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Friday 5 December 2014

Guest Author: Georgiana Louis

Sarah’s Duke by Georgiana Louis
Sexy Regency Novel from Steam e Reads


 Blurb:
Sarah Collins is a vicar’s daughter from Somerset and she has one goal for her Season in London—to find a husband that can provide for her and her family. She doesn’t need a great fortune or a title, she would actually prefer not to have to go into London ever again. She has little to offer other than her beauty and a pleasant temperament, but she is hoping that will be enough to secure her a man who will be kind to her.

Oliver Lyre is the newly inherited Duke of Lincoln. Born as the spare son, he never expected to inherit his father’s mantle, and has neither the skills nor the desire to enjoy the benefits of his rank. He knows that he must marry a lady befitting of the position, but when he rescues the beautiful Sarah Collins one night, he can’t imagine living without her lovely smile in his life.

Should he marry the delectably sweet virgin who would undoubtedly make a horrible Duchess, or do what duty demands of him?

Excerpt:
Sarah bit her lip and appeared thoughtful for a moment.
“I don’t believe you can fall in love in just two weeks. But passion, yes, I have found that.”
Pure rage filled Oliver. Red clouded his vision as his temperature rose and sweat drops popped out on his upper lip.
“Passion? You have found passion with him?” He advanced on Sarah like a lion circling his prey. His shoulders ached as he flexed and stretched his muscles.
Sarah nodded and Oliver growled, pulling her into his arms. The need to stake his claim on her undeniable as his fingers wrapped around her tiny waist.
“Like the passion you have found with me?” He ducked his head and ran his lips down her smooth throat.
Sarah gasped but leaned into him. “That is not fair to say to me. You do not want to marry me.”
Oliver chuckled against her skin. “I would if I could,” he pressed his lips to the spot beneath her ear and inhaled the sweet scent of rose petals.
“Pardon?” Sarah shrieked, pushing hard against his chest.
“Sarah, you have no idea how much I want you,” Oliver admitted, rolling his hips against her which caused his prick to harden and throb.
“You want to seduce me, you do not wish to marry me.” Sarah went to pull away again, struggling harder but Oliver held her tighter. He had to make her understand.
“I would never seduce you. I would marry you in a heartbeat if I wasn’t a Duke.” Oliver murmured beneath her ear.
Sarah laughed again, with so much bitterness and anger that when she tried to pull away he had to let her go.
“What do you call this then?” She motioned angrily to their surroundings with flicking hands. “Is this the part where you offer to make me your mistress instead? Or do you already have one like most men of rank do?”
The jealousy in her tone and disgust at the subject was obvious in her face.
“I would never insult you with such an offer.”
Sarah’s eyebrows rose high in silent question.
“And no I don’t have one.” He couldn’t believe she had asked him such a question.
“Well my lord... I’m sorry... Your Grace, from what I have learnt in the past few weeks it would be very unusual for you not to have one, and insulting in the extreme for you to say that you would marry me if you could.”
“I’m not lying, I have never had a mistress, but I am aware that most men do. And I was speaking the truth, I would marry you in an instant if I had met you two years ago.”
She had to believe him, he was telling the truth.
“What’s different now?”
“Everything.” Oliver said, turning away from her. Memories bombarded him, cold sliding over his spine and skin.
“My father once told me that I was born because he needed a spare, but he had no real reason to need one. He had actually wished for a daughter the night I was born. In ten generations the Dukedom has always passed from first son to first son. I am the only second son to inherit in my family, and my mother has spent my life telling me I wasn’t needed... or really wanted.”
“Oh, Oliver,” Sarah reached out her hand to touch his shoulder, the effect like throwing a small stone into a still pond. The ripples cascading out in increasingly large waves.
With a frustrated roar Oliver grabbed her and spun, pinning her up against the wall. His hands landed on either side of her and he stared down into the liquid violet eyes that haunted his dreams.
“You will never know how much I burn for you, only you.”
“Show me,” she whispered, placing her small hands against his chest.
Oliver moaned and swooped down for a kiss, plundering her warm mouth with his tongue, all restraint gone. His hands curved around her slight body and he moved to her breast, kneading and stroking the soft, abundant flesh through the silk of her dress.
She was like liquid heat in his arms, pressing against him and making soft, mewling noises that made his blood boil. He slid his other hand down to her rounded bottom and pulled her snugly into him. She fitted so perfectly that he couldn’t help imagining how easily she’d take him into her body. 
Sarah threw her arms around his neck and Oliver groaned against her lips. He pulled back and stared down at her. He had to get closer. His lifted his arms and reached for the ribbons on her dress. He unfastened her bodice and soon he had a plump breast free. It was creamy in the candle light, the erect little nipple a beautiful dusky pink.
“Oliver, you shouldn’t...are you sure...”

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Friday 25 July 2014

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Her Norman Conquest

At the mercy of William the Conqueror, Lady Ann faces an uncertain future as Norman knights fight for her hand.

Left alone after the death of all the male members of her household at the Battle of Hastings, Lady Ann finds herself at the mercy of William the Conqueror. The King intends to marry his knights to Saxon gentry. Ann becomes a useful if not uncooperative ally by using her ability to speak French to liaise with the terrified Saxon women and their potential husbands. She falls in love with a devastatingly handsome Norman blacksmith only to discover King William has plans for her to marry one of his knights.

Excerpt:
London, 1072

“All unwed landed ladies, widows or maidens of childbearing age are hereby summoned to Hertfordshire without delay.”
Lady Ann of Parr balled her fists and glared up at the Norman knight, so mighty, reading his declaration from the back of a horse. Mayhap he believed she would plunge a dagger in his heart. “But, my lord, I have tenants to oversee, an estate to manage. Your king has slaughtered the men of my family and all of my father’s loyal men.” She lifted her chin. “I am the only one left to guide my people.”
The knight stared down at her without compassion. “Gather your belongings. My patience grows thin.”
She pressed her lips together. Bad enough the new king’s army had brutally slain the proud Saxon men and had left them to rot on the battlefield, but since the invasion, their mourning wives and daughters had lived in constant terror of these foreign-speaking brutes. Indeed, few women had knowledge of the French language as she did. She had heard tales about Norman knights ransacking estates in search of documents or details regarding their wealth or lands. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Dear God! Her turn had come to join the stream of highborn womenfolk the beasts had bundled into carts bound for London to meet their death, or worse, forced to marry a murdering Norman knight.
Conceding defeat, she met his gaze. “Very well, when do we leave?”
“Sir Paul de Groote will be accompanying you. He will arrive at daybreak.” His lip curled with contempt. “Make sure you are ready to depart. Two of my men will remain here to ensure you comply with the king’s orders.” The stern knight swung his horse around and returned to his troops.

* * * *

The sun had hardly peeked over the horizon to herald the arrival of Sir Paul de Groote and his troops at her country estate. He had impressed her with his courtesy, so unlike the brutish ways she had encountered from the Norman knights so far. The man was impressively tall and spoke in a gentle tone. He had appeared genuinely remorseful in his delivery of the missive from the newly crowned king. Mayhap not all the Normans had such bad manners.
“You may take your maid and one trunk. We have little room to spare.” Sir Paul led her towards the cart. “You will be taken to Berkhamsted Castle and King William will decide your future.” He gave her a tight smile. “I’m sure you will be impressed at what changes our king has made to England. He plans to build great castles. Have no fear, all the estates will be properly managed under Norman rule.”
She bit back a retort—no need to make an enemy of a man who had at least offered her a modicum of civility. She climbed into the cart with Meg at her side and watched her beloved home vanish into the morning mist. Aye, she had heard tell of Berkhamsted Castle created by Robert of Mortain to protect the king and built with no less than two moats to ensure against any further Saxon uprising. It would seem the Normans had need for such things. Hours passed with no respite and the heavens had opened up, drenching her by the time the wooden structure came into view. Cold, hungry and with a failing spirit, she followed the guards through the courtyard.
Inside the great hall, she gaped in wonder at the impressive opulence around her. The walls rose high on each side, one covered in magnificent tapestries. The other displayed a large variety of weaponry, and centred hung the battered shield depicting King Harold’s coat of arms. A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of the tales spoken in hushed voices about the gruesome death of King Harold. The great king had suffered an arrow to the eye and the Norman butchers had hacked him to pieces. He would turn in his grave if he could hear French spoken as the tongue of his beloved England.
 She smothered a sob. Her sharp intake of breath brought Meg to her side. She brushed aside the bunched cotton cloth offered by her maidservant, lifted her chin and stepped into the Great Hall. “Put it away, Meg, for I fear I have no more tears to shed.”
She pushed down the fear, determined not to cower before the Normans. All about her, guards stood oppressively close. Musky male scent rose from their warm bodies, enhanced by the dampness from the incessant, freezing rain. She glanced at her ashen-faced maidservant and straightened her soaked head rail. Anger shivered down her spine. How dare they treat her in such a manner? 





Friday 27 June 2014

NEW RELEASE!!!!! HER NORMAN CONQUEST







Her Norman Conquest

At the mercy of William the Conqueror, Lady Ann faces an uncertain future as Norman knights fight for her hand.

Left alone after the death of all the male members of her household at the Battle of Hastings, Lady Ann finds herself at the mercy of William the Conqueror. The King intends to marry his knights to Saxon gentry. Ann becomes a useful if not uncooperative ally by using her ability to speak French to liaise with the terrified Saxon women and their potential husbands. She falls in love with a devastatingly handsome Norman blacksmith only to discover King William has plans for her to marry one of his knights.

Excerpt:
London, 1072

“All unwed landed ladies, widows or maidens of childbearing age are hereby summoned to Hertfordshire without delay.”
Lady Ann of Parr balled her fists and glared up at the Norman knight, so mighty, reading his declaration from the back of a horse. Mayhap he believed she would plunge a dagger in his heart. “But, my lord, I have tenants to oversee, an estate to manage. Your king has slaughtered the men of my family and all of my father’s loyal men.” She lifted her chin. “I am the only one left to guide my people.”
The knight stared down at her without compassion. “Gather your belongings. My patience grows thin.”
She pressed her lips together. Bad enough the new king’s army had brutally slain the proud Saxon men and had left them to rot on the battlefield, but since the invasion, their mourning wives and daughters had lived in constant terror of these foreign-speaking brutes. Indeed, few women had knowledge of the French language as she did. She had heard tales about Norman knights ransacking estates in search of documents or details regarding their wealth or lands. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Dear God! Her turn had come to join the stream of highborn womenfolk the beasts had bundled into carts bound for London to meet their death, or worse, forced to marry a murdering Norman knight.
Conceding defeat, she met his gaze. “Very well, when do we leave?”
“Sir Paul de Groote will be accompanying you. He will arrive at daybreak.” His lip curled with contempt. “Make sure you are ready to depart. Two of my men will remain here to ensure you comply with the king’s orders.” The stern knight swung his horse around and returned to his troops.

* * * *

The sun had hardly peeked over the horizon to herald the arrival of Sir Paul de Groote and his troops at her country estate. He had impressed her with his courtesy, so unlike the brutish ways she had encountered from the Norman knights so far. The man was impressively tall and spoke in a gentle tone. He had appeared genuinely remorseful in his delivery of the missive from the newly crowned king. Mayhap not all the Normans had such bad manners.
“You may take your maid and one trunk. We have little room to spare.” Sir Paul led her towards the cart. “You will be taken to Berkhamsted Castle and King William will decide your future.” He gave her a tight smile. “I’m sure you will be impressed at what changes our king has made to England. He plans to build great castles. Have no fear, all the estates will be properly managed under Norman rule.”
She bit back a retort—no need to make an enemy of a man who had at least offered her a modicum of civility. She climbed into the cart with Meg at her side and watched her beloved home vanish into the morning mist. Aye, she had heard tell of Berkhamsted Castle created by Robert of Mortain to protect the king and built with no less than two moats to ensure against any further Saxon uprising. It would seem the Normans had need for such things. Hours passed with no respite and the heavens had opened up, drenching her by the time the wooden structure came into view. Cold, hungry and with a failing spirit, she followed the guards through the courtyard.
Inside the great hall, she gaped in wonder at the impressive opulence around her. The walls rose high on each side, one covered in magnificent tapestries. The other displayed a large variety of weaponry, and centred hung the battered shield depicting King Harold’s coat of arms. A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of the tales spoken in hushed voices about the gruesome death of King Harold. The great king had suffered an arrow to the eye and the Norman butchers had hacked him to pieces. He would turn in his grave if he could hear French spoken as the tongue of his beloved England.
 She smothered a sob. Her sharp intake of breath brought Meg to her side. She brushed aside the bunched cotton cloth offered by her maidservant, lifted her chin and stepped into the Great Hall. “Put it away, Meg, for I fear I have no more tears to shed.”
She pushed down the fear, determined not to cower before the Normans. All about her, guards stood oppressively close. Musky male scent rose from their warm bodies, enhanced by the dampness from the incessant, freezing rain. She glanced at her ashen-faced maidservant and straightened her soaked head rail. Anger shivered down her spine. How dare they treat her in such a manner? 


Friday 9 May 2014

New Release! How I Dumped My Demon by Elizabeth M Darcy


Product Description
Abandoned by her mother at a police station, Megan Stonebridge has no idea who she is or why a demon haunts her nightmares. When the dreams become a frightening reality, she questions her sanity. Putting her faith in a locket inscribed with ancient runes left with her by her mother, Megan must unlock the meaning of the runes before the demon drags her into the underworld. In fear for her life, Megan unknowingly casts a spell that summons a handsome warlock to help her dump her demon.
14+ for adult situations

Excerpt:
Mac smiled brilliantly and spun around in his chair to retrieve a large, cardboard box from the floor. “Today, I want you to start scanning the back issues. When we extended the print shop, we found a stack of old newspapers in the attic. This box goes back to 1890. Treat them with care, because the museum has agreed to take the originals once we’re done. Make a file for each year and input all the data in chronological order. Back up the files each day. Questions?”
Yes, why do I get the boring jobs? She suppressed a grimace, dragged the box across the desk, and hoisted it onto her hip. “No, sir.”
 Unexpectedly, she found the old, musty copies of the Windy Cove Weekly interesting and giggled at the advertisements: Outrageous cartoons, promoting the benefits of bottles of life-extending elixir or rheumatism remedy. “Dr. Pierce’s Fountain, Nasal Injector, a contraption, to use with catarrh remedy sold at 60c.” She cringed overa gruesome drawing depicting a bloody tooth with the offer: “Dr. Benjamin (Painless) Brown Teeth pulled—the fourth one is free.”
Megan forced her mind to concentrate on the job at hand, but found not reading interesting glimpses of history difficult. She picked up a copy dated June 15, 1890 and scanned the first page. She blinked and the hairs on the back of her neck prickled at the bold headline across the page, “Girl Sees Demon At The Foot Of Her Bed”. What? She bent low over the desk to read the yellowing paper and a pulse pounded in her ears.
 Annie’s voice broke her concentration. “Megan.”
 What now? She dragged her attention away from the story and met the woman’s gaze. The receptionist pulled a face and tapped her wristwatch. Megan checked the clock on the wall and bit her bottom lip—it was almost lunchtimeOnly two newspapers sat in the Outbox. She had spent far too much time browsing the advertisements. With no time to read the entire article, Megan quickly activated the scanner and hit the print command.
I’ll take a copy home.
To her dismay, Mac sauntered out of his office and strolled toward her. She flicked him a glance and continued to scan the other pages. To her left, the copy slid silently from the printer. Megan removed the newspaper from the scanner, refolded it carefully, and placed it in the Outbox. Her gaze focused on the copy lying in the printer tray. The headline spun out of focus and dripped down the page in long, inky rivulets. At once, the dripping ink reversed, moving across the paper in spidery footprints. Megan blinked twice, staring at a new headline forming in the wet ink. It read, “Megan Summons Demon Lover To Her Bedroom.”
What the...? Trembling, she moved closer to the printer to examine the copy. She had to be hallucinating or something. Shit. Her name leapt out at her from the headline. The age stains surrounding the article shimmered and merged, to form a grinning, horned beast. The inside of her head vibrated with masculine laughter, octaves below any she could recall. Without warning, her head tipped back, and her lips froze under a ghostly kiss. The sickly, sweet smell of violets hung heavy in the air. A wave of nausea hit her and she staggered, knees weak, to slump against the desk. With damp, shaky hands, she gripped the back of the chair. Her vision blurred and sharp pain shot through her temples.
“Sit down, Megan.” Mac took her arm and guided her into a chair. “Have you eaten today?”
Oh, not now, please not now. Megan pressed fingers deep into her forehead. What excuse could she give Mac? Sorry, sir, but I see demons...I promise it won’t affect my job...I’m totally cool with it. I see the things on a daily basis...yeah, right. The man would have her at the funny farm within the hour. She gazed up into Mac’s worried face. He knew everything about her—heck, she’d hidden nothing about her pitiful existence to date. True, the man had kept her confidences and given her sound advice, but could she trust him with this craziness? The room moved in and out of focus, and bile rushed up into the back of her throat. “Yes...I...I just have a headache.”

Saturday 26 April 2014

In The Hot Seat With Elizabeth M Darcy: Amy Rose Bennett- Comment for chance to win Amazon gift voucher




Joining me today is author, Amy Rose Bennett

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Bio:
Amy Rose Bennett has always wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. An avid reader with a particular love for historical romance, it seemed only natural to write stories in her favourite genre.  She has a passion for creating emotion-packed—and sometimes a little racy—stories set in the Georgian and Regency periods. Of course, her strong-willed heroines and rakish heroes always find their happily ever after.
Amy is happily married to her own Alpha male hero, has two beautiful daughters, a rather loopy Rhodesian Ridgeback and a Devonshire Rex cat with attitude. She is a Speech Pathologist, but is currently devoting her time to her one other true calling—writing romance.
Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
As it says in my bio, I absolutely love writing Georgian and Regency set historical romance stories. I also love Scotland so my first two full length manuscripts—‘Capturing the Master of Strathburn’ and ‘Lady Beauchamp’s Proposal’ (still waiting to be published!) are set there. I’m not sure why, but the country and its history fascinates me. But I also suspect it has something to do with being partial to brawny Highland men in kilts…
I’m still exploring different styles of writing—I’ve written some darker-themed tales as well as lighter, happier stories. All have ‘open-door’ love scenes at the hotter end of the spectrum. As a reader I want to read the ‘good bits’ so that’s how I write as well.
One thing I’ve noticed about my writing though, is that I tend to write a little ‘out-of-the-box’ in terms of plotting. I think I’m a bit of a rule-breaker at heart as an author. For instance my heroes are alpha-beta, rather than just straight alphas, and they aren’t afraid to fall in love with their heroines (even if they don’t admit it for a little while). ‘Lady Beauchamp’s Proposal’ also features a married heroine who falls in love with another man—she has good reason to leave her dissolute husband, mind you! It’s risky because some publishing houses won’t even look at a story with adultery themes. But I also think it makes for a dark, gothic-like tale with a strong love story at it’s core. I’m hoping an editor will think so too one day!
In my debut release ‘An Improper Proposition’—an erotic Regency novella—my heroine, a widowed countess, indulges in a rather ‘improper’ dalliance with her younger, very hot footman. So I guess it’s another instance of writing about something that’s not the usual…and a little bit naughty ;)
I should probably also mention that I’ve recently dabbled with writing a novella sent in the recent-past—the 1950’s—as I wanted to see if I could write something a little more ‘modern’ that was also lighter in tone. I had such fun writing it. It meant I could use 20th century words and phrases like ‘thunked’, ‘get a grip’ and ‘Miss-Goody-two-shoes’. It’s set on the Jersey Shore in 1953 and focuses on a second chance romance between a returned army nurse and a US air force fighter pilot.
Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
Since deciding to knuckle down and get serious about writing nearly two years ago (because I dithered about for years before that, telling myself I’d write that novel one day), I’ve completed two full length (100,000+ word) novels, two novellas (one published) and I’m currently into my third work-in-progress (another Regency). So I feel like I’ve been quite productive after being a long-term procrastinator. I write every day now and I’m lucky that I can write almost anywhere! At the moment I’m also fortunate to be in the position to have a year off from working as a Speech Pathologist so I’m definitely writing as much as I can!
Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
I always write an outline of the overall plot—I have to know where my story is going before I sit down to write even the very first chapter. But I don’t plot meticulously. I like to work out the finer details along the way, so I guess I’m a 2/3 plotter -1/3 pantser hybrid. And there’s nothing better than the buzz you get when your characters seem to come alive and tell you what to write. I so love those moments!
Q:  What qualities do you instil in your heroes?
All of my heroes (so far) have had military backgrounds. So courage, duty, loyalty and honour are central characteristics. As I mentioned before, they also aren’t afraid to fall in love. I’m not overly keen on creating arrogant alphas who won’t overtly show their feelings through their actions, or admit they are in love with the heroine until just about the last page (like in bodice rippers of old). My heroes also have a sense of humour and like to tease their heroines at times—I love writing banter!
Two of my heroes (in my larger stories) are also a little damaged emotionally—and of course their heroines help them with the healing process. Aside from being intelligent and caring, my heroes are all tall, dark and handsome with athletic, muscular physiques—basically drop-dead gorgeous…And it should go without saying that they are all awesome in (or out) of bed ;)
Q. Coffee or tea? Coffee
Q. Beach or countryside? Both!
Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
I don’t know if the UK or the Jersey Shore are considered exotic, but I do like to write about different places—and different times.
Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
History itself, songs—I often conjure scenes in my head based on the mood or imagery created by the lyrics of a song. Sometimes pictures inspire ideas—for example the wonderful Dunnottar Castle in Aberdeenshire, Scotland gave me an enormous amount of visual inspiration to help create the gothic mood in ‘Lady Beauchamp’s Proposal’. It’s hard to pin down what fires my imagination exactly though!
Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I’ve entered a fair few contests for unpublished authors (Romance Writers Australia and Romance Writers America contests) in the last year or so, so I’ve learned to deal with the not so glowing contest feedback I’ve received at times. So that has certainly helped me cope with the feelings you get when rejected by a publisher. Contest feedback will also give you an idea of whether your story is close to/at a publishable standard as many contest judges are published authors, editors or contest finalists themselves. You’ll be more likely to get the magic ‘yes’ or at the very least a revise and resubmit on a submission rather than a whole bunch of ‘no’s’ if you are aware of your readiness for publication.
I’ve also had a few ‘kind’ rejections from some publishing houses and a couple of agents too who took the time to evaluate my writing and offer helpful suggestions. Those types of rejections I really appreciate as they’ve made me take a long hard look at my writing then consider ways to improve it. I try to look for the positives—even though I didn’t quite make it, the editor or agent obviously saw potential in my writing. So I always try to learn something from these types of rejections.
In the end though, all you can really do is keep on submitting your best polished effort with the belief that one day you’ll get ‘the call’. So don’t give up!!!

Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
Whilst I’m a devotee of historical romance, I also read across a range of genres. My favourite historical romance authors are Anna Campbell, Sylvia Day and Julia Quinn (too name but a few). I’ve just started to read Anna Lee Huber’s Lady Darby mysteries and am really enjoying those. I also love crime-thriller novels (favourite authors are Nicci French, Minette Walters and Elizabeth George), historical novels (like those written by Phillipa Gregory) and paranormal YA series (such as the City of Bones and Clockwork series by Cassandra Clare). Janet Evanovich is one of my go-to authors when I need a good laugh. I absolutely love her Stephanie Plum series!
Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
So far I’ve been focusing on writing one story at a time. But if the muse strikes for another story, I make sure I note down my ideas before they’re gone! I don’t let the lure of something new and shiny distract me from my current WIP. My new characters have to wait for their turn.
Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
Not yet! But if I occasionally get a little stuck between scenes or chapters, I just make myself write through it. I can always fix it later. I also find that fleshing out the scene with pen and paper also seems to help my muse get going again.
Q. What motivates you to write?
You know, I’m really not sure. I’ve always been a day-dreamer since childhood and have always loved making up stories. I guess it’s just part of who I am. Plus I love doing it—writing never seems like work, even when I’m editing.
Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
You need to target the right publisher for your book. So do your research! Check out websites like ‘Predators and Editors’ to see who to avoid. If you are actively involved in associations like Romance Writers Australia you’ll quickly establish a network of writer friends—you can then (discreetly) ask for advice from already published authors about who’d they recommend you target or their experiences with certain publishing houses. Visit e-publishers websites and check out their submission guidelines carefully and follow them to the letter. Become educated about what is fair and reasonable in terms of publishing contracts and look for information about the particular terms of contracts on the e-publishers website. Also look at the titles offered—read samples or download a few and look at the quality of the writing and editing, the cover art and the types of stories published. Also hone your query letter, synopsis and manuscript until they are the best you can possibly make them before submitting!


Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
I’ve recently had my debut release with the Australian e-publisher Steam eReads! ‘An Improper Proposition’ is an erotic Regency romance novella…a cougar/upstairs-downstairs mash-up!
Blurb:
Fraternizing with one’s footman—no matter how young and handsome he is—is not the done thing. But Lady Bianca Wells is going to do it anyway…
Widowed countess Lady Bianca Wells secretly lusts after her much younger, rakishly handsome footman Harry Blake. Even though he has been in her employ for six months, she has not succumbed to her indecorous urges to take him as a lover… until one wicked night at an isolated country inn when she throws caution to the wind and offers Blake a wholly improper proposition.
Harry Blake, the bastard son of a duke and governess, is the epitome of the perfect footman, except for one thing—he fantasizes about seducing his beautiful mistress. When Lady Wells proposes that they become lovers for one night only, he is torn. Even though he wants her with every fibre of his being, he suspects that forbidden fruit once tasted, can be awfully addictive. He wonders if one night of passion will be enough, for either of them—especially now that he realizes he might very well be falling in love with his bella Bianca.
But when all is said and done, Blake can hardly refuse such a tempting proposition, no matter how unwise or improper. He just prays that he can put a smile on his mistress’s beautiful face…
Excerpt:
Set-up: Lady Bianca is feeling shaken after a drunken patron propositions her for a kiss at the inn she is staying at. Her footman, Blake comes to her aid, then escorts her to her room…
The sooner she dismissed Blake for the evening, the better. For a servant who’d only been in her employ for six months, he read her too well. And she had come to rely on him far too much. This growing familiarity between them was a problem, but one she wasn’t fit to deal with right now.
She turned back to address him and her breath hitched. He really was too handsome to be her footman. Even with his black hair hidden beneath his periwig again, his chiselled jaw, wide mouth and sparkling emerald green eyes set him apart from most other men of his station. Indeed he was as handsome as any young buck of the ton. Or so her close friends repeatedly told her. Those same friends—including Lady Jameson—who also whispered to her that she was mad not to have a fuck or two with him.
Stop gawping at him like a foolish adolescent girl, Bianca. Dismiss him, before you do something you regret.
With a trembling hand, she pushed a strand of her blonde hair away from her mouth and found her voice. “Well, thank you again for your timely intervention, Blake. That will be—”
“Do you have any brandy, my lady?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
Blake held her gaze. It was one of the things she liked about him so much. He was respectful yet not easily intimidated by her when she played the haughty dowager countess.
 “Please forgive my impertinence,” he at last responded, his forehead dipping into a frown, “but you’ve had a shock and it might help. Would you like me to fetch you some from the taproom?”
“No, that won’t be necessary, but thank you.” Now was the time to bid him good night but for some reason, she couldn’t do it. She supposed it was because she found his strong male presence reassuring after what had happened only minutes before. She stepped back from the door, opening it wider to admit him. “But perhaps you could re-stoke the fire for me…Tilly has retired early with a headache.”
“Of course, my lady.”
Bianca shut the door after him and leant against the smooth wood panels, watching him as he removed his white gloves before he bent low to toss several logs into the grate. His wide shoulders strained against the navy blue superfine of his liveried jacket as he moved. Such power and grace for such a tall man. She suspected he’d developed his athletic physique when he’d served as a corporal in Wellington’s army. Not for the first time, she wondered how he would look without his livery. She bit her lip.
Stop behaving like a vixen on heat, Bianca. Tell him to go. Now.

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Sunday 6 April 2014

Handling Rejections



Okay, so I've been crowing about my contracts this year....and yes, after 50 published books under my other pen name, I still happy dance because a contract for me is a validation that I have worth as a writer.
Yes, I get rejections and I know all authors have faced rejection at least once in their writing career.

For me, a rejection doesn't mean my life is over. Yes, it is depressing especially when I want my story published by a particular publisher. I'm just like everyone else, I want to have a great agent and see my books out there in the local book store or even better on the NY Times Bestseller List....I mean who wouldn't?

But it's horses for courses, some stories are not a fit for certain publishers that doesn't mean another publisher won't fall in love with your story. When I first started, I sent my YA to all the wrong publishers and those ten 80K+ stories about witches and warlocks are gathering dust because I gave up.
I had no feedback and no idea  how to improve or who to send my work to.

One day I guess I'll get time to read the old M/S again- they are very funny, I remember crying with laughter writing them and so did my BETA reader. Ah those were the days :-)

How do you handle rejections?

What upsets you the most?

We've all had them from JK Rowling  to Stephen King  from the form rejection letter to the one liner....declined.

What upsets you the most?

Me, well  I'd prefer a " thank you for submitting but your story isn't right for us." form letter than one that is condescending.

The best comes from a publisher who actually gives a little feedback.

Feedback...good or bad is valuable.

So what do I do if I receive a rejection letter? I feel rejected LOL....then I submit it to another publisher and write  another story.....NEVER GIVE UP  :-)

Elizabeth

Thursday 27 March 2014

In The Hot Seat With Elizabeth M Darcy is Joanne Efendi




Joining me today is author, Joanne Efendi        

Tell my readers a little about yourself.      


I grew up in sunny Queensland in Australia and currently reside on the Sunshine Coast with my husband and two sons. I love to read and have always had a passion for writing. I am a former radio announcer and journalist, and currently work in my other passion of teaching children the vital life saving skill of learn to swim. In my spare time I like to drink coffee with my friends and train and compete in triathlons (very badly)

Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
I like to write in first person. I find this easier, as when I am writing, I am the character. It's how I get into the head of my main character. I particularly like to write Young Adult, in the sub genre Paranormal Romance. It's what I've always loved reading. However, I am currently trying my hand at a New Adult manuscript. In saying that, I can feel a slight bit of Paranormal beginning to creep in.

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
A little bit of both. I do try to write a little bit every night. If I don't feel an inspiration, I try to read back and edit some work from previous nights, that way the story is staying fresh in my mind, and the characters remain familiar to me. I write on my iPad, so I will always have it with me in case inspiration comes and I need to put it down. 
Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
I basically come up with an idea and will write a short synopsis of how the story starts and ends, with a basic plot in between. But that is it. I like the story to develop as I write. Sometimes I might write a chapter or two that is close to the climax before I even have my two love interests meeting. For example a novella I've started writing I wrote the first chapter, and then proceeded to write the last chapter of the last page. Somehow it all just manages to fit together. Kind of like a jigsaw puzzle.
Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes?
I love romance! I love the idea of the girl needing to be rescued by her handsome prince. She needs to be strong, but incomplete, and he will help her grow.
Q. Coffee or tea?
Coffee! Skinny latte please.
Q. Beach or countryside?
Beach. I've always lived near the beach, even if I don't always swim there, it's nice to go down early evening and have a coffee in summer.
Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
A bit of both.

Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
Inspiration comes to me a variety of ways: Music; life experiences; dreams; my current emotions.

Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.
Delete Facebook! I am obsessed with it. Also, not to work. I would love to be able to write full time and make a living from it. One day. But hey, dreams do come true.

Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I have faith in myself as an author and a storyteller. I just keep writing, and with each new paragraph and new page, I improve. I actually chose to self pub my first novel, before waiting for those inevitable rejections letters, but I will keep sending new submissions away to publishing houses. Perseverance and continuing to write and improve on my craft is one way I cope.

Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
I will read anything that has a great storyline and great charatcters. I'm not particually fussy, but I do love JK Rowling. She is the ultimate storyteller.

Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
With Illuminated Darkness, I only wrote it at the time, but now that I have published it, I am currently writing three manuscripts at the same time. I switch between the three depending on my mood, and where my head space is. All three are completely different from each other.

Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
Never.

Q. What motivates you to write?
I have a very active imagination. I've always loved to write, but it's only been in the past 6 years that I've actually started to write some of the stories and fantasy's going around inside my head.

Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
Have a good synopsis and cover letter.

Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?
All of work is currently in progress. I'm hoping to finish my New Adult/Contempory manuscript by June. I'm undecided at this stage whether I will self pub again.

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
Illuminated Darkness is a YA Paranormal Romance that took me three years to write. As it was my first one, I wanted to make sure it was perfect. It actually started out a lot different to how it ended up. Originally it was meant to be a Paranormal Romance for adults, but as I progressed I found my female lead changing so I had to go and scrap it and restart. I was inspired to write it after I sick of reading books I wasn't happy with, so I wrote a book that I wanted to read.

Blurb: Almost 18 year old Ashlyn Pierce thought she had her life on track. She has an awesome after school job, a boyfriend she loves, the promise of a college scholarship and she has finally moved away from her abusive alcoholic mother. Life is great! That is until her boyfriend dumps her for her best friend and she meets Wren, a mysterious college guy that claims he knows her through her ex. His stories just don't add up, but she can't deny her obvious attraction to him, until he reveals her be a voodoo deity and he is her protector. Under the threat of voodoo priests wanting her dead, Ashlyn must learn to develop her new powers. Can she learn to control her powers without losing herself, but most importantly, without losing Wren? MORE: Ashlyn is a typical teenager struggling to find her place in life as she nears adulthood. She craves balance and stability in her life following a traumatic upbringing and aims to please everyone, always steering away from confrontation. Five days away from her 18th birthday she is awaiting the return of her college boyfriend from Europe when he suddenly texts her and breaks up with her. From that moment Ashlyn's life begins to change from the vision she had planned for her future. She meets Wren on a night out with her sister to take her mind off her break-up. As she gets to know him better, she finds herself falling in love with him and is stunned when he eventually reveals himself to be her vampire protector. He tells her she is a descendent from the loogaroo, a Haitian vampire that has Voodoo dark magic powers. She finds herself struggling to deal with her feelings for Wren whilst battling with the change in herself, all the while being hunted down by voodoo priests for her voodoo power. Illuminated Darkness is a Young Adult Paranormal Romance set in Miami, Florida and is a work of fiction that has its base in Haitian Voodoo mythology.




Excerpt: Opening my eyes, I found him looking directly at me and once again his stare and his mesmerizing eyes transfixed me. They were so black I couldn't make out the pupils from the iris, but despite their lack of color, they displayed unlimited depths of emotion. Moments before, they were alive with anger, but now I could see the concern he felt for me reflecting back from the black pools.
            “I shall take you home myself. But, yes, first I will find your sister and inform her. Please wait here, I will return as soon as I speak with her.”  He moved to get out of the booth. “Not that I think you can go anywhere without me anyway.” His mouth broke into a smile and lit up his whole face.
            My breath caught in my throat and once again the butterflies in my stomach lurched into action. I watched him walk to the dance floor looking for Ally. The crowd of people parted as he walked through. For someone with such a tall athletic build, he moved with fluid grace. Every woman he passed on the dance floor looked him up and down, enthralled by him. Seems he had that effect on everyone, not just me. He seemed oblivious to the attention he drew, looking only for Ally. Once he found her, he leaned down to her ear to deliver his message. After he had finished talking to her, they looked over at me and Ally waved, blew me a kiss and gave me two thumbs up, signaling she was okay with me leaving with him.
            The stranger made his way back to me, his gaze never wavering from my position, almost like he was watching over me, protecting me. He held out his hand to me when he reached the booth.
            “Are you ready, Ashlyn? I shall make sure you get home safely.”

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