart is a sexy, intriguing, modern-day western romance.  A fun summer read.”  -- Kat Martin, New York Times Best Selling Author
Katherine White, a barrel racer from Colorado, lives in a fast-paced world where rhinestones shine, hooves pound, and dreams come true.  She plans on winning World Champion Barrel Racer and being with her friends until she graduates from college.   
She doesn’t plan on the man who broke her heart strolling back into her life.  She doesn’t plan on finding solace in a charming stranger’s smile or falling victim to his knife.   
Blake Spencer, the man who broke her heart, is all cowboy—from the hat on his head to the dust on his boots. He thought it’d be easy, coming back to town, bowing his head a little, saying he was sorry, and all would be forgiven.  But what he didn’t know, what he didn’t plan on, was that the girl he thought he loved had become the woman he couldn’t have. If he doesn’t succeed in changing her mind, it won’t only cost him Kate’s love—it will cost Kate her life.

Will Kate survive the stalking of a serial killer and find what her heart truly wants?
    “It’s late, Blake.  I’m tired.” Kate said.
“Not too tired to be kissing that city feller.”  Blake could’ve kicked himself.  He wanted to talk to her not fight.
“That’s none of your business.  You have no right to be spying on me.”
“I wasn’t spying.  I was watching Cathy.”
Kate stepped into the full light.  “Well, you should have taken her home and been on your way!”
Seeing dark circles beneath Kate’s eyes, Blake studied her.  He saw sadness and fatigue.  “Jesus, Kate.  Did you drive home last night?  Have you even been home?”
“What do you care?”
Blake grabbed her arms.  “Are you trying to kill yourself?”
“No.  I’m living my life.”
“I’ll tell you what you’re doing.  You’re going home and going to bed.”
“Don’t use that range boss voice on me.  You have no right.”
Blake couldn’t listen to another word.  Holding her body, even in anger, was too much for him.  Her words were crushed against her mouth as his lips covered hers.  He lifted her off her feet, molding her body to his.  She’d been nineteen the last time he kissed her.  Her body had grown and filled out since then.  But, he wasn’t thinking of that.  He wasn’t thinking of anything, but how damn good it felt to just hold her, kiss her.  Begging for her surrender, he stroked his hands over her hips, up her back and fisted them in her hair.

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Monday, August 06, 2012

First Crush

The other night I was surfing the channels and came across an old movie I remember watching many times as a young kid. Tarzan and His Mate with Johnny Weissmuller playing the part of Tarzan.

I do remember having a crush on Boy (later movies). The adopted child of Tarzan and Jane's.

And I loved the tree house and all of the animals. Did I want to live there? No. But I remember swinging on vines in the woods behind my grandmother's house and pretending to be in the jungle.

As I watched, I remembered being fascinated by the lack of clothing. No. Not that way. I will admit I learned to appreciate a well toned body.

Not until Daniel Day-Lewis played Hawkeye in The Last of The Mohicans, did I remember that outfit of Tarzan's.

So who was your first crush in the movies or TV?

Friday, August 03, 2012

Wednesday, August 01, 2012


Writing a new book is like being the new kid in school. When I finished Demon Hunting in Dixie and started book two, I felt awkward and shy and out of place, sort of like Evie, my heroine. I didn’t know much about Evie back then except that she was a wallflower. At first, I found it easier to write Meredith, the mean girl. Meredith Starr Peterson is a colossal pain in the tookus, but great fun to write. In Demon Hunting in the Deep South, she gets herself dead and comes back as a vengeful ghost. And Meredith dead is w-a-a-y worse than Meredith alive.

“Meredith.” Evie jumped to her feet. “Holy smokes, you’re dead! What are you doing here?”

Meredith rocked the whole ghost thing, Evie had to admit. She looked good. Better than good. No blood or oozing stab wounds. No gore stained clothes. The Death Starr’s stylish, gray floral sheath dress was belted at the waist and topped off with an elegant cashmere sweater. Black peep toe stiletto pumps with fire engine red soles encased her size five feet. Her sleek golden bob teased her jaw line, not a hair out of place. Evie glanced down at her rumpled sweats, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Good grief, Meredith was a better dresser than she was, and Meredith was dead.

Meredith’s lip curled. “I’m haunting your fat ass, that’s what. You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?”

“Get away with what?”

“Killing me, you porker. What do you think?”

“I didn’t kill you,” Evie protested.

“Oh, yeah?” Meredith looked around. “Then why are you in jail, Lumpy? I may be dead, but I’m not stupid.”

Ansgar rose to his feet with a frown. “She speaks the truth, shade. She did not slay you.”

Meredith’s laser beam gaze shifted from Evie to him. “Who’s the beefcake?”

“Oh . . . uh . . .this is Ansgar,” Evie said, remembering her manners.

“Hmm.” Meredith’s predatory gaze roamed over Ansgar’s hard muscled frame.

“You look familiar. Do I know you?”

“No,” Ansgar said.

“Meredith was Trey’s wife,” Evie said, shooting the Death Starr a nervous glance.

“Before . . . uh . . . you know.”

“I’m still his wife,” Meredith snapped. “The only one he’ll ever have. You’ll remember that, Lard-o, if you know what’s good for you.”

Evie and I danced around one another for the first few months before we became pals. I like Evie. She’s good folks. She’s kind and loyal, and far braver than she thinks. As for Ansgar, the hero, he was great fun to write. Like all the Dalvahni, he’s pretty darn full of himself. At the end of Demon Hunting in Dixie, Evie gets amnesia and Ansgar leaves Hannah, telling himself it was for the best. He soon gets his comeuppance. He can’t forget Evie Douglass and returns to earth with his tail between his legs.

Imagine his surprise and chagrin when he realizes the object of his affection doesn’t remember him. Poor little drop dead gorgeous demon hunter.

Evangeline’s lips parted in a soft gasp of surprise. The sound was too slight to be noticed by the others, but they were not as attuned to her as Ansgar. He could hear her heartbeat and the rush of the blood through her veins. The flowery smell of her skin and hair was intoxicating, the sound of her voice a lover’s caress. Not wanting to frighten her, he schooled his features in the expressionless mask of the Dalvahni warrior. It should have been easy, given his years of training. A warrior did not lose control. But seeing her like this, face to face instead of hidden in the shadows after months of wanting her . . .

A wave of desire engulfed him that left him shaking with need.

Some small measure of his feelings must have shown, because Evie’s face went white with shock. Her eyelids fluttered and her knees buckled. With a muffled curse, Ansgar sprang across the room, catching her as she fell.

“What’s the matter with her?” Addy cried, rushing over. “What did you do, Blondy?”

Ansgar did not answer her. He could not. Holding Evangeline in his arms again felt too damn good. By the sword, he’d been too long without her warmth and sweetness. She was like a drug, an addiction to him. How could he hope to resist her? But he had to try. He was not good for her.

And she was not good for him, he reminded himself sternly.

It was a familiar litany, one he’d recited countless times as he struggled to stay away.

With her, he became someone else. She shifted his vision of reality, his vision of himself. For eons, he had known the universe and his place in it, his purpose and his duty.

Until Evangeline. She’d changed everything. Changed him.

That is why he left.

That is why he returned.

It all works out, of course—hey, this is a romance!—but not before Evie gives Ansgar what-for for leaving her. And there are complications. Evie is a murder suspect and there are demons on her trail.

I had a ball writing Demon Hunting in the Deep South. I love my characters and we became great friends. I was very comfortable with them and their story, kind of pleased with how it all turned out, to tell you the truth.

And then it was time to start book three, Demon Hunting in a Dive Bar. Here I go again, the new kid in school.


To celebrate the release of DEMON HUNTING IN THE DEEP SOUTH, I'm giving away 2 copies of the book, so leave a comment.  ;-)