Monday, April 17, 2017

Meet Author Paul McDermott

. . . In 1945, U-boat Kapitän Herbert Nollau must deliver a weapon which will turn the war in Germany’s favour. His orders are delivered verbally. There will be no written records... and no witnesses.
. . . Alone, far from home, hunted by the Danish Resistance and the might of the Allied Forces, he must obey either his final Orders…or the inner voice of his conscience.

This week, Wild Women Authors welcomes Paul McDermott, author of Spear of Destiny, an April 15th release out of Class Act Books. With him is protagonist, Herbert Nollau.

Welcome, Herr Nollau. Tell us a bit about Spear of Destiny. You must understand, you are asking me to disclose Classified Information. The Geneva Convention requires of me only to disclose my name, rank and military number. But I can confirm that my escape from U534 was made possible when I clung to a piece of flotsam which proved to contain an ancient spear.

What made you choose the submarine service for a career? Family tradition. In Germany we have a saying: “One for the Farm, one for the Kaiser and one for the Kirsche.” (‘Church’). The eldest son took over the farm, the second son would enter the Armed Forces, the third was expected to become a priest. I chose to serve in the Navy, and applied for secondment to the U-boat division.

Knowing what you know now, if you had it to do over again, would you stick with being a naval officer or do something different? With hindsight, I believe my elder brother got the best deal – that’s probably why taking over the family farm was his right! Traditions should be respected, and in peacetime I would happily accept my responsibility to defend the Fatherland, but I would most likely seek a commission in the Army rather than the Navy.

What is your biggest fear? You might think it logical that a sailor would fear death by drowning, especially if you spend a large part of every day at depths which make any hope of reaching the surface impossible. Efficient naval training has helped me cope with this instinctive fear, but I would be terrified of flying: for me, the Luftwaffe was never an option.

Who is your favorite fictional character? I went to school before the Reich began to censor the literature we were permitted to read. I loved the Classics, and I most admired Jason and his voyages on the Argos, combating mythical monsters, performing truly heroic deeds. He always made the honourable choice, and I have always striven to follow his example.

What is the best piece of advice you ever received? When I left home to begin military training, I was told to serve my country well, and return home a hero. I have tried my best to serve my country: how I am received when I eventually return to the Fatherland remains to be seen.
Thank you for this interview. We'd now like to talk to your creator, Paul McDermott.

Which writer or character[s], from either books or movies have had a major impact on your writing? When I decided to attempt a piece of fiction with such close ties to historical events which occurred within living memory (World War 2) I realised that I would have to respect the known recorded history of the time. In this, the Irish tradition of Oral History was a godsend: speaking to people who had ‘been there, done that …’ – the men who had been members of the Danish Resistance “Mødstandsbevægelsen”) – was essential. Military fiction from e.g. Dennis Wheatley, and W.E. Johns (avoiding gung-ho Hollywood-style film scripts) and non-fiction accounts of major action (especially in the North Atlantic) were also necessary.

With regard to research, where did you start for this novel? Did that lead you down different paths, thereby changing the original concept? My start point for this novel was the respect and admiration I had for the unsung heroes I had the privilege of knowing while I lived in Denmark. It was a constant ‘itch in that one inaccessible spot’ for me to know that their heroic actions were almost unknown, their story untold. I wanted to do something to redress that perceived injustice. 4
When the Danish billionaire Carsten Rees funded the salvage of U-534 and agreed to have it installed as a permanent exhibit in my home town (or to be precise, on the opposite bank of the river, in Birkenhead) I decided it was time to take the plunge. I knew where I was going from Day One: nothing changed the course of my Synopsis/Plot Arch, and there were times when I felt I was simply watching the word appear unbidden on the screen before me.
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Tell us a bit about your publisher. How did you hear about them? How is the submission process? I first heard of Class Act through being a ‘regular’ at [Sundays & Wednesdays]. The same ‘self-help’ chat group were also my link to the publishers of my first books, Whimsical Publications [Florida]. Class Act recently re-opened for Submissions after a few months dealing with a backlog, and if my own experience is typical, their turnaround time from acceptance to production is impressive! The submission process itself seems pretty straightforward, even for a technophobic dinosaur like me.

What are you reading right now? At the moment I have on my bedside table a twin-language collection of Celtic Fairy Tales in Gælic & English, forcing me to learn a bit faster! I’m a local patriot, so I always read the local newspaper looking for inspiration for a story. I also keep several notepads on my night table. Lots of my yarns are based on DREAMS … that could be the start of another four pages of Interview, so I’ll leave that for another time.
What's next for you? Next up for me: before The Spear of Destiny I’m having a children's’ book called Rocking Horse Dropping,” published on World Book Day, March 2, thanks to a local publisher, another proud Scouse patriot
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Monday, April 10, 2017

To Hell In A Coach Bag

They may be on the road to Hell, but at least they’d enjoy the trip.

This week Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome a frequent visitor back to our blog. M.J. Schiller has brought info about her latest release--To Hell In A Coach Bag—and this one looks like a real hoot.

First a bit about M.J.:
She is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That's right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.

And here’s something about To Hell In A Coach Bag which features four Midwest lunch ladies on a cross-country road trip...

Danielle (Dani)- is the widow who can’t shake a chance run-in with a spectacular looking roadie.

Samantha (Sam)- is the wild cannon divorcee who has broken more hearts than hockey players have broken noses.

Alexis (Alex)- is their coworker and along for the ride to escape from tension at home between her and her recently unemployed husband. 

And what about Maxine (Max?)- Mid-life hormones have turned the Boss Lady into a raving sex addict.  Though she is in love with her husband, her insatiable appetite is making her miserable.

Could their destination be Love?

Two women whose marriages are on the rocks. Will time apart from their spouses help them weather their matrimonial storms?

Two single women who equate love with pain. But when a twist of fate reunites Dani with her roadie, will she have the guts to open up to Tucker and perhaps start a new relationship? 

And when Sam discovers that Kyle, the Canadian referee she met at the same rock concert, is in town for a Colorado Avalanche game, she may find that her own broken heart has a chance at mending. 

Is happiness around the next corner? Or are these four women simply headed TO HELL IN A COACH BAG?

An excerpt from Sam and Kyle's story:

When I slipped into the box, Sam already had her purse in her hand, a coat slung over one arm. She hurried toward the door, and then froze when she saw me, her mouth hanging open.
She was running out on me.
"Going somewhere?" I crossed my arms and glared, angry she would leave without even waiting to see me. I'd been thinking of her all night, except when I was on the ice, when hockey automatically took over. But during period breaks, I scanned the box I called in favors for, hoping for a glimpse of her.
"Kyle." I sensed the forced enthusiasm in her voice. She ran up the stairs and hugged me, but my arms remained crossed. She let go and stepped back. I marched past her, trying to cool down, walking and walking until I ran out of space at the back of the box. I turned to face her, spreading my arms along the outer rail and leaned against the half-wall with my feet crossed in front of me.
She seemed to debate strategies, and then began to saunter toward me, dropping her coat and purse on the back of one of the seats. She looked fabulous, damn it. She wore jeans and a cream-colored sweater that zipped both down from the top, and up from the bottom, with rhinestones in-between. I took a deep breath. As she moved, I could see her tan stomach and navel at the bottom of the sweater, and a tease of her bra at the top. My hands sweated, but I told myself I wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily. She had this way of walking, almost a strut, but not obnoxiously so. Just a slow, sensual, self-confident ramble that made my pulse go through the roof. But she was about to leave me. After I'd gotten the booth for her and everything. And she'd promised to wait. It ticked me off.
She came so close I could smell her perfume. There was something about a self-confident woman that was a total turn on for me. But I wasn't into being used either.
"Kyle." Her eyes were mesmerizing as she tried to sweet talk me, a fire in their depths that had me licking my lips. "I know it seemed like I was getting ready to leave when you walked in. But I was going to use the bathroom. I wouldn't have left without seeing you."
"Yeah. You should have gone with that when I first walked in. It would have been more believable then," I said dryly, but I could feel my lips turn up.
"Kyle..." She reached for me, and I pushed her hands away.
"No, Sam. This isn't going to work." I stormed past her, but she grabbed my arm.
"Kyle! Please!" Her face seemed genuinely pained. I decided to give it one last chance.
"Why did you come here tonight?"
"Why did I...?" Her eyes danced around the box, and she licked her lips. "I-I like hockey, and you were nice enough to offer the seats..." She fiddled with the zipper on her sweater, tugging it up and down and wreaking havoc on my heart rate.
"So it wasn't because you wanted to see me?"
Her soulful brown eyes flashed to mine, appearing startled at first, and then angry.
"Well... that was a plus, sure."
"But you came mostly for the game."
"Yes. I'm a big hockey fan. I go to the Blackhawks games all the time."
"Do you?" I asked, incredulous.
"What was the score tonight, Sam?"
"The score," I barked. "The score of the hockey game you were so into."
"Five to two."
"And the winner?"
"Good. The Colorado Avalanche was the winning team." She looked so pleased with herself, I almost hated to burst her bubble. Almost. "But the score was three to one."
"Well, I'm not good with numbers. I just enjoy good hockey."
"Oh, I see. Describe one play you saw tonight."
"Well... oh. There was the time those guys took their gloves off for some reason and circled around each other like they were going to dance." She smiled, batting her eyelashes. She was playing me now. She wasn't that stupid. And damn it if I didn't take the bait and smile back at her. She just looked so cute.
"That would be called a fight. The fight that earned me a sore jaw." I rubbed it unconsciously.
"Oh," she cooed, moving closer and stroking me gently along my jaw. I didn't bat her hand away this time. "You poor baby." I wasn't angling for her sympathy, but I wasn't too unhappy about receiving it either. "Were you crying to your momma?" she teased.
"No. But I referred to a mother a lot," I muttered.
"Let me kiss it and make it better."
I grabbed her wrists and gave her a little shake. "You don't get off that easy," I growled, though still smiling. I moved her hands down and set them free, grabbing her hips and hauling her into me. Her eyes sparked, and the ends of her lips curled up. "Obviously, you didn't come here to watch the game. Could it be, maybe, just maybe, you came to see me?"

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Monday, April 3, 2017

Meet An Old West Editor

. . . Constance Forrester has no intention of getting married. She is a suffragette and determined to change society. When Stephen Dawson, her school chum, starts a newspaper in their sleepy little town, Constance discovers an opportunity. With confidence and an unflinching will, she asks Stephen to take a risk and employ her as a journalist.
. . . Stephen is stunned by Constance's impossible proposal and immediately turns her down. But the small moments he's spent with Constance have peeked someone's curiosity, and Stephen finds himself sought after by the town princess, Madeline Talbut. Stephen has loved Madeline for years, and when the young lady finally shows an interest in him, he concocts a plan: enter into a fake courtship with Constance in order to make Madeline love him, and in return, Constance can be a journalist for his newspaper. Anonymously, of course.
. . . It’s a chance Constance can't pass up. So what if she has to attend parties and withstand Stephen's heart-melting kisses? A suffragette must forge through barriers, break down walls and risk all for the sake of freedom. But Stephen changes the game, and Constance finds herself the object of the editor's desire…

This week, Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome back an old friend and frequent visitor to the blog: Kara O’Neal, author of The Editor’s Kisses, latest in Kara’s Pikes Run series. She’s brought Stephen Dawson who will go first.
Hello, Stephen. Tell us a bit about yourself, like where you’re from. Pikes Run, Texas.
Tell us a bit about The Editor’s Kisses. I had this great idea. I decided to step out with Constance in order to make the girl I thought I loved jealous. Constance agreed because I promised her she could write for my newspaper if she helped me. One night we got stuck in a broom closet, and I kissed her. And figured out I’d been completely wrong about love.
What did you think the first time you saw Constance? Can’t say as I remember. The first time I saw her was when we were children. But she was always my friend, and she was a determined person. She had a lot of goals even as an adolescent.
What was your second thought? She was persistent.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? No. It was more like “love at first kiss”.
What do you like most about her? She has dreams. She doesn’t compromise on who she is or what she wants to be.
How would you describe Constance? Strong in mind and spirit.
How would she describe you? Calm. Steady. And she’d probably say that, while I was quiet about my plans to start a newspaper, that I’m just as determined as she is.
What made you choose running a newspaper for a career? Communication is important in order to open doors and stimulate ideas. Newspapers and the stories within them are catalysts for learning about people and the world. You don’t have to leave the comfort of your parlor while discovering a new idea.
What is your biggest fear? Losing my family. My mother passed away when I was seventeen, and it was difficult. I hope I don’t have to experience something like that for long time.
How do you relax? Read, play with my children, talk with my wife.
Who is your favorite fictional character? I prefer reading the news, but I do have a favorite fictional character. My sister-in-law has written a series of children’s stories centered around Sir Pendergast. I enjoy the fun-loving knight.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My mother knew I’d given my love to the wrong girl. She warned me, but instead of listening I spent the next five years trying to win her over. I sometimes wonder if she pushed me toward Constance from her place in Heaven.
Thanks for giving us a picture of yourself as well as Constance. We wish you well with the newspaper. Now it’s time to speak with Kara.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? Anne of Green Gables is a major influence on me, as is Little Women, but these came early in my life. As an adult, I found Jane Austen; her novels are truly literary magic.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I established a connection to this story through Constance. She’s a suffragette. She has dreams and plans and sticking to them can be hard. It took thirteen years for me to be published, and it was hard to keep writing when it took me from my children and family at certain times. If I hadn’t had support from my husband, family and friends, I wouldn’t have kept it up. So, I felt a kinship with Constance. I understood her.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? Resplendence Publishing was accepting historicals that weren’t Regency. I write Westerns, so when I saw that they were looking for something different, I quickly submitted. It was the right decision. My editors have made me a better writer.
What project[s] are you working on now? I’m currently working on The Ranger’s Vow. It’s the ninth book in the Pikes Run Series. It’s about Sherry, Constance’s sister, and boy howdy was Sherry fun to write! She’s daring, I tell ya!
What's up next for you? More Pikes Run! I’ve got nine more books coming in this series. I love this little town I’ve made, and the families who live there.

Kara brought along an excerpt from The Editor’s Kisses:

     “Constance,” he uttered. “I’m gonna kiss you.”
     She flinched again.
     “I won’t hurt you, I swear it. But if I don’t kiss you…they’ll all question us and our…attachment.” He was an ass. He was using their agreement to coax her into acquiescence, and while he knew it, and was ashamed of it, he continued. “It will only be for a second. I’ll just brush my lips with yours.”
     In the darkness, he felt her slight nod against his chin. His heart pounded at her quiet surrender.
     When she pulled back as far as the space would allow, and lifted her head to his, heat slashed through him. He’d never needed a kiss as much as he needed hers.
      Madeline had kissed him. Once. Behind the schoolhouse when they were sixteen. And that moment hadn’t caused near the anticipation this one was.
     He lowered his head and swallowed her gasp. It wasn’t a brush even though he only set his lips on hers. It was a fire. A shot of whiskey that whipped through him and pooled in his gut. He deepened the connection, and she let him, sighing and sinking into him despite already being as close to him as he could get her.
     But there was a melting. A need to move to the ground and cover her, press her down and make her his. He used his tongue, tasting her. She capitulated instantly and opened her mouth under his. He took what she allowed without hesitation as his free hand came up to grip her waist.
     The damn closet was too small. His left hand was wedged between her side and the slender door. But though he couldn’t get his arms around her, he didn’t stop the kiss. It went on and on, stealing his breath, tightening his chest, and making him doubt everything he’d ever known about his heart.
     Rapid footsteps had him surging backward and he knocked his head on the wall.
     The door was flung open and cool air blasted his cheeks. He and Constance fell out of the space, their limbs tangling as they tried to right themselves.
     Peals of laughter rung around them as Stephen reached out a hand to balance her. She latched on like she didn’t want to let go, and his muscles vibrated with hope she had enjoyed the moment as he had.
     It had taken less than a few seconds for him to realize kissing her had been the wrong thing to do. But also the most right, most perfect, most sound judgement he’d ever made in his life.
     As those who’d crowded around the entrance to the kitchen went roaring with laughter back into the parlor, he gazed at Constance. And his world tilted.
     Her flushed cheeks and bright eyes made his heart constrict with an emotion he was too afraid to name at the moment. But he knew what it was. He knew.
     How in the devil had it happened? Was he a fool? A fickle man?
He swallowed. “Do you want to leave?”
     And before his eyes he witnessed a transformation that set his blood on fire. Determination changed her expression, and she lifted her chin.
     “Certainly not. I’m quite all right, I assure you.” She gave a shake to her skirts. “We’ve a job to do, Stephen Dawson, and I’ll not let you down.”
     She exited the kitchen with a swirl of satin, and he followed with less sure steps. She wouldn’t let him down, he was positive. But he was afraid he might disappoint her, for if she knew the direction of his thoughts, she would never forgive him. Constance Forrester had no time for any man. She had plans. Plans that didn’t include caring for the heart of the newspaper editor.

If the interview with Stephen and Kara, then the excerpt intrigued you as much as it did us, here’s where you can purchase The Editor’s Kiss:

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Sunday, March 26, 2017

Pinterest. I LUUUVVV It

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     For years friends and peers have been telling me over and over to utilize Pinterest to show off my books as well as my craft business.

     Okay, I could see taking photographs [louse photographer that I am] then posting them to a Pinterest Board. It might turn a browser into an actual buyer. But when and where do I find the time? Another story for another day.

     When it came to my books and WIPs the thought of taking precious time away from writing to search the net for photographs seemed wasteful. Not so, said my Pinterest Queen friends and daughters. Not in this lifetime, I responded or when God in her infinite wisdom decides to add a few more hours in the day--or grants me the ability to survive on less sleep.

     In mid February I vended at a craft show at a local mall which featured a bridal shop. Shoppers were not exactly beating down my door, so to speak, but as I contemplated ways to search out a certain style wedding dress to be used in my current WIP, I realized staff at the bridal shop might be willing to help me.

     Before the day ended, I entered the shop and discovered the owner was more than willing to listen to my tail of woe about surfing the net for the 'wedding dress of my dreams' without results. 
     She asked, “Have you tried Pinterest?”
     “Hmm,” I said. “I don't usually do that but I know people who do.”
     “Ask them to show you the ropes,” she said. “You'll get more results than you ever imagined.”

     Within 72 hours I became the local Pinterest Queen.

     My first board was titled Bridal Dresses/Prom Dresses/Evening Gowns. The next one is named Victorian Houses; the next Rooms. All for a second WIP.

     I like to multi-task.
   And now, I could become addicted to this wonderful aid.

   I've found photos of those people who look like my vision of my heroes and heroines and a few secondary characters. Since I love hockey and baseball you can bet they're on their boards. Faves in music, movies and TV shows are there too. Anything that lights my fire [I even have a board with that title].

     What boards do you have?

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Meet Josie Forrester, MD

Wild Women Authors is pleased to have author Angela Raines and Josephine, Josie, Forrester, female protagonist of Angela's latest release out of Prairie Rose Publications, Josie's Dream. First up is Josie.
Where are you from? Des Moines Iowa
Tell us a bit about Josie’s Dream. Since corresponding with Dr. Harriett Leonard, a past student at my medical school, I've been dreaming of coming to Colorado. Dr. Leonard offered to let me work at the Spa in Manitou Springs where she is the proprietor, but I want to create a practice in a smaller town, where people really need me. Once I arrive in Kiowa Wells on the eastern plains of Colorado, a few miles from the rail head at Kit Carson, my biggest obstacle is finding a place to set up my practice.
What did you think the first time you saw William Murphy?Will was riding through Kiowa Wells and I just had a brief glimpse of a man who looked interesting. I’d not seen many of his type back in Iowa where I grew up and went to medical school.
What was your second thought? The second time we met, he'd helped rescue a young girl from a rather nasty acting man. Will dealt with him very handily, not that I couldn’t have eventually taken care of the situation. Even if that does sound like bragging.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? More like admiration that grew to love from there.
What do you like most about Will? He had a sense of honor and duty that came through in all he did. He was there when I needed him, even though I didn’t know it at the time.
How would you describe him? Will always tried to finish what he started, even when he didn’t realize he was courting me. When he was shot and lost his memory, nothing would stop him from finding out the truth, even if he didn’t like the answer. There is just something solid and comforting about Will Murphy.
Solid and comforting, that's a great description of a man, anyone actually. How would he describe you? A bossy doctor who took her job very seriously. It’s hard to be a doctor, especially a female doctor in late 1870s. But despite all that was thrown in her way, she persevered and became beloved and honored by her community. She also had a sense of humor and doesn’t take herself, only her job seriously.
What made you choose medicine for a career? My father was a doctor and I always wanted to soothe the pain and fears of those around me. Even if my father had reservations about my choice, he supported my decision. I believed I would be alone, without a family. Most men would not like the idea of a female doctor.
In 1870, we imagine many folks, men and women, would not like the idea of a female physician--until she proves herself to them. What is your biggest fear, Josie? My biggest fear, which I confronted head on, was whether I could develop a medical practice in a rural Colorado town. I knew I needed to be somewhere where I could make a difference. I just had to get the people to trust my abilities.
Amen, sister. How do you relax? I love spending time with my [new] friends in and around Kiowa Wells, and so enjoy being with my husband and family.
Who is your favorite fictional character? I have to say, I’ve not had a lot of time for reading anything other than medical journals once I decided to become a physician. It I wish to remain current, I must know what the latest information is.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? “Follow your heart and don’t let anything stop you.” I’m not sure who told me that, but the idea has stayed with me my whole life.
Thanks for taking time to visit with us, Josie. Now it's time to speak with Angela.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? This is a tough question for me. As an actor/performer from a young age, I would say almost every play and song I sang left a piece of themselves in me. The thing about performing, if you want to be any good, is to lose yourself in the life of the character you are playing. That concept continued on in the books I have read. I lost myself in the story and it also left pieces inside me. If push came to shove, I would say “The Highwayman” a poem by Alfred Noyes is a strong contender along with the novel “Calico Palace” by Gwen Bristow for helping to guide me to telling stories. Still that would only scratch the surface.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I have been researching and telling the story of early women doctors, especially in Colorado prior to 1900, for over four years. Their stories along with the names of a couple of them found their way into this current story.
Tell us a bit about your publisher. I was following the work of Cheryl Pierson, whom I loved to read. When she and Livia Washburn began Prairie Rose Publications, I suggested I might try my hand at writing for them. Cheryl was very open to that idea and encouraged and helped me to publication with my first novella, “Home For His Heart” in 2014. The rest has been history, as they say.
What projects are you working on now? I am currently working on another medieval short story that hopefully will be in the upcoming PRP winter medieval anthology. I am also writing a book about the early women doctors in Colorado Springs who are buried in Evergreen Cemetery there.
What's up next for you? I would like to try my hand at a straight up Western and a contemporary love story. Under my real name Doris McCraw, I have chapters in some of the Pikes Peak Library Districts history symposium books. In the upcoming release of “Disasters of the Pikes Peak Region” I have a chapter on the social ramifications of the Cripple Creek Volcano - a 35 Millions year disaster. I will also have a chapter on the women doctors in a forthcoming book “Myth & Mysteries” from the symposium from 2016.
Angela brought along an excerpt from Josie's Dream for us:

“Stop bothering me,” the man said, “why would anyone want a cheap ...” only to have his words cut off with the sound of a sharp slap. This was immediately followed by the sound of pain from the girl.
Josie didn’t hesitate, “What’s going on back there?” she called.
“None of your concern,” the male voice answered.
“As a doctor, I beg to differ,” Josie retorted, “I heard a cry of pain.”
A growl sounded, then Josie only just caught a young girl as she was thrust from the alley’s mouth. Josie had barely kept her own balance, catching a movement behind her as strong arms steadied her and the girl.
From the light from the window, Josie thought she recognized the girl as a moan escaped clenched lips, when Josie touched the girl’s right shoulder. Before Josie could do anything about the man in the alley, the arms that had been supporting her dropped as the man rushed past, heading into the alley. “You don’t treat a woman that way,” she heard, followed by the sound of blows and subsequent grunts and howls.
“It sounds like you may have a damaged shoulder,” Josie told the girl, while continuing to support her. All the while listening to the sounds coming from the alley.
“Yeah, it hurts a bit,” the girl finally answered.
To learn more about Angela Raines and the stories she's created, as well as those written under her real name, Doris McCraw, go to at:

Monday, March 13, 2017

Meet Player-Architect Nick Morgan

. . . When Sophie Barnes’s fiancé jilts her at the altar, her carefully planned life implodes. Considering her ex’s betrayal to be a rude wake-up call, she leaves everything she knows in San Diego and flees to Laguna Beach. She vows to transform her life by avoiding men for a year and by fulfilling her dream of writing a wildly successful novel.
. . . Sophie’s new landlord, Nicholas Morgan, is a gorgeous, successful architect with a player reputation. He makes it tough for Sophie to remember that she’s sworn to be single. Nick’s avoided the intimacy of a long-term relationship--until Sophie’s independence, courage, and beauty touch his guarded heart. Both Sophie and Nick are terrified of being hurt again, but can they resist the pull of true love?

This week Wild Women Authors welcomes Claire Marti author of Second Chance In Laguna, her first release out of the Wild Rose Press. First up is architect Nick Morgan.
Where are you from? Laguna Beach, California
Tell us a bit about Second Chance In Laguna: It’s the story of how meeting Sophie Barnes jolted me out of my comfortable life. Before Sophie, I’d never needed a woman before. Casual dating was perfect. My focus was on my career as an architect, my friends, and my close relationship to my only living relative, my little sister Alyssa.
What did you think the first time you saw Sophie Barnes? She literally stole my breath away.
Interesting. And your second thought? How soon could I convince her to go out with me.
Good one, Nick. Was it love at first sight? I don’t know about love at first sight. I just know she was different than any other woman I’d met before. I needed to see her again, needed to get to know her.
What do you like most about Sophie? Her courage and her passion. Her big blue eyes kill me.
How would you describe her? She’s smart, she’s clever, she’s beautiful, she makes me smile, and she isn’t afraid of anything or anyone.
How would Sophie describe you? The perfect man. Ha ha. Well, maybe the perfect man for her.
What made you choose architecture as a career? My father was an architect and I wanted to follow in his footsteps. I had a knack for design and love the idea of creating lasting landmarks.
What is your biggest fear? Letting life pass me by.
How do you relax? Surf, spend time with Sophie, and hang out with my dog Bailey.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Howard Roark from The Fountainhead because he was a trailblazing architect who followed his dreams.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Life is too short to be afraid of taking a chance and being vulnerable.
Thanks for taking the time to speak with us, Nick. Now it's Claire's turn at bat.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer?
I’ve always been a bookworm and pilfered a few of my mom’s historical bodice rippers when I was ten years old. I love to be transported. I love Ernest Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Ayn Rand. Then, I love romance, especially stories by Nora Roberts and Kerrigan Byrne. I prefer comedies and romantic comedies for films. Romance is my preferred genre because I want a happy ending.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? My ex-fiancé was a serial cheater and I lived that betrayal. It wasn’t hard for me to pull up the emotions Sophie experienced with her ex-fiancé jilting her at the altar.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? The Wild Rose Press is my publisher. On my journey to publication, I queried a variety of romance publishers and found The Wild Rose Press to be the best fit for my Finding Forever in Laguna series.
What project[s] are you working on now? I’m working on revisions with my editor on Book Two in the series and moving from first draft to second draft on Book Three.
What's up next for you? After I finish this series, I’m going to branch out into historical romance.
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Claire brought along an excerpt from this delicious sounding second chance at love story:
Nick arrived right on time, looking gorgeous in faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt. How did he always manage to start the butterflies fluttering in her stomach? Just by standing there with the setting sun framing him? She was in trouble.

“Hi beautiful, ready to go?” He clasped her face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

Returning his kiss, Sophie wound her arms around his neck and deepened it. She couldn’t resist. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her close to his broad chest.

“Mmmm, feel free to greet me like that every time I come over,” he said, lips curved up into a sweet smile.

Heat washed her cheeks and she returned his smile. “Let’s go. Prepare to be blown away by the movie snack of the century.”

Determined to keep things light and enjoy the movie before “the talk,” Sophie thrust down the lick of panic bubbling in her gut. She’d accomplished next to nothing all afternoon, instead wrestling with whether she needed to tell him about Doug.

The angel on her shoulder whispered to tell him because if they were going to have any kind of relationship, even a friends-with-benefits one, honesty and trust were vital.

The devil urged her to zip it. They’d only known each other a few weeks. What if he lived up to his “Player of Laguna” reputation and expected only a fun fling? Even though he seemed deeper than that. What if she scared him off with a premature talk?

Monday, March 6, 2017

They're Back . . .

Sometimes fantasies turn out better than expected

     Charged with trespassing and indecent exposure on Erik Stenson's private beach, Carson and Josie Sandberg return to South Padre Island to take care of the ticket. However, their reunion with Erik is not what they expected. An invitation for a drink turns into a weekend of passion that fulfills fantasies and leaves all parties wanting to explore a threesome outside the bedroom. Will time, distance, and family issues stand in the way, or will they be surprised again? 

Wild Women Authors is delighted to welcome back Wild Rose Press author Anita Kidesu with Surprise Me Again, a sequel to her fabulous Candy Hearts short story out of the Scarlet Rose line, Surprise Me. This time she's brought Eric Stenson, the third party to this threesome, with her. First up is Eric.

Where are you from? South Padre Island
Tell us a bit about Surprise Me Again. I met Carson and Josie Sandberg in the short story, Surprise Me, at a bar. I had actually seen them while I was fishing off my private beach. They had trespassed on my land and found a place to . . . well, you can guess what they were doing. My sister called the police and had them arrested. I meet them again when they return to South Padre Island to attend court.
What did you think the first time you saw Josie Sandberg? She was gorgeous.
Works for us. And your second thought? I thought she was cheating on her husband, which ticked me off. Then Carson came in, and I realized they were playing a pick-up game with each other.

Was it love at first sight? More like I was intrigued. Love came later.

What do you like most about Josie? Her commitment to her husband and marriage. Then her commitment to both of us.
How would you describe her? Funny. Smart. Sexy. Lovely inside and out.
How would she describe you? I think she thinks or thought I was lonely. I hope she thinks I’m sexy.
What made you choose writing as a career? I think it chose me. I can’t even tell you how it all came about or where the idea came from. I just know that after my wife left me, I needed an outlet and writing seemed to be that for me. I was able to make her an evil person in the story and it seemed to help me cope.
What is your biggest fear? That Carson and Josie will leave me.
How do you relax? I love to fish, swim, read, and spend time with Josie and Carson
Who is your favorite fictional character? Tom Sawyer. As a kid I loved his adventures and pretending I was him.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Don’t worry what others think about me and my writing.
This has been great, Eric. You've given us and our visitors new insight to relationships of more than the usual one man-one woman and we thank you for that. Now it's time to chat with Anita.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? There are so many authors that I love reading: Kathleen Woodiwiss, LaVyrle Spencer, Susan Wiggs, Jude Deveraux. Their stories are so life-like, so real. I hope my writing evokes that in my readers. I don’t watch many movies.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I remember when our children were middle-schoolers. We were so busy with our jobs and the kids, I felt my husband and I were losing ourselves as a couple. I decided to try and spice things up.

In “Surprise Me,” there are two scenes that came from real life. The one where Josie and Carson are trying to find a place to park and end up at the end of their driveway. One night my husband and I went out and decided to go parking. We were so nervous about getting caught, we ended up at the end of our driveway. The other one is when Josie greets Carson at the door by throwing open her coat wearing next to nothing beneath it. Luckily in real life I hadn’t opened my coat as soon as I opened the door, because it was the neighbor boy.
What project[s] are you working on now? I just finished and sent off Carson and Josie’s twin sons’ story to my editor. I’m waiting to see if I get a contract.
What's up next for you? While I was writing the twin’s story, a female character popped up. I would like to write her story. Both the twins’ and her story are also menages.
Anita brought an excerpt from Surprise Me Again:

"What about you?" Josie said. "Have you ever been married?"
"I was. Years ago. It didn't last."
A flicker of sorrow passed over Josie's eyes. "Can you tell us what happened?" She frowned into her drink. "That is, if you want to."
"It's okay. I married Jessica about…” Hell how long had it been? Where had the time gone? "I guess nearly twenty years ago. Like you, we met in college, fell in love, married. Things were good for a few years."
Josie leaned to her side, allowing the waiter to place a plate before her. Ignoring her food, she folded her hands under chin and kept her attention on him. "What happened?"
"We wanted children. Jessica ached for children. It became an obsession." Eric took one of the large shrimp from the platter in the middle of the table and began peeling it with trembling fingers, giving him a chance to get his emotions under control. Lord, how he'd wanted children, but not enough to end his marriage.
"After a few years when we didn't conceive, we looked for answers. By that time Jessica was convinced she was the problem and fell into a deep depression. Nothing I did helped. She wouldn't agree to see a counselor. My mother finally convinced us to seek a fertilization doctor." Eric threw the shrimp on his plate and took a long swallow of beer. "Turns out I was the problem, not her. Seems those mumps I'd had as a kid did a number on my little swimmers. Killed them all."
"Hell, that's awful, man," Carson said while Josie placed her hand on Eric's.
Their sympathy nearly did him in. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and squeezed his damp eyes.
After all these years, the pain was still buried under his heart only to surface on dark, lonely nights and like now as he recounted the story. They were the first ones he'd opened up to. None of the other people in his threesomes had even cared to ask.
Carson took a sip of his beer. "What happened then?"
"I wanted to adopt. Wanted to create a family with Jessica. It didn't matter if the children were of our blood or not. The doctors had talked about in-vitro. Turns out Jessica didn't feel the same way." He took deep breath and tried to calm his pounding heart. He wiped his palms on his shorts.
"I came home one day with information on adoption and some on in-vitro fertilization only to find her and her stuff gone. She had left me a note, telling me she wanted children from her own body. Wanted to create them naturally. Didn't want to be married to a man who wasn't a man."
"The bitch," Josie said, her eyes filling with tears. "Oops, sorry. I shouldn't have called her that."
"Don't worry. I've called her that and worse."
"How the hell did you handle it?” Carson asked. “I would have been devastated if Josie had done that to me."
"I drank and buried myself in my writing. I wrote my first novel during this time."
"If I recall, that book was rather cutting against women," Carson said.
Eric shook his head and chuckled. "Yeah. I enjoyed killing off my heroine. Coincidentally, she closely resembled my ex."
"Did you get in trouble for it?" Josie asked, peeling her third shrimp.
"Since I use a pen name, I don't think she even knows I write. Besides, she was too busy finding another husband to father her eight children."
Carson choked on his beer. "Eight?"
"Yeah. She really did want kids, but I'm not sure I would have agreed to that many. I was also told she's gained about a hundred pounds." Under Josie's quiet scrutiny, he dropped his gaze to his plate.
"It still hurts, though, doesn't it?" Josie asked.
Eric shrugged. "It's not as bad as it was. I sometimes think about how I could have kids in college or be a grandfather by now."

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