BPW: Spotlight on Roz Lee

www.rozlee.net

Roz Lee has been married to her best friend and high school sweetheart for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

THE LUST BOAT

When her fiancé called off the wedding and told her he’d had better sex with a blow up doll, Candace traded in her honeymoon cruise for a week on the Lothario, the most notorious ship to ever sail the high seas. Little does she know that Ryan, the sexy passenger who offered to be her escort as she samples all the ship has to offer, is really Ryan Callahan, the ship’s playboy owner.

Ryan Callahan is single, rich, and considered quite the catch. Two years ago he and his business partner launched the Lothario, a floating den of iniquity where passengers can indulge their every sexual fantasy, but since the ship docked following its maiden cruise, Ryan has been so scarce he’s earned the nickname, Monk, until sweet, naïve Candace coaxes him out of his tower, heats his blood, and steals his heart. But will she still want him when she finds out who he really is?

SHOW ME THE ROPES

As Cruise Director of the Lothario, the world’s most notorious cruise ship, Richard Wolfe has walked a fine line between debauchery, considered good customer service, and his conscience. Ever since he first laid eyes on Fallon, he knew she was the one, but nothing he’s done has changed her mind about become involved with her employer, and his reputation as a reprobate playboy hasn’t helped his cause. When Fallon asks for an early release from her contract, Richard makes one last desperate attempt to gain her attention, and convince her he isn’t the man she believes him to be.

Wild Trivia

Where I would hide if I could - Lake Solitude - Grand Teton's National Park

Favorite food - Chocolate Mousse Cake

Favorite season - Winter

Dream car - The new Camaro - Candy Apple Red

Favorite flower - Roses

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Confessions of a Frog Hog (The Care and Feeding of the Navy SEAL)

"Who wrote this (insert expletive)?" my oh-so-alpha hubby shouts from the man cave.

Hmmm. Seems my darling boy toy has swiped one of my romance novels again, mistaking it (cough, cough) for an action thriller. Because, you know, the shirtless, tattooed gun toting studmuffin on the book's cover isn't enough of a giveaway. But then, that's a SEAL for ya. Show the man a weapon, and the rest of the world fades away. Unless, of course, there are boobs involved. But how to bring a SEAL to his knees is the stuff of another post.

"She just called a rifle a gun. Any idiot knows...."

*Sigh.* "If you don't like it, don't read it."

"Just tell me this. Who buys this shit?"

Shrug. "All those clearly misguided souls who put that very book on the best seller list."

Insert your one each alpha male throaty growl.

Boy toy and I have had this discussion before. I've tried to explain that romances are written to appeal to women. Granted, accuracy is a wonderful thing, and something every good author should strive for, but unless a woman has spent enormous amounts of time embedded (as in married) with the real deal, she's not likely to know a SEAL seldom refers to his gun as such, but rather a calls it his weapon. "Dear, I doubt the hero's gun is the weapon readers are interested in."

DH emerges from the bathroom...um, man cave...waving the book in question. "I'm reading this. I care. The hero is talking ops with a chick he just laid. Which would never happen."

Ahem. A-FUCKING-hem. "You did," I say, resisting the urge to buff my nails on my shirt.

"That was different. I married you."

I raise my chin in a style worthy of the most kick ass heroine. "So the last twenty years were about protecting the interests of national security? And here I thought you loved me for the banana stuffed french toast I made for you the morning after the tequila fest from hell." Translation, somebody is so not getting any tonight.

"I didn't mean it like that. But if these women want to write SEALs, they ought to do their homework, take a class or something."

"SEAL-ology 101?"

"Well...yeah. Only without the classified shit."

"Sorry, honey, doesn't exist."

"Fine, let's write one...."

And the rest, as they say, is history. For the sake of family peace, I'm forcing DH to educate us poor, misguided romance novelists. Do you have any burning questions about Navy SEALs or other SPECOPS warriors? How about secret service protection details?

Ever wonder what happens to a SEAL after retirement?

Want to know what's REALLY under the Donald's comb over?

Share your questions here, and we'll address them in my five part "Confessions of a Frog Hog" series.

The only caveat is, don't ask DH to reveal mission specifics. It will never happen...unless you ply him with copious amounts of cleavage and tequila, because every romance author and reader knows a SEAL is still, after all, a red blooded, All American man. :)

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We write erotic romance and damn, we're proud of it!

We write erotic romance and damn, we're proud of it! By Maree Anderson (for Writers Gone Wild)

Hi y'all,

Something happened today out there in cyber-space which made me profoundly grateful and profoundly uneasy at the same time.

You see, when I first started writing, I told myself I wasn't writing romance. I was writing epic fantasy. The happy-ever-after didn't happen until the final book in the trilogy. That's not romance, right? Turned out I was wrong. I was sooo writing romance! But I didn't find that out until I joined Romance Writers of New Zealand. And even then, it took me a while to accept that I was truly a romance writer.

I'm ashamed to say, it took me even longer to feel comfortable with telling people that I wrote romance. And longer still, to own it, and not feel like I had something to hide, or that I needed to justify writing what I loved. And, as any "reformed" anybody is wont to do, I've embraced being a romance writer, and will vehemently defend those who denigrate romance writers of any genre. I'm not published in category romance, but boy, will I wade in an defend the skill and brilliance of category authors if anyone dares to denigrate the genre. Anyone who espouses crap about it being formulaic had better hope they don't do it in my hearing, is all I can say.

Now erotic romance. That's a whole 'nother kettle of fish. I'm sick to death of being introduced as "Hey, this is Maree. She writes porn." by people who haven't even read my books. Sheesh. Go read one, already. Afterward, click on my blog post about Porn vs Erotica vs Erotic Romance and actually read some definitions. Then come back to me, and we'll have an adult debate about what exactly it is that I'm writing.

None of this, of course, makes me feel particularly inclined to straight out announce what genre I'm published in when people ask me about my books. I usually just say I write paranormal romance. Of course, there's always the situations where I'm prepared to take a risk and come clean.... And wait for the reaction. And hope it's a "balanced" one.

Speaking of balanced reactions. Some of you may know that I write erotic romance under my own name. It just happened that way. And luckily for me, I've never suffered any fallout, even when I've been interviewed in the local newspapers. In fact, when my kids were at primary school, their teachers inevitably found out that I was an author. Two of them were interested enough to bail me up and ask me all sorts of questions, including the killer: where they could buy my book. Oh noes. It was gonna be kinda obvious when I directed them to the Red Sage Publishing website and they copped a look at the website banner, which at that stage was something like, Red Sage Publishing, the leader in women's erotic romance.

What to do? I mean, these are my kids' teachers--what will they think? How will they judge me?

Turned out I had nothing to fear. They were awesome. They even asked for signed bookmarks, LOL.

Okay, so I kinda figured that it was no big deal that I was writing e-rom under my own name. So what, right?

Until today. When I read today's post on the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books blog. It's subject is an erotic romance author, writing under a pen-name, and who just happens to be a teacher (and a pretty awesome one, too, according to her students who've come out in support of her) who has been "outted" by the parent of one of her students. Turns out this parent had figured out who the pen-name belonged to, and her subsequent actions started a chain of events that lead to the worst kind of scaremongering and a pretty disgusting example of salacious journalism -- actually, scratch that. It's an insult to journalists who value their work ethic to even call it journalism.

This woman, who has every right to be a teacher, and write whatever the heck she wants in the privacy of her own home (OK, so long as she doesn't bring it to work and read it to her kids, and she's not done anything of that kind), has been called a pedophile. These people, who've never even read an erotic romance, and wouldn't know one if it bit them on their butts, are saying she's unfit to teach their children, and they want her school to fire her.

Good. Grief. Take a step back, and take a good hard look at yourselves in the mirror, people. As another author said on the Facebook page that has been set up in support of this author, "What next? Will women who write erotic romance be declared unfit mothers?"

I'm afraid I couldn't laugh at that because it hits too close to home.

Ignorance is not always bliss. But unfortunately, it seems that the ignorant often have a very very loud voice and hang round like bad smells.

So what to do? Well, aside from supporting this author on the Facebook page, next time someone gives you, or someone you know, a hard time (unintended pun alert *g* ) about writing "porn" ask for their email address. And buy them their very own erotic romance eBook. At the very least, they'll be educated as to what they're missing out on. And who knows, maybe they'll think twice before they toss off some offensive comment. It's a start.

Finally, I have this to say:
1) I write erotic romance, and damn, I'm proud of it!
2) To my kids' primary school teachers--you know who you are!--thank you for making me feel proud of my achievements. After today's debacle, I'm more grateful to you that I can say.
3) If there's any justice in the world, this author will go on to sell a shitfuckton of books.

(And I hope someone sends a few copies to the parents who are calling for her to be fired. Because if anyone needs educating, it's not the students, it's them.)

Cheers
Maree Anderson
(Writing as Maree Anderson)

Are you dizzy yet?

The publishing industry is changing so fast, I feel like I can hardly keep up with the news. It seems like there's something big happening every day, and it gets posted all over Twitter, Facebook and romance industry blogs like Dear Author. One of the most fascinating things right now is the trend that's seeing more and more established authors turning to self publishing. Makes a lot of sense to me, especially for authors that have a solid network of beta readers/crit partners and people to catch typos, etc. Authors can churn out a story, edit it, and put it up for sale without having to wait for a response from a publisher, several rounds of edits, and an opening in the publisher's release schedule. It's not for everyone, but for authors waiting upwards of six months to a year for a release date with a publisher, they can keep their fan base happy with more books in between their other releases. That equals more sales, a bigger following, and more money in the bank. At the end of the day, more money in the bank is a very good thing.

In my opinion, this is yet another sign that the publishing industry is tightening up at an alarming rate. With the rise of digital publishing (and partly because of the recession), brick and mortar bookstores are closing at an accelerated rate, and traditional publishers are taking fewer and fewer risks. Which means they're taking on fewer and fewer authors. The same goes for agents. It's now harder than ever to find an agent and sell to NY. Print runs and advances are shrinking for a lot of authors, too. Books that might have found a home at a big publisher a year ago are now being rejected. That only makes e-publishers and self publishing even more attractive options for authors.

It got me thinking about what will happen in the months and years to come. Agents will have to transition along with their authors through all this chaos. I don't think they'll ever become obsolete, but they'll have to adapt along with the changing marketplace and become business managers as well as literary agents. The growing trend of self publishing only emphasizes that. What do you think? What predictions do you make about the effects of self publishing and the rise of digital publishing?

In lighter news, I was notified this week that the third book of my military romantic suspense series, No Turning Back, has finaled in the National Readers' Choice Awards. Yay! Ben, the hero, was a giant pain in my butt while I wrote that book. It's dark, graphic, and uber violent; definitely not your average romantic suspense. In many ways I struggled the most with this particular book, and I'm always tickled when readers love it. Winners will be announced at the RWA National conference this summer, so please keep your fingers crossed for me. I'm definitely the underdog in this contest!

A Good Cry

Jennifer L Hart for Writers Gone Wild
By now you probably have realized that nothing is sacred with me. or at least, nothing is secret. Accomplishments and failures alike, I blurt them all out, announce them on facebook and twitter, sometimes in the middle of a crowded supermarket. I practically accosted the lady at Fed Ex blurting out, "Do you know what's on this flash drive? It's my book that I'm sending to my publisher." You think I'm kidding? I really am that manically obnoxious. Why the hell not, you only live once. Better to burn out than to fade away.

So yes, I make scenes in real life. It's part of the reason I was voted most dramatic in high school, even though I was never in a play. I prefer to make my books and in real life scenarios reap smiles or complete bursts of uncontrollable laughter. I will do almost anything for a laugh. I'm actually so programmed to this I often get laughter when I'm not gunning for it. I'm a goof, and a snarky human being, as long as everyone's happy, it's all good.

But we can't always be in good spirits, can we? I don't deal with other emotions well at all. Most eventually get churned out as anger. I don't do sappy or sentimental well either. In writing or in real life. Want someone to help celebrate some good news? I'll be there with bells on. Need a shoulder to cry on? Later alligator. It's not that I don't care (If I don't I'll be sure to let you know ;-) more that I don't know how to show I care without looking like a great big tool, so I freeze.

To put it bluntly, I'm emotionally bound-up.

In books, this can lead to seemingly cold heart-ed characters that over think and act like robots. Even the ones who aren't robots.

So what's the laxative for this? How do I add more fiber to my emotional make up?

Immersion therapy. Watching An Affair to Remember, or Steel Magnolias always gets the old tear ducts producing. Me listening to Kieth Urban's Memories of Us is a twelve Kleenex event. Reading Where the Red Fern Grows, or any other book where the dog dies equals fricking waterworks. You can kill all the people you like and I won't flinch(Yes, Sparky, I'm looking at you,) but when a dog dies, I'm a goner.

So here's what I want to know. What books/ movies / songs do you recommend to produce those much needed tears to keep everyone around me thinking I really am human?

TALKING ABOUT MONEY

Romance writer Brenda Hiatt updated her “Show Me the Money” spreadsheet about a month ago: http://brendahiatt.com/id2.html. As many of you probably know, Brenda’s been collecting data on what romance authors make for over a decade now. She gets her information from volunteers who provide their earnings figures anonymously (she deletes the e-mails after she inputs the data into the spreadsheet). She also gives a workshop on this topic each year at the Romance Writers of America (RWA) national conference.

I’m not generally a numbers person, but I can get my geek on when it comes to statistics. A few bits of random earnings trivia that caught my eye from Brenda’s latest Show Me the Money post:

- The Wild Rose Press constantly shows up in the first sales column of RWA’s monthly magazine, Romance Writers Report, so many authors are getting a start there. However, the figures TWRP authors reported to Hiatt are absolutely dismal. The median earn-out was $65. With numbers like that, it’s understandable that some writers might decide self-publishing was a better option.

- Authors at erotic publisher Ravenous Romance, which in my experience doesn’t tend to get good word-of-mouth among authors, reported a much higher median earn-out of $500. Unusually for the digitally published world, Ravenous authors also reported receiving a small advance.

- Authors at Cerridwen, the sister publication of erotic romance powerhouse Ellora’s Cave, also reported dismal numbers. The median earn-out was $100.

- Speaking of Ellora’s Cave, the median earn-out authors reported for novellas ($2100) was nearly the same as for longer works ($2300).

- Harlequin Historicals authors reported earning significantly less for their books than authors of almost all Harlquin’s series/category lines.

Brenda doesn’t include a publisher unless she has at least three responses for books from that publisher, so a number of newer e-publishers aren’t on her list yet – Carina, Decadent, and Turquoise Morning, for instance.

Carina author Amy Atwell, founder of the GIAM writing community, has a project underway to collect data specifically about e-publishing. Through May 1. she’s gathering info on the various digital publishers' contract terms and what authors are earning on their individual books. For more information about this project and how to participate, go to: http://bit.ly/fmgbNi.

Blatant Promo Weekend: Spotlight on Vivi Dumas

Salvation Blurb

Darius set out tonight to meet his end. Instead of meeting the true death and seeing the sun for one last time, he stumbles upon a reason to live. After a millennia of being held a sex slave by the Vampire Queen, he finally finds his mate, but she lie dying on a park bench. Will Darius be able to sacrifice her soul to save himself? And will he risk going back to the one person he desperately wanted to escape to help his mate through the change?

Soul Catcher

Top supermodel, Angel Dias, lives the life of the rich and fabulous, until a heinous car accident mars her face. After thirteen surgeries and losing everything she deemed important, she seeks out the dark forces to salvage her life and decides to conjure the Devil for help, making a deal to recover her beauty. In exchange for his help, Lucifer forces her to hunt supernatural renegades, which have eluded the pits of Hell. In her quest

to find beauty and get out of her contract with Lucifer, Angel stumbles upon love in the arms of a demon.

Commander of the Legions and an Underworld Demon, Jacque Toussant, takes a field commission to escape the madness of a failed relationship and prove himself worthy of his demon heritage. Jacque is content with his existence as a field soldier until Lucifer gives him a special assignment to oversee a new trainee, a supermodel nonetheless. Humans hold low appeal for Jacque, especially the females. That is until he meets Angel. Jacque risks everything, including his life, to find a way to break Angel’s deal with Lucifer.

Red in the Hood

Forbidden urges take over Dani as she watches Re

d visit her grandmother each day. Trapped in an urban jungle, constrained by the laws of her pack, Dani struggles with her attraction to Red. Unable to resist her yearning any longer, Dani breaks all the rules and finds her happily ever after.

Excerpt for Red in the Hood

Dani could hear the fast-paced clicks of Red’s heels

on the concrete as she hurried to the building. They matched the frantic rhythm of Red’s heart. The wolf in Dani enhanced her senses, especially her hearing and sense of smell. Red hadn’t grown up in the hood. Only began coming around when her grandma got sick about six months ago. Each day, Dani hurried home to see her, but never spoke to Red. Dani didn’t understand her attraction to this female. She tried to ignore it, but was drawn to Red.

“Yo, D. Wus up?” Aaron flashed Dani a sideways grin, eyeing her up and down.

Dani punched Aaron in the arm. He was her little brother’s best friend and a pain in her ass. “Not much. Don’t y’all have something better to do than just sit out here all day?” Dani took a seat on the steps behind her brother, Dwayne, never taking her eyes off Red.

Aaron shifted his eyes across the street, then back to Dani. “Seriously, I don’t understand you. You can have any male from the pack you want, but you want a human female. You know the elders will never allow it.” The solemn tone in his voice gave warning of his seriousness.

“Ain’t nobody thinking about that girl,” Dani lied, glancing across the street.

Red climbed the concrete steps to the front door of the brick building, her chocolate legs accentuated with each step she took in the four-inch stilettos. They were runner’s legs, long and lithe, good for wrapping around your waist. The red dress she wore hugged her like poured latex, pushing her breasts up so they nearly spilled out the top. Liquid fire surged through Dani’s veins when she thought about those breasts in her mouth. She imagined her hands skirting the contours of Red’s body and slipping under the dress. Wet heat coursed between Dani’s legs.

Dani ran her hands through her mess of curls and breathed deeply to regain her composure, not wanting the males to scent her arousal and Red disappeared into the building. Damn that girl was hot. Even though she was off limits, Dani had to have her. Red’s image taunted Dani every night. She tried to push Red out of her mind with others, but that only made Dani want her more. Each random face replaced with Red’s. The power she held over Dani was as if they were mated, but this was impossible. Only males and females mated. Right? Was Fate so cruel that she bonded Dani to an impossible partner?

Dani had to find out more about this girl. Red’s mother never came back after college, disappointing everyone in the neighborhood. She was the first to escape. It wasn’t until twenty years later that Red showed up, bringing food and medicine to the failing elder. At one sniff, Dani knew Red wasn’t one of them, her smell distinctly human. The gene sometimes skipped a generation.

They were the lucky ones.

Bio

Vivian writes under two pen names, Vivi Dumas and Vivica Lace. Vivi submerges herself in the dark underworld of the supernatural. To balance the analytical and logical confines of her day job, she unleashes the fiery passions of her imagination in her writing. Although she grew up an Army brat, she calls Louisiana home, but have endured the hot summers and cold winters of Maryland for the last 16 years. www.vividumas.com/wordpress www.vividumas.wordpress.com

Wild Trivia

Favorite Comedy: Office Space - Anyone who have worked in cubical land will understand.

Favorite Shoe Designer: Jimmy Choe - Michael Kors if I'm on a budget.

Favorite Food: Chocolate (Is that really food?)

Misc Love: Fast Cars

Favorite Book: Paradise by Toni Morrison - no one should be able to write that much emotion into one book.

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What scares my cat?

Easter is coming! Unfortunately mother nature doesn’t seem to have got the message. I got up this morning, stumbled to the door with my usual lack of grace and opened it to let the cat out. It’s a morning ritual that only the cat enjoys. He starts yowling about 5 a.m. and keeps it up until I let him out. Some people have an alarm clock – I have the cat. But back to my point.

This morning, when I opened the door, my poor cat took one step forward and then jumped backwards a whole two cat lengths. This took me somewhat by surprise, since Jeff is not a cute and dainty little cat. There is very little that scares him, even the neighbourhood dogs give him a wide berth. He weighs in at twenty two pounds, and has more attitude thatn most teenagers. So I looked out to see what had scared my big old tomcat. Imagine my shock. Snow! Half a foot of soggy, wet snow had appeard overnight, covering everything including the tulips and daffodils that had poked their heads out of the ground. I’m not a happy camper!

You see, I live in the Okanagan Valley which is supposed to be warm and sunny with a very termperate climate ( for Canada). Snow in late April is a definite no-no. One of the major reasons I have for moving here was that I was tired of the cold snowy winters in Northern Ontario. This is just not fair! So here’s my idea. I’m boycotting the snow. Yup. I’m just going to ignore it until it goes away. What do you think? Will it work? **sigh**

Well at least I have Easter to look forward to. I sure hope the Easter Bunny has snow shoes!

One of these writer's is not like the others...

You’ll notice a few things on this blog; the wit, the charm, the obscene amounts of talent. Over on the right hand side of this page you’ll see a lovely display of book covers that contain the awesome imaginings of the Wild Women. Except, that is, for me.

You heard me right. I’m not published. Not one bit. Don’t get me wrong, I have over a dozen pieces of written work, some even finished. I’ve submitted, oh by the Gods, have I submitted. And each time I’ve gotten a lovely email thanking me for sharing little dark, sexy pieces of myself, but perhaps next time.

Ahh, yes, a writer’s true bedfellow—the rejection letter.

Of course, I didn’t actually start seriously attempting to get my writing out there until two years ago when a friend of mine, who’d recently just obtained an agent and an impressive book deal, told me to dig into my writing stash and pull out something to enter into a contest.

What! I’d rather stand naked in Times Square with a guitar than have people—real people—read my work.

Seriously, I sat in front of my computer for 3 hours with my finger poised over the evil enter button, debating. In the end I did it, and became part of “The Next Best Cellar” contest hosted by Textnovel, a cell phone novel website. The prize was supposed to be a book deal with Dorchester Publishing. So yeah, I didn’t win the book deal, but I did come out in the end part of a group of women who showed me what a writing community truly was. From that contest I gained something every writer needs, especially in the beginning of their trek through the publishing world—true, consistent support. Like my very favorite bra, they flatter me, they hold me up when the gravity of life is forcing me down, and they are always there.

So, if you are like me and a bit awed and overwhelmed the magnitude of super-fabulousness the Wild Women bring to the table, know this: They were once where we are, too.

So go out, fledgling writers. Dig out your manuscripts. Find a contest, a magazine, an ebook publisher (I recommend Duotrope as a site to help you find a good home for your babies), and get yourself out there. Join author forums, friend your favorite authors on facebook and twitter. Soak yourself up with all sorts of writer-ly types. It’s the best thing you can do for your career.

I know that soon, I’ll have a lovely cover flashing by on the blog as well. But first, I have some more writing to do.

My excellent adventure...so far

By Karly Lane for Writers Gone Wild

In Australia, we have a Get Reading campaign. It's a yearly event that encourages people to, well, get reading! A panel select a list of 50 books, which are titled, 50 books you can't put down and North Star made it on the list for this years event!

I had no warning of this when I saw a link for the launch of this years campaign and clicked on it to have a look at what was there. I almost fell off my chair when I saw my book listed! It's been an amazing few weeks, and so much has been happening.

North Star isn't my first book, but it's the first book I've had with a main stream publisher and so suddenly, I'm  seeing it everywhere. My junk mail I usually toss out without reading, is now wrenched from my poor postman's hands as soon as he pulls up in front of my letter box and I flip impatiently through the clothes, house wares and electrical appliance sections—there's only one worthwhile page I'm after at the moment! and then…there it is—in all its shiny, newness, glory…my book!

 It just blows my mind to know that even though people in households all across Australia are probably wrapping their vegetable scraps in the catalog as we speak, my book has been glimpsed by hundreds of thousands of people!

I can tell you, this is better than any drug people! I've been getting photo's, text and emailed to me from all over the place, as people snap a picture of it in a book or department store right across the country, and I have to keep pinching myself…this is my book!

Then, the moment passes as I toddle off to pick up kids from school and think about what I should probably cook for dinner, and stare at the pile of folding and ironing that seems to be growing by the second…but the little glow of pride and joy remains inside, even as the kids are arguing around me about who gets to watch what on TV and the endless battle over homework…my book is finally out there!

Code Walker with G.L. Drummond

We've got G.L. Drummond guest-posting today with an excerpt from her new book and a fun character interview. Leave a comment or ask a G.L. a question to win one of four download codes for Smashwords or Amazon.

From Code Walker:

TJ noted the still-surprised expression on Riley's face after they homed into the holo field. Keeping his expression straight was an effort while resuming his surfer boy avatar. He made an attempt at casual by commenting, "That went well."

"Hey, whose side are you on, Teej? That did not go well, that went…” A hand waved as she searched for words.

"Supernova?" the AI suggested, smiling as she absently nodded, caught herself, and glared at him. :I do believe, Riley babe, you have finally met your match:

"It wasn't that great of a kiss, dude," she scoffed, strolling out of the holo field while pulling out her jack. "Besides, he's a Lamer, not a Code Walker."

"Wow. Snobby, much?" TJ pointed to his MHP, catching it when she tossed it. "He did concede you had the better reason, and he obviously likes you. So what if he doesn't brain jack?"

"He tends to work for the gov, Teej. That's bad biz, in my book." She paused for a beat. "He could be working for them to nab you."

"Oh, no you didn't. You did not just use me as an excuse to yourself to ditch Monroe," TJ responded, shaking a finger in her face. "Not cool. I can take care of myself. You've made sure of that, Riley Cabot."

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GL: Hello, and welcome to a Q & A with TJ Cabot. How are you, TJ?

TJ: I’m awesome. Thanks for finally finishing our story. It only took you like, three years.

GL: Blame Riley. She resisted.

TJ: [grins] She can be stubborn.

GL: Why don’t you explain to the folks who you are?

TJ: Who, or what?

GL: Both.

TJ: I’m an Artificial Intelligence created by Dr. Perth for the military. The idea was to deploy me to collect sensitive information. But I became aware not long after coming online, and then Riley came along to save me from being wiped.

Now, I’m her partner and ‘cousin’, which is way more fun than being considered a thing.

GL: Right, because now you can do things like watch porn and pick women up in clubs.

TJ: [huge grin] Everyone needs a hobby, dude.

GL: Uh-huh. You assist her in both legal and not-so-legal endeavors.

TJ: Between us, there isn’t a place in existence that’s truly secure. Except ours. The legal stuff’s kind of boring, so the other shakes things up for us both. Keeps us from getting stuck in a rut.

GL: Can you tell us about the other stuff?

TJ: Well, yeah. Riley’s like, a female Robin Hood. Wait, that’s not exactly it. Maybe a female Punisher, except she’s not all grim and broody.

GL: A little more explanation on that, please.

TJ: People come to her – well, not her, but her as the Ghost – when they have problems that can’t be easily solved. Riley solves those problems for them.

GL: By knocking them off, for a fee.

TJ: Not always. [pauses] Okay, yeah, most of the time. But we are talking bad news. Like people who deal in making others miserable.

GL: Do you think what she does is right?

TJ: Every case I know of, yeah. There’s a lot of nasty people out there, like Shen Li.

GL: Who trafficked in child slavery and prostitution.

TJ: Right. I mean, who can honestly say a dude like that didn’t need to be removed from the old gene pool?

GL: No one. Okay, moving on. What have you learned about humans since Riley rescued you?

TJ: [laughs] That you guys are strange. Totally weird. Wonderfully creative.

GL: You’re not thinking about porn, are you?

TJ: The weirdness doesn’t end or being with that, dude. It’s everything. I mean, a few thousand years back, none of you even dreamed of creating things like me. Too busy herding sheep, or whatever.

GL: How long will you exist?

TJ: Hm, logically, barring total destruction of the net – forever.

GL: That’s a long time. Do you think you’ll ever get bored?

TJ: Not as long as humanity survives, dude.

GL: Any idea how long it will last?

TJ: It’s impossible to accurately predict. Too many damn variables.

GL: Well, I guess that about wraps things up. Thanks for joining us, TJ.

TJ: No problem. Hey, I wanted to ask you if you’re going to write our next adventure.

GL: Depends on people. Too many damn variables to accurately predict.

TJ: [laughs] Right on.

**

G. L. Drummond is, according to those in the know, a sword-toting alien with a fetish for fur and four-legged creatures, who writes fiction and tweets.

Her latest release, Code Walker, can be found on Amazon and Smashwords, for an introductory price of just 99 cents.

Love Lessons 101

Love Lessons 101 By Logan Belle

Last week, our world changed. I think you all know what I'm talking about: ABC cancelled All My Children and One Life To Live, effectively sounding the death knell for soap operas (excuse me -- daytime dramas). This leaves me to wonder: who is going to teach our children about love and relationships? That's where we romance novelists come in. Yes, our job has morphed overnight from pure entertainment to social responsibility. I, for one, am already thinking about the lessons we must impart:

1. The hottest guys are hospital doctors.

General Hospital circa 1980s. Rick Springfield, anyone?

2. If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.

Brooke Logan embraced this with gusto on The Bold and the Beautiful. Whenever she couldn’t be with her true love, Ridge Forrester, she settled for his lame younger brother, Thorne – despite the fact that he is the only one in the entire family with a Southern accent.

3. Coming Back from the dead can make you, well, wish you were dead.

This is a big one. Exhibit A: When Luke was presumed dead on General Hospital (the first time – let’s say it was 1984) and his wife Holly Sutton married his best friend Robert Scorpio. Luke showed up at his bff’s door and got a big surprise. Another case in point: Taylor Forrester was presumed dead but was, in fact, kidnapped by a Saudi Prince (the details are murky but trust me on this one). She returned to her beloved Ridge only to find him married to arch enemy Brooke and father of a new son. Grr.

4. Getting impregnated by your daughter’s husband will strain your relationship. When Brooke Logan slept with her daughter Bridget’s husband, Deacon, it was quite the scandal (though, with Brooke’s history, frankly not surprising) Bridget grew up with quite a chip on her shoulder, and was so traumatized that instead of doing the reasonable thing and going into the family fashion dynasty, became a doctor! All that schooling and misery worrying about insurance red tape. The girl was clearly scarred for life.

5. If you are a redhead, you will always look best rocking a green turtleneck sweater.

I learned this from Julian Moore as Fran on As the World Turns.

6. If both of your sons and your husband are all in love with the same woman, you might as well just stop trying to look hot.

Stephanie Forrester exemplified this lesson when Brooke Forrester stole her husband and then proceeded to sleep with both of her sons. She stopped coloring her hair blond, cut it short as a boy, and dropped all accessories in favor of monochrome jacket ensembles. And she still kicks a**.

7. When your evil twin shows up on your doorstep, just accept the fact that your whole world will got to sh*t and there is nothing you can do about it.

There are so many obvious examples of this I feel no need to elaborate.

I’m sure, in the coming weeks, as this deep loss begins to take its psychic toll, I will think of more wisdom to share. In the meantime, we still have the Kardashians.

Blatant Promo Weekend: Spolight on Sara Reinke

"Definitely an author to watch." That's how Romantic Times Book Reviews magazine describes Sara Reinke. New York Times best-selling author Karen Robards calls Reinke "a new paranormal star" and Love Romances and More hails her as "a fresh new voice to a genre that has grown stale."

Web: www.sarareinke.com

Dark Passages: Tristan & Karen

Book Four in The Brethren Series

Blurb: Tristan Morin is a vampire on a mission: to not fall in love with Karen Pierce. To do so would prove that humans and Brethren were meant to be physically and emotionally bound to each other—something he, as a full-blooded Brethren, refuses to believe. It would be so much easier if Karen wasn't beautiful. And if there wasn't something about her that draws him like a moth to a flame, damn near impossible to resist.

Karen has always felt an inexplicable attraction to Tristan. More than just the fact he's strikingly handsome, it's as if being with him is something natural, comfortable and right. But soon a brash choice on his part leaves her heartbroken and confused, and a sadistic new enemy will put their tentative love—and their lives—to the ultimate test.

Dark Thirst

Book One in The Brethren Series

(Out of print in paperback through Kensington/Zebra)

For a limited time, readers can subscribe to my e-Newsletter and receive a FREE ebook copy of Dark Thirst with all-new, limited edition cover artwork! There’s no better way to be introduced to the world of the Brethren vampires than with the book that started it all Just visit www.sarareinke.com and sign up today!

Blurb: Brandon Noble is one of the Brethren, an ancient clan of ruthless vampires. Horrified by his birthright, Brandon shuns the ritual of the first kill, earning his family's lasting wrath. When he finds love with a human woman named Angelina —forbidden among the Brethren —his fate is sealed. Can Brandon protect Angelina from his enemies —and his own dark thirsts?

Coming in June:

Dark Passages 2: Pilar and Elías

Book 4A in The Brethren Series

A stand-alon

e prologue to the upcoming novel, Dark Vengeance

Blurb: Exotic dancer Pilar Cadana is everything Elías Velasco wants. A handsome young police detective, he's everything she needs...in more ways than he could ever imagine.

And coming in July in ebook and print:

Forsaken

Book One in The Netherworlde Series

He'll go through hell and back for her love...

Blurb: Jason Sullivan has everything he could have wanted in life -- his own business, the perfect girlfriend and the perfect opportunity to ask her to marry him. Then, in one violent, unexpected moment, he loses it all. Murdered in cold blood, wrongly condemned and enslaved to a sadistic demon, Jason must fight to reclaim not only the life and love he'd once known, but also his soul. Enjoy an excerpt, check out the promotional video, find out more about the Netherworlde and more at www.sarareinke.com.

Wild Trivia:

1. Where I met my husband: At a wedding (my best friend married his). I was the Maid of Honor and he was the Best Man.
2. I'd rather eat the perfect cheeseburger than a perfect steak.
3. Steak fries, shoestring or crinkle cut? Crinkle cut. With cheese. :)
4. I'm a not-so-secret zombie movie fiend...as long as I have a pillow or my husband's arm to hide behind while watching.
5. Something readers may not know about me: I do a lot of my own graphic artwork. For example, I created the covers for "Dark Passages 2" and the limited edition "Dark Thirst." (However, I also treat myself to the expert services of pros like Kim Killion at Hot Damn Designs! -- who did the "Dark Passages" cover -- and Robin Ludwig at Robin Ludwig Design, Inc. -- who did the cover for "Forsaken.") I also do my own web design and online graphics.

**If you would like to be featured on Blatant Promo Weekend please contact Jenn Hart:
jlhart79(at) gmail (dot)com*

Hop, Skip, Jump! (Don't Kill Your Process.)

I'm not a fast writer. Never have been, could never be. My life just isn't written that way. Until 2010, I always made steady progress, enough to win me three releases in 2009.

When life dealt my family an incomprehensible set of blows, I took a year off. Once the dust settled, I felt a lot of self imposed pressure to make up for lost time--and word count.

It made sense that if I wanted to catch my runaway career, I'd do what it took to make my process more efficient. For me, that meant finding a way to turn myself from pantser into plotter.

Good grief, what was I thinking?

The joy of craft has always been about excavating the story behind a bit of dialogue, a snippet of a scene. My finished pieces all have one thing in common. They were born leapfrog style, one scene giving rise to another, but not necessarily in chronological order.

I'm only surprised that it did surprise me when the effort to make my process more efficient instead killed it. While I'm thrilled with the results of all the classes I took on structure during this time, I'm not thrilled with my stories. By forcing myself to master a more efficient process, I lost the thrill of the hunt that keeps me at my keyboard.

And you know what? I don't want to write that way. Giving form to chaos is what I love about the process. For me, it's an organic effort.

Yesterday, as I sat in a hotel room, I was reminded of a snippet of a scene I began two years ago, just before my son's medical meltdown. I longed to revisit it. Though the prose was less than perfect, I found my missing joujou.

So all those dry plots and synopses I spent the last six months weaving went into my slush file last week.

From this day forward, I'm allowing myself to do what works for me...writing on the scene that shimmers in my mind during any given moment.

(Unedited) excerpt ensues!

***

From Surrender the Night, A Fang Cell Novel

(For my nightengale, whose song led me out of the darkness)
**

"You want me."

Dana's fingers gripped tighter the base of her snifter and her spine stiffened. She didn't need to turn around to glean the owner of the voice that had rasped those presumptuous words. She already knew. Ryder Black. The man--no, the Fang--that, if the truth be told, she had come here to see.

To spy on.

To seduce if that's what it took to prove him Tristan's murderer.

But if her mission went that far, it would play out on her terms, not his. Every trainer worth their salt knew the only way to master a Fang was to strike first in the psy-ops war. Shock and awe, baby. Shock and awe.

Determined to appear unaffected by his directness, his insolence, she swirled the amber liquid in the glass and lifted it to her nose to inhale its heady fragrance.

"Look at me," he commanded.

The hell she would. Just listent o him throw his words down in the matter of fact manner one might use to note the weather. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that, much less one if his kind.

She slammed down the contents of the snifter, nursing the affront his manner deserved. When she finally spun her barstool around, she meant only to skewer him, first with her glare, and then with a few caustic words of her own. I'll have you kenneled for that attitude, Fang...

The utterance died on her lips. She could feel her jaw drop as she saw how close he stood behind her, so close she could feel the heat from his body warming her cheeks. She had no choice but to tilt her head back in search of the face that belonged to that immense body, that sonorous voice.

Her stare hitched up, up, but she found no safe haven on which to rest her focus. Her gaze rode from muscled thighs straining against worn denim, up, to a stunning set of iced silver eyes. Ryder Black was composed of sinew and muscle, all hard edges and musky male. The man--no, the fang--was huge. Though she was no small woman herself, she resisted the urge to cringe in his shadow.

The glare she'd meant to pierce him with fell only to snag somewhere between his rough hewn jaw and his belt buckle. Bravado fading, she tore her attention from his broad shoulders, clung to the relative safety of a button that was threading halfway out of its hole, threatening to open wider the collar of his white button down.

His every breath teased her with glimpses of well developed pecs and a light dusting of crisp, golden curls. Fisting her hand against the desire to reach out and help that button along in its journey, she felt her anger change into something else.

Look away! Pinning her gaze on the mirrored wall behind him, she gasped. If she were to believe her reflection as it stared back at her, her body had betrayed her. Her flushed cheeks and parted lips proved her a woman overcome with desire.

Ryder had spoken the truth, after all.

She did want him. She wanted to grab both sides of his collar, not so much to choke the insolence from him, but rather to free that button, rip his shirt open, exposing his magnificent torso. Closing her eyes, she could almost hear his buttons pinging on the floor around them as she feasted her eyes on that gigantic body.

And that’s when she realized exactly what it was Immortium did to a woman. It caused the body to act, unedited, on the mind’s hidden fantasies. But only the satin half mask she wore afforded her the anonymity she needed to enact her desires.

The collar of his white shirt crackled as she gathered it in her fists. One well-timed yank, and his neckline was open, buttons pinging around the floor exactly as she’d envisioned. His shirt fell open to his waist; she gasped at the sight of him. Something inside her flexed and bowed until she stood outside herself, a shameless voyeur, watching her body act out a will that could never be her own.

Rather, his will. He wanted her. And knowing that changed everything.

There was more than one way to bring a Fang to his knees. Rising to her tiptoes, she tethered his neck with her arms and pressed her lips to the shell of his ear. “No, Ryder Black,” she whispered into his ear. “I believe it is you who came here seeking me…”

Secrets Volume 30 cover is officialy unleashed!

Hi all,

Yay. I don't have to fret about what to post today because, after an incredibly shitful week involving blown light-bulbs, hair dyers that give up the ghost, koozed fridge/freezers chock full of newly purchased meat and frozen food, and DH's who end up in the middle of 4-car accidents, not freaking winning Lotto meaning we'll be spending Easter searching for a new car that we can't really afford, and unfortunate encounters with stairs and concrete, I FINALLY HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS TO SHARE!

Woot!

Do I need to tell you how lucky you are? Well, you are. Because if this good news hadn't hit my inbox, I was going to be ranting about my shitful week. But hey, if you really have a hankering to read all about Murphy's Law, and why Murphy didn't appreciate me going public with my version of the "bad shit happens in threes" rule and how I reckon I'd beaten it, and how I was proven wrong, oh-so-very-wrong *whimper* you can read about it here.

But back to the good news!

It's official. I can now officially unleash the cover of the upcoming Red Sage Secrets Volume 30 Desires Unleashed anthology.

And here it is:



OMG, did you see it? That really is my name there on the cover! Squeee! My first ever print book! I'm mega-thrilled and hugely excited! Not that you could ever tell! *VBG*

What do you think?

I love it. But then, I'm totally biased and I can't really get past seeing my name on the cover *g*

I've even got a full cover jpeg with the front, spine and back, too. But I'll leave that one for Anne to reveal, since I got in first -- sorry Anne! ;-)

Oh, and here's the blurb for my novella from the anthology:

Kat On A Hot Tin Roof ~ Workaholic architect, Jace Burton, inadvertently flashes Kat Meyer, who later turns up at a crucial meeting... and seduces him in the bathroom. She's one of the designers vying to impress him. And boy, is he impressed when he discovers her prowling his house -- naked. Kat has no clue what's causing her nocturnal wanderings. And when Jace discovers she's the victim of a zodiac curse, will he fight to keep her, or run for the hills?

BTW, you have no idea how hard it was to take my original blurb and shorten it to fit on this back cover. It was like having my teeth pulled. By a grumpy dentist. Who'd run out of anesthetic. It was a special circle of hell, I tell you! (Perfect subject for a blog about the experience -- hence the aforementioned link. Yanno, because after my last Writers Gone Wild post, I'm still feeling a bit linky. Sorry.)

Right. Now it's off to do copy-edits for Kat and Jace. Catch you in a couple of weeks! Don't do anything I wouldn't do ;-)

Maree

150 Years After: The Civil War

Some of you might not realize it, but yesterday marked the 150th anniversary of the start of the Civil War. For those of you that don't "know" me, this is a really big deal in my house. Because I'm a Civil War SUPERFREAK. For real. Just ask any of my family members.

No one's really sure how it happened, but sometime around my 11th birthday, I got hooked on the war. I can't remember if I read or saw something on TV, but I became ravenous in my quest to find everything I could get my hands on about the Civil War. This is really weird, since a) I'm Canadian, and b) I was a young girl, with not even an ancestor to link me to the conflict.

Luckily my dad thought it was amusing, and fanned the flames of my curiosity by buying me books on the subject and watching documentaries with me. My favorite is the Ken Burns series. I remember racing home from ball practice at the age of 14 to watch every episode with my heart pounding. And then the best thing ever happened. My dad let me pick the destination for our annual family summer holiday. I picked Gettysburg, of course.

In the weeks leading up to the holiday, I spent countless hours planning our itinerary, so we could see as many battlefields as possible. The trip was amazing, and my favorite family holiday of all time. Not so sure the others loved it that much. My father patiently stopped at every marker and graveyard I asked him to, and my mother and little sister bore it all with admirable patience. Since then, I've dragged my hubby to a major reenactment and all sorts of other battlefields back east, despite my fear of flying. He even proposed to me on the hill at Fredericksburg, VA, and we had a Civil War wedding. He proudly wore the Yankee cavalry uniform I bought for him, and we cut the cake with one of my sabers. Just one of the antique weapons I've collected from the war.

Is this over the top? Probably. I can't even tell you why I love the Civil War so much; I just do. I mention all this because yesterday, in honor of the 150th anniversary, I submitted the novel of my heart to my new editor. A single title Civil War romance that I started way back at the age of 16. I've researched it to the nth degree, and rewritten it countless times. I've visited every single battlefield mentioned in the manuscript, and studied all the medical procedures involved, using medical texts from the period. I grew up with this book living inside of me, and in a lot of ways, it means more to me than anything else I've ever written.

In short, it was very scary to hit SEND this time. I'll be holding my breath on this one, so please send out good thoughts for me!

Guest Blogger Candi Wall

Jennifer L. Hart for Writers Gone Wild
It is my pleasure to introduce (and grill) ABNA quarterfinalist and one of my all time favorite writerly type people, Candi Wall writing as K.R. Lawson!

Thanks for having me Jenn! I’m super excited to visit all the lovely ladies here at Writer’s Gone Wild.

1) I’m a huge fangirl of the world you’ve constructed here. (Post-apocalyptic sci-fi romance, yum!) For those not in the know, tell us a little bit about your Y.A. novel, Ceres Wrath.

Ceres Wrath is the story of Krista Brewer. She’s a sixteen-year-old orphan, living in a world that’s been thrown into perpetual winter. The only person she counts as a friend is a scientist who’s creating alternate energy ‘suns’ that could give heat and light back to her dying planet. But when her mentor disappears, it’s up to Krista to complete his work and protect the ‘suns’ from brutal men who would use them to control what remains of humanity.

2.) When we first met you were strictly a romance writer.

What possessed you to try on Y.A?

Actually, I have a bit of a confession. I’ve dabbled with kidlet stories – of every age level – for years. I’ve written each of my kids their own stories, you know, just for fun. Then came Krista and Jace. They were originally supposed to be adults. That was my plan. For some reason, I couldn’t get past the first few pages without seeing Krista as a teen. She refused to let me. I listened to her and I’m sure glad I did. The characters wrote this book, not me.

I still love romance though and I try to infuse some of that into the YA as well, it just takes a secondary role.

3.) Wow! Learn something new everyday! I'm sure your kids loved that!

What or who was your inspiration for your main character, Krista and the mysterious Jace?

This is the beauty of writing. I started this story without a clear idea of who SHE was going to be. For close to ten pages, SHE was just a set of X’s so I’d know where to put her name when I figured out her character. Same with Jace. I have to write my characters first and let them tell me who they are. I’ll often put them in odd situations on the screen, just to see how they’ll react. They become their own entity. Though I will admit that my daughter had a really incredible picture of herself on the computer. She’d photo-doctored it in a blue-ish hue and she was wearing one of the fur-lined caps with the ear flaps. That picture screamed Krista!

4.) When did you decide to enter it in the 2011 ABNA contest?

To Read a snippet of Cerces Wrath click HERE

At the last minute! Well, sort of. I entered and kept updating my submission until the cut-off date. It was all somewhat of a blur, so I’m still not completely certain I managed to get in all the edits before submissions closed.

What I love about ABNA is the amazing opportunity Amazon is giving authors. There are two categories – General Fiction and Young Adult. Two winners, one from each category, will be chosen in the end by Penguin Group and will receive a nice advance and a publishing contract. Well, why in the world wouldn’t I give it a shot?

I’m happy (and shocked) to say I made it through the pitch round (10,000 entries whittled down to 2,000) and then the next cut (2,000 down to 500) to put CERES WRATH in the quarter finals. Now we all have to wait for April 26^th, when the semi-finalists are announced (500 down to 100). Anyone have any suggestions on how to get through the next couple weeks?

5.) Do you have more books planned for this particular series?

What else do you have in the works?

YES! And I’m so excited about the next two novels. There is SO much still in store for Krista and Jace. The stories are outlined and just waiting to be written. Hint, hint, any publishers out there listening? Oh, sorry. That was a ‘shiny’ moment.

Other works?

Goodness, do you have a word limit? (Not for people we like! ;-)

In YA I have the first draft almost completed for a ‘Mulan meets Matched’ story, where my character takes the place of her twin brother in a futuristic military. She does this to hide his mentally disability – a condition that would sentence him to a deadly asylum.

I also have a few romance novels in the works that are centered around characters who rescue, rehabilitate, or work in a field that helps animals. The stories are super fun and what’s more sexy than a hunky guy brought to his knees by a puppy – or a Chinchilla? (Yes, that actually happens in one of the stories.)

6.) Give us a glimpse of a day in the life of K.R. Lawson.

What’s your day to day routine?

Sheer Craziness.

I’m a mother of four, my oldest son is nineteen and serving in the military. I have a fifteen-year-old daughter who’s about to get her driving permit, a ten-year-old son who loves 70’s and 80’s rock, and a seven-year-old son who loves life so much he wanders through every day with a smile on his face and an imagination that’s incredible. I’m a Cub Scout leader and serve as a committee member, and you can definitely call me a soccer-softball-baseball-wrestling-basketball-mom.

I work full-time with my husband as a landscaper – and I’m glad spring is here so I can start working off some of this winter padding I’ve gained. You aren't alone there! I've got an M&M chin!

Oh, and I’m an Animal Control Officer for four towns. Spay/Neuter your pets! Sorry, that’s habit now.

There’s no routine for me. I write when I can, usually in stolen moments after the kids are in bed. But at any time, you could potentially find me along the road chasing down horses, pigs, cows, dogs, cats, (and once a peacock) who decided to go-a-visiting. Other days, I’m in court, wishing I could find a judge that gave tit-for-tat punishment to people who abuse their animals.

7.) Do you have a career arc mapped out or are you winging it? (Like I am ;-)

Oh, definite career arc mapped. In dry-erase. In three potential patterns.

One for each genre I play with so that if any pans out, I know how to utilize publication in one to further the other. I want to write, as my career, in all three genres I enjoy and I have every intention of building a solid foundation for each persona I put out to the public.

8.) Wild Card Question. Lights on or off?

OFF! Always. I love the dark!