My books arrived in the mail! It’s lovely to hold your physical book in your hands. The thrill never goes away!
I’m busy as a beaver working on getting Lion’s Prey ready for its August release. I hope the extra weeks I took will translate into a real keeper.
We romance readers are different from regular readers, we really do keep and re-read our old favorites. In fact, when I’m done with writing for the day, I’ve been reading some of my old category romances (and I mean old! One of them was from 1984!)
The book from 1984 is Ghost of a Chance by Jayne Ann Krentz. I have to say, the sexual tension holds up as does the central plot, but the hero is pretty high-handed and the heroine actually slapped the hero! Times have certainly changed.
I’ve also been watching So You Think You Can Dance. I didn’t think I’d enjoy the kids, but they’re amazing!
Life has been rather overwhelming recently, good and bad. On the good side: My husband and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary this week.
Here’s a pic from our Hindu ceremony which was followed by a wardrobe change and a Christian ceremony.
Meanwhile my clothes washer died and my passport application I sent in six weeks ago was returned sans passport. I have to redo it and pay more money! Ugh! We were hoping to take a cruise this summer, but given the wait time for a passport…sigh.
I’d love to hear from you. Do you have keepers? How old are they? Who are they by? Do they still stand the test of time?
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I’m sorry to say that after LION’S PREY (CHIMERA CHRONICLES 4) came back from my beta reader, I realized it needed substantial additions to address my beta reader’s concerns. Several thousand words were added and now need to be edited and polished before I can turn it in for the professional editing of my fabulous editor at Soul Mate, Deborah Gilbert.
Soul Mate has their own timetable for editing and getting a sparkling book out in July is no longer feasible. I promise you I am at hard at work to make sure a true diamond comes out to readers in August.
Meanwhile, Saturday was my one month book-versary of THE LION’S SHARE!
to celebrate, I’m putting up an excerpt from THE LION’S SHARE and an excerpt from LION’S PRIDE. Just a reminder, the LION’S PRIDE excerpt is unedited.
THE LION’S SHARE:
An hour later, Embry braved a brisk wind as she headed to the coffee shop. As the new “guy” on the team, it was her responsibility to “go fetch.” Still, as a bonus, she got to leave the smelly confines of the surveillance van for a few minutes. Ah, the glamorous life of an FBI agent. She almost laughed at herself. She hadn’t been doing it long enough to be jaded. She still loved every minute of it, from the paperwork to day long procedural meetings. Well, maybe not procedural meetings.
She raised her face up to the sun. It would barely scrape sixty today, if she were lucky. She shivered. The only thing she missed about LA was the weather.
As she savored the meager warmth of the sunlight on her cheeks, she almost rammed into a man in front of her. Confronted by the center of a spectacularly formed torso, though covered by a blue hoodie—zipped more’s the pity—she looked up and then further up. Something she rarely had to do at six-foot-one. And saw a clean square chin, high cheekbones, firm lips, slashing black eyebrows and golden eyes. She drew in a sharp breath. His face was familiar, but his eyes made her stomach quiver. They were the same eyes that haunted her dreams—and her nightmares.
“We’re live in downtown Leavenworth, Kansas, where a tense eight-hour hostage situation at the Cooperative Bank and Trust has just come to an end.” Zara Coventry smiled at the camera lens, hoping to convey a sense of compassionate authority, though she felt like something the cat dragged in.
“Here’s what we know. Five men entered the bank on Fourth Street just after 9:00 am. At 5:00 pm, after many hours of negotiation, shots were heard inside the bank and SWAT entered.” She glanced down at her hastily scrawled notes. “Suspects Gleeson Rainey, Demetrius Brown, Paul Cooper, and an unidentified accomplice have been apprehended due to the extraordinary bravery of FBI agent Embry Lane. We expect Agent Lane, who was trapped inside the bank when the robbery began, to exit any minute now. A full news conference is set for 6:45.”
She summoned a more serious tone. “Two other suspects, brothers, Connor and Tyler Gunn, are missing and believed to have eluded authorities. The men are former Army Rangers on parole from the United States Disciplinary Barracks at Leavenworth and are considered armed and extremely dangerous. Law enforcement officials ask citizens to be on the lookout for these men and call the number below if you see them. However, and I can’t stress this enough, do not approach them. I repeat, according to officials these men are expertly trained and extremely dangerous. Call the tip line if you see them, but do not approach.”
LION’S PREY coming in August from Soul Mate Publishing!
To celebrate my new release, a YA Romantic Fantasy HALFLING, ENTITY MINE is on sale for .99 cents until 4/7!
Never fall in love with a man in a photo. Especially, if he’s dead . . .
Balanced on the knife-edge edge of going feral, chimera Ethan Wade has no idea what he is. All the former Navy SEAL turned maritime treasure hunter knows is his explosive temper has destroyed his life, driving him to an isolated rental house in Western, NY, to lick his wounds. When a molotov cocktail of rage and alcohol triggers an uncontrolled shift, he is caught between shapes.
Disembodied, he can only come to one conclusion: He’s died and become a ghost.
Blowing the whistle lost lawyer Devon Daughtry her boyfriend, (not too much of a loss), her job, (a bit worse) and with the rents in Manhattan, a primo apartment (the straw that broke the camel’s back).
Now she’s run home to Cassadaga determined to re-build her life by hanging out her shingle as a psychic medium.
When she discovers a photograph of Ethan while moving in, she’s crushed to discover the man whose lonely eyes strike a chord deep within her soul is missing and presumed dead. Soon, she begins having passionate dreams about him. Dreams that Ethan shares.
But Ethan isn’t the only being in the house. A demonic presence has followed her home and it has diabolical plans for both of them.
Nine year-old boy child, heart of my heart, was diagnosed ADHD last year. He is such a loving child and empathetic. He gets very upset in the scene in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix when Professor Trelawney is almost ejected from Hogwarts. However, he’s easily distracted and struggles with the rigid structure of school.
I got thinking about attention deficit disorder and have come to the conclusion that the supernatural powers I have given my chimera characters, sensitive hearing, sense of smell, extreme visual acuity, etc., might have had the same impact as ADHD before they understand and can control them.
In fact I do think in some ways ADHD is an advantage. In ancient times, when we were hunters and gathers on the savannah, being distractible and acting on your first impulse was probably an important survival skill, waiting to see exactly what was lunging out of the tall grass could get you killed.
Jake, from IN LIKE A LION, is the seventh son of a seventh son, and comes into his powers very early. The rest of my Chimeras don’t start to exhibit signs until around thirty.
After I started thinking about this, I couldn’t stop until I written a little vignette about Jake as a kid at school.
(Apologies for the formatting, wordpress always takes away my tabs)
Ten year-old Jake Finn cooled his hot, sweaty face on the surface of his school desk. He swallowed, his heart dropping out of his throat back to his chest. He’d made it just before the bell, thank God, his foster parents would let him have it if he were tardy one more time.
Not because they cared, of course, but because he’d reached the limit of his tardys, one more and the school would notify his social worker.
A wave of perfume announced his teacher, Miss McCurdy’s approach.
She crouched beside his desk to almost meet his gaze, then focused on his hands which were braced on the chilled surface. “You’ve been running again, haven’t you?”
He nodded because it was no use denying it, his stomach in a knot. He lifted his head in her direction, she flinched and he looked down again to hide his eyes. “Yeller eyes,” his foster mother called them. He called them bad luck, drawing attention to their ugly color always ended up being bad for him.
“Well, next time leave earlier,” she said, and stood, turning swiftly as if impatient to get away, and judging from the rapid heartbeat he could hear as she moved across the room, she was.
The bell rang, causing a swift jolt of pain as it seemed to rebound inside his head. His eyes watered. He covered his ears and sighed, his humid breath fogging the shiny desktop. He could have told her he’d left in plenty of time, but he’d only end up in trouble.
He’d dropped off his younger foster sister, Embry, at her K-3 school with time to spare, but there was a vacant lot kitty-corner from the school and a rabbit, startled by who knows what, had launched into a mad dash down the street. He hadn’t meant to follow it, but something inside him had taken control. When he’d come back to himself, he’d been blocks from his school about to be late one time too many. The imagined smart of a belt on his back had spurred him to breakneck speed, his sneaker slapping the pavement, his breath sounding in his ears.
He shook his head and pulled out his supplies as the teacher went through the morning routine. An air current laden with the scent of bodies and the hamburgers from the cafeteria feathered his face. His stomach rumbled. God, he couldn’t wait until lunch.
He fought through the lure of the meat, and wrenched his head toward the front.
Miss McCurdy folded her arms and jiggled her foot. “Where is your math book?”
He closed his eyes against the exasperation pinching her features. Embry’s shoe had been missing and in the rush, he’d left his book at home again.
Great. Another zero.
Meet grown-up Jake in IN LIKE A LION (THE CHIMERA CHRONICLES 1)
Shiny things week of July 20
The things that consume me this week.
1. Teen Wolf. I love this show. The characters are great (and oh, so pretty). The conflicts are engrossing and episodes are full of moments of awesome. Thank God for summer seasons!
2. San Antonio. I’m heading to Texas to attend the Romance Writers of America National Conference. I will be signing copies of my new book ENTITY MINE at the Literacy signing, which is open to the public. Here’s the deets from the RWA website:
***At the “Readers for Life” Literacy Autographing, hundreds of romance authors meet with and sign books for fans, with the proceeds from book sales going to literacy organizations. Since 1990, RWA has raised more than $825,000 to fight illiteracy.
The 2014 “Readers for Life” Literacy Autographing will be on Wednesday, July 23, 2014 from 5:30 – 7:30 p.m. at the San Antonio Marriott Rivercenter Hotel in the 3rd floor ballroom.
This year, proceeds from the Literacy Autographing will benefit ProLiteracy Worldwide, Literacy Texas, Restore Education, and Each One Teach One San Antonio.
Spread the word about the Literacy Autographing!
Share the event on Facebook
Tweet about it (#RWA14)
Reply “yes” to the event on Goodreads
Questions may be e-mailed to firstname.lastname@example.org.***
If you’re in San Antonio, stop by the signing and see me. We can talk books, Teen Wolf or Supernatural, dogs or whatever. I usually have chocolate to share!
We interrupt my adventures at RWA to tackle a task that has been occupying my mind for some time. My tagline. These days anything more than a two line signature is annoying, so I have been going with my website address and a tagline. But my old tagline, Worlds to Dream In is a bit vague and not as evocative as I would like, so I have been using, Love in The Time of Chimeras, because I love to take movie titles and spin them. Unfortunately, I think this tagline gives the impression that my books are Historicals, which at this time, they are not. Therefore, I’m digging deep into the reading/writing ether and soliciting suggestions from all my clever internet amigos.
Here’s what my tagline needs to do. It has to be evocative, hint at what I write (shifters, vampires, spaceship captains, but not necessarily all of those) and intrigue readers enough to prompt them to look me up. That’s not much to ask is it?
Any and all suggestions considered. (But please, you, keep it clean. You know who you are.*g*)
In a few short days, I will (hopefully) have wrapped up my chapter’s contest, finished packing my son for Taekwondo camp, made sure my daughter has what she needs for her big dance performance months in the making, and be winging my way (metaphorically as I must use a plane, unlike my characters*g*) to Atlanta for the Romance Writers of America’s yearly national convention.
The highlight of my time there (well, one of them) will be the Literacy Signing. My books are now all in print, but compared to the ebook copies, they are pretty expensive, and I am not well known, so I will have to keep my expectations of lines stretching around corners for sometime in the future. For now, I will hope I can meet scads of fellow lovers of the paranormal, science fiction, and fantasy. And that friends (both virtual and physical) will stop by and say hello.
So here’s me, formally inviting you to meet me in Atlanta!