Monday, December 26, 2016

Meet Lydia's Gunslinger

        Fleeing the abusive headmaster at the St. Louis orphanage, Roth Beaumont turned to gun slinging as a means for survival. Years of looting and raiding put his face on several Wanted posters, and instilled in him an aversion to settling down. That is, until he meets Lydia Tyler, the woman building the orphanage along the Rio Grande. Although he’s the deputy of Revolving Point, Lydia detests his hardened ways. She’s also got trouble on her hands: a headmaster linked to Roth’s old nemesis. Roth will do everything he can to help Lydia. And convince her he's not as deplorable as his guns suggest.
Lydia Tyler has no use for guns and violence. All she wants is to build her orphanage and give her children a safe and loving home. Trouble is, Papa has hired a headmaster without her say-so; an arrogant man who schemes to usurp her authority, a man Deputy Roth despises. When Roth offers to rid Lydia of the troublemaker, Lydia doesn’t approve of his methods. But that doesn’t stop her from melting every time Roth holds her hand. The more she gets to know him, the more she reconsiders his menacing ways. He may be a gunslinger, but the warmth in his gaze hints there's more to him than his pistols.

Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome author Julie Lence and hero Ross Beaumont from Julie’s latest release, Lydia’s Gunslinger. First up is Ross.
Where are you from? St. Louis
Tell us a bit about Lydia’s Gunslinger. I grew up in an orphanage. The headmaster enjoyed tormenting boys, and whipped me on a few occasions. When I was old enough, I ran away, leaving my sister behind. I had no money, so I fell in with a band of outlaws. Made a name for myself robbing banks and payrolls. Outlaws don’t really have friends, but there was one person I could somewhat trust, Gage Cantrell. He helped me steal my sister away from the orphanage. I left her in Tucson after Gage and me pulled another heist and then split up, because a posse was after us. That’s when I met up with Percy, a miserable lout, and rode with him to Revolving Point. Situated on the Rio Grande, that town has a reputation worse than any outlaw. Rumors along the trail said Revolving Point nearly burned down, and the worst of the outlaws now made it his home. Percy had to find out for sure, and as luck would have it, Buck Grayson was there. Bastard that he is, Grayson forced me to pin on a badge and help him keep law and order. If I didn’t, he promised to send me to The Walls. His method for keeping me in line is my sister. Debra was injured and Grayson brought her to Revolving Point to heal. Now, he’s forced me to greet the orphanage lady, Lydia Tyler.
Lydia took me to task the moment we met. Trouble is, I like that. And the spark of defiance in her eyes. But Lydia’s a society lady and has troubles of her own, namely in the form of the man her pa hired as headmaster of her orphanage. A woman like her probably doesn’t want anything to do with me, or my guns, which she detests. But she keeps company with me, hints at a bit of larceny in her bones. With or without her say-so, I’m gonna rid her of her troubles.
That is quite a story, Ross. It has all the components romance fans are looking for: interesting characters with a “past” and layered conflict. But, what did you think the first time you saw Lydia? That she’s a pretty, little spitfire, with hair as black as coal, eyes like a cat, and a temper to match mine.
What was your second thought? That I was gonna get even with Grayson for setting her in my path.
Was it love at first sight? Lust is more like it. Love didn’t come along until a few days later.
What do you like most about Lydia? Her sass, the way she fusses over me and how she doesn’t try to change me.
How would you describe her? Lydia is pretty inside and out. She has a good heart and protects her orphans as fiercely as a mama bear guards her cubs. She’s loyal, outspoken and generous to a fault.
That’s a great description. How would she describe you? Over-bearing, temperamental, crude, crazy, a menace… and those are my good qualities.
What made you choose outlawing as a career? Didn’t have a choice, seeing how I had no skills or money. It was either steal and eat or starve and die.
What is your biggest fear? Losing Lydia, in any way.
How do you relax? I don’t. If you had enemies like mine, you wouldn’t, either.
Who is your favorite fictional character? I don’t have one. I’m not one for reading, unless it’s a Wanted poster.
Good one. What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Don’t wear spurs. They make too much noise.
Whippy sense of humor. We like that. Now it’s time to chat with Julie.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught are my reasons for beginning a career writing romance. Ms. Lindsey has created the wonderful Malory family and she inspired me to combine my interests in all things western with family sagas. Ms. McNaught has a flawless voice and I wanted to write just like her, because she makes it seem so effortless.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I don’t have an event that I brought to the story, mostly because I don’t know an outlaw or anyone who owns and operates an orphanage. But Roth has a devil-may-care attitude to resemble that of my brother.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? Currently, I self-publish thru Amazon. Years back, when e-books were coming onto scene, I did have a small-house publisher. She was fantastic and I enjoyed working with her, but she took ill and had to close the company. At that time, I remember thinking I could start over and find a new publisher or try the self-publishing route. I chose the latter and am happy to say I enjoy having control over every aspect of publishing a book.
What project[s] are you working on now? I am in the beginning stages of writing a new series. My first hero, Slade, made an appearance in a short story and someone suggested he needed a story of his own. He’s an outlaw sent to the Prescott farm to lay low and help with chores to avoid imprisonment or swinging from a noose.
What's up next for you? The next book in this new series will feature Slade’s brother, Landry. He’s a gambler with a reputation to rival any outlaw.

Julie brought along an excerpt to further tempt our interest:
"You own women!" Lydia shot up from her seat.
"I have a contract with the doves 'til November." He eased her back down. "I don't hurt them. And I don't let anybody else hurt them."
"That's supposed to make owning them right?"
"Had I been born with money like you, things would be different. But I wasn't. Be glad about that. I can help you with Cooper."
"I don't need your help."
"You little fool." Roth chuckled and that irritated her. "You underestimate Cooper now and he'll end up with everything you own."
"So you say," she retorted, glaring at him, at his hair brushing his shoulders, his brown eyes and the way his Stetson sat lopsided on his head. He's not the man I thought he was. That same sadness from the other day consumed her again. "You might be right in that he wants control of the orphanage," she conceded.
"And your money. Could be he wants more. Man doesn't go around losing five hundred dollars to another man less he's got plenty of money to spare. Or plans to have plenty in the future."
"He'll inherit. He's one of Dante Cooper's heirs." She stood. "Thank you for your concern, but I can handle the matter on my own."
"You really can't be that naive." Roth shook his head and Lydia grew more aggravated with him.
"I am not a simpleton." Guns, soiled doves, thinking me fragile in the head; what good did I ever see in him?
"You're not, but you're gonna be my wife."
"Have you taken leave of your senses?"
"Probably."
If you are as intrigued with this week’s guest and this story, go to:
Twitter: @Julielence

To purchase Lydia’s Gunslinger, go to: www.amazon.com/dp/B007873DIE


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

A Deadly Alliance and a Figure Saving Recipe

Romance, suspense and a figure friendly recipe. Who could ask for anything more?

Today, as part of the holiday recipe exchange, Wild Women Authors welcomes Kathleen Rowland, author of heart-stopping action-packed romantic suspense, Deadly Alliance. She’s ringing in the holidays with a healthy Goat Cheese Tartlet and Spiced Apple-Fig Compote. [50 calories per serving, making 30 tartlets].
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Ingredients:
  • 30 mini phyllo shell(s)
  • 1/3 cup(s) fat-free cream cheese, softened
  • 1/3 Tbsp goat cheese, softened (1/3 cup)
  • 1 egg white
  • 2 Tbsp honey
  • 1 Tbsp all-purpose flour
  • 2 medium Granny Smith apples, peeled, coarsely grated (about 3/4 cup)
  • 1/2 cup fig jam
  • 1/8 tsp ground allspice
  • 1/4 cup fresh mint leaves for garnish
Instructions:
  1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Arrange phyllo shells on a cookie sheet.
  2. In a medium bowl, using an electric mixer, combine cream cheese, goat cheese, egg white, honey and flour until thick and creamy, about 5 to 6 minutes; spoon 1 teaspoon of filling in each shell. Bake until set, about 15 minutes; remove from oven and let cool.
  3. Meanwhile, in a small saucepan, combine apple, jam and allspice; set over medium heat. Cook, stirring frequently, until jam melts and mixture thickens slightly (juice from apples will evaporate); remove from heat and let cool to room temperature. Just before serving, spoon 1 teaspoon apple compote onto each tart; garnish with mint. Yields 1 tartlet per serving.


Now, let’s get to a blurb for Kathleen’s latest release, Deadly Alliance:

     Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.
     Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. 
     As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.

Kathleen also brought along an excerpt from this suspenseful book:
The front door opened.
Sorry, we’re closed.” Holding a broom, the owner of the bar swept behind the bar. Burlie didn’t look up.
Finn stepped closer. Drunken merrymakers, they were not. His heart hammered like it was stuck in overdrive.
We offer protection.” Speaking with a Spanish accent, the shortest of the trio dressed like the others, and donned the ISIS-style black ski mask.
I have protection.” Burlie’s big mouth nailed his coffin.
A second thug grabbed the bartender’s hand and pulled out clippers. “You’ll change your mind, one finger at a time.”
I just paid the Irish.” Panic burrowed into Burlie’s high-pitched cry. He thrashed his arms as he tried to pull his hand back.
Us you pay.” His utterance with the object in the first position identified him as an Arab speaker. Light glinted off shiny metal. The thug pulled a combat knife, grabbed Burlie’s arms, spun him, put the blade to his neck. Finn dialed 911 and then shouted, “Finn Donahue here. Gang trouble. Burlie’s Jazz Club.” To grab their attention even more, he heaved in a breath and released a long whistle. His distraction worked.
Burlie broke from the hold, and Finn thanked God for the curious.
Where are you?” Heavy boots pounded toward him.
Finn’s phone vibrated, but he killed the call and darted into the first door he saw, the one with the frosted pink window. He spotted Amy at the sink and pointed his index finger up.
He took off his coat and wrapped it around his fist. After rapping on the glass, he wound up and threw a hard punch through the window. Glass splintered as he connected with the thug’s nose. Prepared to jump aside, he opened the door.
Amy followed and jumped over the guy spread on the floor, holding a hand over his bleeding nose.
He struggled to stand. Finn patted him down, took his gun, and pointed it at him. After the guy stood, Finn walked him to a chair. “Don’t move.”
I’ll phone the police.” A high-pitched squeal came from the back of her throat. “Never mind. Police are here.”
From the street, the blue light of a cop car radiated across the club’s interior like a strobe. Uniforms burst through the door.
The first officer made radio contact with homicide, and the second, much younger, rushed to the nearest thug and pulled out flex-cuffs.
Stand over there, Amy.” Finn motioned toward a corner.
She rolled her eyes and dashed toward Burlie who wrestled with the Arab and tried to keep him from moving toward the young rookie. Amy pulled an item from her purse. A Swiss army knife? Out came a miniature cork screw.
The rookie cop turned the Arab around to be handcuffed and leaned him against a wall. The thug used the hard surface as leverage to throw himself against him.
Finn saw it coming. A switchblade sprung from the Arab’s sleeve. In a split second, he drove it into the cop’s shoulder, but Amy stabbed him in the back with the wine opener.
The Arab spun and pulled a knife from his jeans’ pocket. Amy dodged, but he thrust it into a cop’s gut before running.
Finn waited for an opening and shot him in the hip.
Howling about uncivilized barbarians, he dropped.
Up from his chair, the loser with the broken nose swung his fists, raining blows and a kick to the nuts which Finn deflected.
Don’t make me shoot you.” Finn stunned him with a chop to the neck, caught him in a headlock. With a gun at his back, he marched him forward.
Amy broke into the center of the room and turned around, taking in the menacing scene. The girl-next-door had street smarts, competency with the corkscrew, and fearless determination.
He walked over and touched her weapon-holding hand. “You didn’t have pocket-knife experience on your resume.” It didn’t make her invincible. Nor did it mean he should hire her.
       She shook her head. “Never used it this way. It’s handy when hiking She looked at her pocket knife, folded and stuffed it in her pocket. Her eyes blinked in frenzy in spite of her bravery.

To purchase Deadly Alliance, go to:
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/
Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/deadly-alliance-kathleen-rowland/1123141145?ean=2940152523393
US: http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/

About today’s guest:
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Lily’s Pad and the Intervenus Series: A Brand New Address and Betrayal at Crater’s Edge are sweet. Deadly Alliance and her work-in-progress, Unholy Alliance, are contracted with Tirgearr Publishing and written for adults.
      Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
      Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write.
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Friday, December 16, 2016

Meet Lily's Gambler

. . . . Respectability is in the eye of the beholder.
. . . . Or so Lily Penhallow hopes when she assumes the guise of the widow Albright. She has learned the price of flaunting convention and is determined to obey society's rules from now on. After her lover, Nigel Albright, was killed in a duel over a card game, Lily dons widow’s weeds and travels to Grass Valley, California where she plans to marry the man her uncle works for, a respectable mine owner named Hugh Ogilvie. Then, on the riverboat from San Francisco, she meets Creighton 'King' Callaway, a professional gambler, just the kind of man she should avoid.
 . . . . King believes that since life is a gamble, there's no point in planning for the future. You have to trust Lady Luck. After meeting Lily, King knows he has found his Queen of Hearts. But can he convince her to pass up a sober businessman for a foot-loose card sharp?
. . . .Only Lady Luck knows for sure...

Wild Women Authors is pleased to be part of the Holiday Recipe Exchange, featuring authors, their stories and a yummy recipe with a holiday flavor. Today Linda McLaughlin, author of Lily and the Gambler [Amber Quill Press] is visiting. Her 'hero' Creighton “King” Callaway tagged along and is up first.
Where are you from? Originally, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but for now Grass Valley, California, where I own a saloon.
Tell us a bit about Lily and the Gambler. I’m still bemused that someone thought my life was worth writing about, though I admit there was a bit of excitement toward the end of the book. It all started when she came into my life and upended everything.
What did you think the first time you saw Lily? She intrigued me. I’m not usually drawn to respectable women, but even dressed in widow’s weeds, she drew my eye. Something in the way she moved, as well as her beauty.
What was your second thought? That she was a self-righteous, judgmental female.
Clearly, not love at first sight. Not at the time, though now I suspect it was.
What do you like most about Lily? Her courage.
How would you describe her? Beautiful, strong, warm, caring.
How would Lily describe you? With a grin, Once a gambler, always a gambler.
What made you choose gambling for a career? I’m good at it, so running my own saloon seemed like a good idea. After all, the house always wins.
What is your biggest fear? Drowning.
How do you relax? When would I find time for that? I run a business that doesn’t wind down until the wee hours of the night. I’m lucky I have time to sleep.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Hawkeye from James Fenimore Cooper’s Leatherstocking Tales. He’s his own man.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My uncle telling me to make an honest woman of Lily.
Thank you, King. This has been most enlightening. Now it's Linda's turn at bat.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? Historical fiction and romance, in general, probably starting with Elizabeth Speare’s The Witch of Blackbird Pond, a favorite childhood book. Later I discovered Charlotte Bronte, Jane Austen and Anya Seton. I love history, so I’ve always been drawn to read and write historical romance.
Ms. Seton was an early favorite for us, also. What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? Mainly the setting. My husband and I took two trips through the California Gold Country, and the book was inspired by our visits to the Grass Valley area.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? The story was originally published in a shorter, steamier version by Amber Quill Press, in answer to a call for submissions for Western romance.
What project[s] are you working on now? My next project is a novella set during the French Revolution.
What's up next for you? I’m hoping to re-issue a paranormal romance called Tova’s Dragon, written under my Lyndi Lamont pseudonym, in the next month or two.
To learn more about Linda McLaughlin and the stories she creates, go to:
Twitter: @Lyndi Lamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont

To purchase Lily and the Gambler, go to:

Now for the recipe portion of the program:
Lyndi's Cranberry-Blueberry Delight
1 14 oz. can of Whole Berry Cranberry Sauce
1 package of fresh blueberries (about 4 oz.)
1 cup of golden raisins
  Mix, chill and serve. That's it!

The recipe serves 8-10 ladies. (The attached photo doesn't reflect the full recipe. It's what is left over after a couple of days of snacking on it.) I’ve also spread it on turkey sandwiches in lieu of regular cranberry sauce. since it's so simple, it's easy to experiment. Add nuts for crunch or sweeten to taste, if it's too tart. I'm thinking about adding some of those little marshmallows next time for color and sweetness.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Serenity Harbor Comes to an End

For the next few days Wild Women Authors will wind up the Serenity Harbor anthology with our last Maine guest: Rose Meriem, author of Love In A Storm. She's brought male protagonist Pierce Blackstone with her. First up is Pierce.

Where are you from? New York City
What did you think the first time you saw Millicent?. She took my breath away but the last thing I wanted in my life at that time was another woman.
Hmm. Intriguing. What was your second thought? She was so forthright, she intrigued me.
Was it love at first sight? No, maybe lust but not love. Besides she wouldn't give me the time of day. I doubt she would throw water on me if I was on fire. Maybe gas, but not water.
Hah! Good one, Pierce. What do you like most about Millicent? Besides her looks, how honest and blunt she is.
How would you describe her? I have never met a woman so brutally honest as she is. Not only will she tell you what she thinks of you, she'll show you but her tough outer shell hides a sensitive heart. She's strong. Tough. And have I said how beautiful I find her?
How would she describe you? An asshole. Seriously, she spent years thinking I was trying to get her off her families land and home. Now, she'll tell you I'm all she was looking for in a man.
What do you do for a living when you're away from Serenity Harbor? I run my family's business out of NYC.
What is your biggest fear? I faced it the day I caught my pregnant ex-wife in bed with my best friend. The baby wasn't even mine. That was the worst thing I had ever faced. The best was when I married Millicent. Now I think it would be losing her.
How do you relax? I kayak. I used to row in college. The rhythm is soothing.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Han Solo. He is exactly who he says he is and doesn't apologize for it. He's a risk taker and goes after what he wants but will still step up to the plate and be the hero.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My grandfather quoted Joseph Campbell's 'Follow your bliss.' I have always strived to do that. Luckily I love my business and the history of my family's legacy.
Thanks, Pierce. Now it's Rose's turn at bat.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? So, so many! I have always loved movies, shows, and reading. Some like - The Mummy have inspired stories I want to write some day. Shows like Criminal Minds show how the villains become the way they are through character development and will help me when I write my serial killer some day. I love stories, big screen, little screen, and written - they all have an impact. They shade my perspective and helps me write characters who are much more than one dimensional because we all have multiple sides to ourselves.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? Honestly, it is the fact that men avoided her or found her intimidating. In my other work as a Channeling, people are drawn to me because of the energy I hold. They see one thing and although I hold the energy, that is not who I am. With Millie, she holds a certain presence and most people can't see past that to who she really is except those closest to her, even her father never saw her for who she truly was.
Tell us a bit about the anthology. This is a group project with a bunch of writers working together. Thanks to Terri Brisbin and others, we self-published Welcome to Serenity's Harbor.
What project[s] are you working on now? I am working on Nina's, Millie's best friend, story. It will be my second novella.
What's up next for you? It always seems to be working, teaching, and getting writing in every chance I get.

Meet Author Kat Lively

. . . In this business, it gets hot under the spotlight…
     Once a teen idol, Gabby Randall now spends her time behind the camera. With her show Danse Macabre scripted and a green lit for a popular streaming site, she has everything she wants…except her star. Deadlines are looming and she’s desperate to cast the role of a modern-day, motorcycle-riding Grim Reaper. She never thought she’d end up hiring her former co-star, TV’s most beloved geek…and her ex-husband.
     Until the day he dies, people will remember Dash Gregory as Freddie ‘Grody’ Grodin, the token geek friend of the cool kids at Wondermancer High. After years of casting agents overlooking him for plum roles, Dash wants to show Hollywood he’s more than a one-note player. He’s ready to break the vicious typecasting cycle, and he’s set his sights on the lead role in a sexy new series too hot for network TV.
     When the director yells “Cut!” the star wants to keep up the action behind the scenes. Are Dash and Gabby willing to make ratings history again?
Today, Wild Women Authors welcomes author Kathryn Lively and Gabby Randall from Kat's recent release, Finish What You Started. First up is Gabby.
Where are you from? I’m a California girl, of course. More specifically, I live in the Hollywood area now.
Tell us a bit about Finish What You Started. In short, it’s a comeback story – professionally and personally. It’s the story of how my decision to shift careers, from acting to producing, brought me back to the love of my life. I worked with Dash as a child actor, and when we tried to make a life for ourselves there were interferences. Now that we are older and in charge, we have a second chance to get things right.
What did you think the first time you saw Dash? He was cute. In costume for the show, he looked the part of an adorable dweeb. In real life, he was sweet and kind and that’s what attracted me to him.
What was your second thought? My second thought was that I hoped he’d be able to break free of the role he played. Once you’re cast as a specific character, you tend to get stereotyped.
Was it love at first sight? Not really. We were young and having and fun, and my parents were strict. I didn’t want to get in trouble with them. So I played things by ear.
What do you like most about Dash? He is supportive. Unlike other people in the industry he listened to me and encouraged me to go in my own direction.
How would you describe him? Dash is the whole package: talented, hot, funny.
How would he describe you? I really don’t know. I know he loves me and would tell me that I am wonderful.
What made you turn to producing for a career? I’ve always been interested in working behind a camera – creating a story and putting all the pieces together. Acting is fun, but I feel producing and creative can keep me working longer.
What is your biggest fear, Gabby? Cancellation. When you have a hit show you love, you want it to go on forever.
How do you relax? I read, I go out to eat. Mostly, I’m happy staying home.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Our first TV show was created to capitalize on the Harry Potter craze, so I would say Hermione Granger. My character on Wondermancer High was sort of based on her.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Lead your own life. Don’t let anybody else make your decisions.
This has been great, Gabby. Thanks. Now it's time for Kat to sit in the spotlight.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? I started out writing mystery, so authors like Agatha Christie and Dick Francis, and shows like Murder She Wrote had an impact on me growing up. I also write romance, but still look to other genres when I want to add some suspense to the story.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? Being an actor, in a way, has similarities to being a writer. Actors must audition for parts, writers submit work for consideration. Actors promote their projects, writers market their books. Often, actors and writers look for supplemental work to pay the bills. I suppose I can relate to those in the entertainment industry who continue to reach for the brass ring.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? I’ve worked in publishing for about a decade and am familiar with many publishers. I’d read a number of titles from Totally Bound and talked who authors who had recommended them. I felt they might be a good fit for this story and as it turned out they liked my work.
What project[s] are you working on now? I recently finished a category romance, small-town setting with a sports hero, which I will submit. Hopefully I’ll get a bite.
What's up next for you? I’m halfway through the first draft of the follow up to Finish What You Started. It’s going to be a bit more manic than the last one. Hope readers enjoy it.

To purchase Finish What You Started, go to:

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Kat brought along an excerpt for us:
April, 2006, Las Vegas
Gabby Randall stood at the window of their fifteenth-floor suite at the Fitzgerald Hotel and Casino, looking out at the blinding lights of Fremont Street. Thousands of them, maybe a million, blinked in rapid succession, simulating waves and fireworks and star bursts in colors she hadn’t realized existed. Down and to her right, a two-story tall neon cowboy winked and waved to passersby from his perch at the Pioneer Club. Bright yellow piping outlined his checkered shirt and knowing leer, and if Gabby moved one inch to one side or the other she could swear his eyes took on a sinister glow.
He stared at her, accusing her, as though to say Shame on you, girlie. Eloping without telling nobody. She wanted to turn away, but his eyes proved too hypnotic to resist.
“Shut up. I’m an adult,” she muttered, and blinked to break the spell. The cowboy had a name. The clerk at registration had said as much, but it’d gone right out of her head, replaced by choruses of nearby jingling slot machines as Dash had given him two fake names and paid cash for the room.
She looked past the neon smirk and studied the vibrant patterns of one hotel’s marquee. A thought occurred to her about the lights—how would anyone know to check for burnouts and replace the bulbs if the signs ran twenty-four-seven? Did the hotels each hire a specific person to stand on bulb duty? Were they like Christmas light strands, in that if one was faulty then the whole thing didn’t light up?
Why she pondered this, of all things one wondered about Vegas, she didn’t know. She took a deep breath and decided that her mind chose to focus on inane observations to calm her nerves.
It had less to do with coming to a strange city than it did with this being her first night alone with Dash. Her first night alone with any man, for that matter.
She’d never visited Las Vegas before, though she’d entertained a number of invitations from event planners. Her parents and managers, as devout in their Catholicism as their business savvy, had refused on her behalf time and again. No conventions or junkets unsanctioned by the network, or them, for her. Definitely, they didn’t want her involved in a cheesy celebrity magic show or publicity stunt. Vegas might as well have been situated on the outer rim of Hell.
Now, their say mattered little. She’d turned twenty-one the previous week, on the same day her contract with Randall Talent had expired. Marie and Walter might remain family, but they no longer made decisions for her, business or otherwise. This included her most important one to date—her wedding to Dash Gregory.
Gregory. She was Gabby Gregory now. Or perhaps she should hyphenate to Randall-Gregory, and use her given name, Gabrielle. Maybe that would make her appear mature, and more professional when she met with prospective agents to help her transition from TV ingénue to a place behind the camera.
In her left hand she held the current issue of People Magazine, the cover of which featured her with the other five principals of Wondermancer High, the television show that had served as her work and home for the past six years. In her right, a marriage certificate affirming her union with Dash Gregory bent in her tightening grip. It had happened only an hour ago, and if she brought the paper closer she could smell the printer ink. Her thumb brushed the black-marker signature of the minister, a middle-aged Johnny Cash impersonator with authentic sideburns and a paunch. Dash had insisted using a fake Elvis seemed too clichĂ©, and that his late father—a Cash fan—would have gotten a kick out of it.
Gabby had conceded easily. She’d have stood before a showgirl in all her ostrich plumage and glitter if it meant a legitimate marriage. The Cash impersonator hadn’t recognized either of them, which was good. He didn’t fit their show’s demographic, and apparently he didn’t have a teenager who forced him to sit in front of the set every Thursday evening at eight.











Friday, December 9, 2016

Holiday Exchange: Books for Treats

     During this holiday season, Wild Women Authors is taking part in a Holiday Recipe Exchange, sharing recipes and info with other authors on their latest release. Today we are pleased to have Tina Gayle with us.

     An author with over 30 books, Tina Gayle writes in a number of different genres: Romantic contemporary (as Tina Gayle) and Erotic Romance. Her books range from contemporary, paranormal to mystery and suspense As an indie author, she has worked hard to have a social presence and reach her readers. You can visit her website and read the 1st chapter of any of her books. Or you can download a free ebook and join her newsletter group.

Now, a bit about Tina's book, “Marketing Exec's Widow”:

Four women...One fatal car wreck...Everyone's lives changed...

Letting go and rebuilding a life comes at a price.
     Having come to terms with losing her husband, Jennifer is ready to move on, but she faces opposition from her friends, in-laws, and brother-in-la. He see himself as her future husband. None of them know of Jen’s marital problems and she is afraid of their reaction when they learn she has a date for Friday night?
     Hagan Chaney is not anything like Craig. He tempts Jen into the future but is she willing to give love another chance after the heartache she faced the 1st time around?

Sound interesting? For a minute, we're going to jump to the fun part of this holiday romp and take a look at Tina's offering for which she says: My uncle uses to make this cobbler all the time when he wanted to offer us a treat. A confirmed bachelor, he wanted something quick and easy.”

Quick Peach Cobbler

1 large can of peaches
3/4 c. sugar
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 box of vanilla wafers
1/4 cup of butter

Preheat the oven to 350. Pour can peaches, sugar, and cinnamon in a casserole dish large enough to hold everything. I use the 2 quart size. After stirring these items together, then add most of the box of vanilla wafers, set enough aside to pull on top. Once you have the wafers arranged on top, slice the butter in to small pieces and set on top of the wafers. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes.

Serve with ice cream or whipping cream.

Now a bit more about the Widow:
     “You have one saved message. To listen...” The computer-recorded voice echoed through the phone’s receiver as Jen stared at an empty spot on the corner of her desk in her mind she saw her husband’s picture. Forcing her hand to move, she pressed the required number.
     “Hey, honey, we just arrived.” The comforting sound of Craig’s voice rang in her ear. Memories flashed: The dimple beside her husband’s mouth when he smiled, the soft touch of his lips, the teasing taste of his kisses. The wall she’d managed to build around her emotions in the last four months shattered. Hot tears fell, raining relentlessly onto her cheeks.
     “And the weather here in Seattle sucks. It’ll probably take us forever to get to our meeting which should have started an hour ago.” After a slight pause as if someone had caught his attention, he continued, “Sorry, gotta go. Jack needs help with the rental car agent, and Bob and Eric are retrieving our luggage. I’ll try to call you later. Love ya, bye.”
     “The call that never came,” Jen whispered and wearily dropped her head onto her hands. Again, the monotone voice offered her options for the message. She hit the button to stop the irritating sound.
     Not even a second passed before a different noise broke the silence. At the base of her phone, a red light flashed in rhythm with the squawking ring.
     Gathering her emotions back into a tight knot, she punched the appropriate line. “Moorehead Real Estate. Jennifer Larson speaking, how may I help you?”
     “Hey, Jen, are you still coming tonight?” Brie Sullivan’s southern accent reopened Jen’s thoughts to the pain of the last few months.
     A million excuses sped through her mind. She didn’t want to continue meeting with the executive wives of the company where her husband had worked, nor did she like dealing with their grief. “I shouldn’t. I have offers pending on several homes.”

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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Meet a feisty dispatcher and her creator

Today, Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome April Canavan, author of Storm to Forever, part of the Serenity Harbor anthology She's brought along emergency dispatcher Brandi with her. Brandi's up first.
Where are you from? I’m from Michigan originally, but I moved to Birch County, Maine when I turned eighteen and decided to stay.
Tell us a bit about Storm to Forever. It is the story of how, regardless of which direction I thought my life would go, all it takes is one good storm to screw it all up and put you on a different path.
What did you think the first time you saw Travis Masterson? I thought he was hot as hell. 
Immediate attraction is always good. Your second thought? I wanted to punch him in the face.
Hah! Even better. Was it love at first sight? Are you kidding me? I might have jumped him at the first glance, but after that he was a complete asshole for NO reason. It was more like a slow burn.
What do you like most about him? Do you know that look that you get when someone has the last piece of pizza? And you really want it, but then they go to take a bite and your whole world feels like it is about to collapse? My favorite thing about Travis is that he would see the look of horror on my face and stop mid-bite to give me the last piece of pizza.
That is so sweet. How would you describe him? Um, hot. For one. But complicated. And a jerk. And he’s rough around the edges. But he’s exactly who he is. He doesn’t sugar coat things. Even for me. I guess I’d describe him as the man that you see helping an old woman across the street, he’s got that hero-like quality that good cops have. The kind that you see on videos dancing with a group of kids, or volunteering to help with a project.
Better and better. How would Travis describe you? He’d tell you that I’m a giant pain in his ass. Beyond that, you’d have to ask him.
What made you choose emergency dispatch as a career? I saw first-hand how much of an impact, how fantastic that life could be. You can change lives, when you’re a dispatcher. You’re the first line of communication with someone on the worst day of their lives.
Cool. What is your biggest fear? It would have to be opening my freezer and finding all of my ice-cream containers empty. The idea of forever having hope that something with fulfill you, and then being tormented with the fact that there is nothing there- is the scariest thing I could ever imagine.
How do you relax? I like to sit in the middle of the woods, doing nothing, and not moving. Some people call it meditation, but I think it’s more about finding my center.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Fry from Futurama. That sounds ridiculous, I know. But he loved Leela, through anything she threw at him. And never gave up on her, even when she told him no. Over and over again.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Live without fear of being hurt. To live boldly and without regret. My grandmother told me that, the day she was lying in a hospital bed saying her forever goodbyes.
This has been eye-opening. Brandi, you are one fun chick. Now it's time to chat with April.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? When I was young, I read a lot of Stephen King. And while my friends were horrified of it, scared for the horror stories- what I took away from them was there every story has its own ending. A happy ending doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It just means that everything is okay for the moment.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I was working in dispatch the night of a really bad storm. A lot of the lines were down, and people were trying to figure out where to go and what to do. And I thought to myself, how would I react if I was out there?
Tell us a bit about the anthology. Well, this series is a collection of authors belonging to the Maine Romance Writers. I didn’t actually think that they’d select the piece I wrote. But they did. So I’m still kind of in shock about that.
What project[s] are you working on now? I’m actually writing a series with the same characters that exist in Travis and Brandi’s universe. Besides that, I’m working on releasing a paranormal romance novel.
What's up next for you? I’m going to go back to my imaginary characters, and listen when they tell me what stories they want to tell next.
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Monday, November 28, 2016

Get Your Lotta Love On

. . . Lotta is about to bake the wedding cake for her best friend when the plumbing in her bakery springs a leak. It’s hard to concentrate on flour, sugar, and candied violets when one of the repairmen is the sexiest guy alive. Especially when he’s interested in nibbling on more than just her cookies.

Today Wild Women Authors welcomes Luanna Stewart, author of Whole Lotta Love, part of the Welcome to Serenity Harbor anthology. This one is guaranteed to put another five pounds on your waistline just reading it!
First up is Lotta Wilson, baker extraordinaire. Where are you from? Born and raised in Serenity Harbor.
Tell us a bit about Whole Lotta Love. My best friend’s wedding was in about two weeks and I was in charge of baking all the sweets and The Cake. When the plumbing went bad at my bakery, causing half the electricity to short out, I called a contractor for help but he was busy. He got his buddy to stop by to check out the damage, and that was Mitch.
What did you think the first time you saw Mitch Calhoun? I didn’t recognize him at first – I hadn’t seen him since high school. And boy, had he grown up nicely!
What was your second thought? Even though he made me nervous, everyone makes me nervous, I felt like we’d known each other our whole lives and I could trust him.
That is so sweet. Was it love at first sight? Not at the time, no. But thinking about it now, then, yeah, definitely. Not just that zing you get when you’re physically attracted to someone, but a deep understanding that he understood me.
A rare gift, Lotta. What do you like most about Mitch? Besides his cute butt? His sense of humor, and his closeness to his family.
How would you describe him? Tall, strong, handsome, intelligent, funny, supportive. Sounds like the perfect guy, right? He’s definitely my perfect guy.
How would he describe you? I think of myself as painfully shy, so that’s probably the first thing he’d say. I’m a good baker. Gah – this question is making me uncomfortable, I hate talking about myself.
What made you choose owning a bakery as a career? I inherited The Trellis Bakery from my favorite aunt. Growing up, I spent all my spare time at her place, helping out, learning to bake by watching and doing. I enjoyed the creative process and didn’t even consider doing anything else.
What is your biggest fear? Losing someone I love, and having to live without them.
How do you relax? I read. I enjoy all sorts of books, but my favorite genre is cozy mysteries.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Miss Marple, hands down.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Stop worrying about tomorrow.
This has been lovely. Thanks, Lotta. Now we must move you over and bring in Luanna.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? I was raised to read whatever I pleased, and so when I discovered romances at about age 10, I was hooked. I loved being transported to other times and places, and still do. I try to bring that feeling of escape to my own stories.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? The painfully shy element in Lotta’s character is all me.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? This story is in an anthology that a group of us are self-publishing – my first foray into that scary/thrilling world.
What project[s] are you working on now? I’ll have an historical romance, If Wishes Were Earls, coming out in March, 2017 (available for preorder on Dec 12th). It’s the story of a woman discovering her preconceived notions are all false, especially about the yummy hero, a lonely earl who’s given up on finding love.
What's up next for you? I’m madly editing another historical romance, the first in a series, which I’ll send to my publisher any second now, hehe.
Luanna brought along an excerpt from Whole Lotta Love for us:

A vehicle drove into the driveway as Lotta chopped chocolate for the ganache. Perhaps the inspector was earlier than planned, which would mean the guys could get working sooner than expected, and she wouldn’t have to worry about The Cake becoming a complete disaster. Despite all Marcy’s assurances, she wasn’t convinced the bakery would be back to rights in time. Waiting for the doorbell to ring, or for a knock, she jumped when Bella gave a woof. She turned to see Mitch stepping into the kitchen.
“I brought lunch.” He placed two steaming bowls on the table before searching for cutlery.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Why was he here? To take care of her? Gah, she hated being babied. She wasn’t sick, she simply preferred to be alone. Most of the time. Truth was, she did get lonely. Bella wasn’t much of a conversationalist. She gave excellent cuddles, but not such great advice.
“I needed to eat something besides sugary sweets, and you’re too busy to cook. Do you have napkins, or do you use paper towels like I do?” He winked. A flutter filled her chest that had nothing to do with panic.
“Third drawer.”
He pulled out two linen napkins and raised his brows in question. “Aren’t these for special occasions?”
She smiled sheepishly. Others would think her silly, but she liked using her aunt’s damask napkins, and she liked ironing them so they were smooth and crisp. She might dress in second-hand men’s shirts, but she liked dressing her table in pretty linen, fine porcelain, and silver cutlery. “No, they’re the ones I use. But you don’t have to—”
“Come and get it while it’s hot.” He pulled out a chair.
She hadn’t eaten all day, except for tastes and nibbles while baking, and something did smell delicious. She rinsed chocolate dust from her hands and sat in the chair he held. Heavens, this was civilized. One might think they were on a date. She ducked her head to hide her embarrassment. Sure, Mitch Calhoun asking little Lotta Wilson out on a date. And the pigs were flying in on their annual migration.
“My mom knew your aunt. Used to buy her bread.”
Lotta used the excuse of having to chew and swallow her mouthful of yummy stew to delay answering. Of course there would have to be small talk. They couldn’t sit here and eat in complete silence like cows chewing their cud. Too bad she hadn’t turned on the radio as a distraction. “Aunt Florence made fabulous bread.”
“Mom was saying it’s too bad you didn’t keep up that side of the business.”
“Aunt Florence had two people working with her.”
“How come you don’t? I imagine you’d have plenty of customers. Not that you’re doing badly with what you’re doing.”
“Hmm…” If she gobbled down her lunch maybe he would leave and they could stop talking about her bakery. And why it was smaller than it used to be. And why she worked alone.
“I was wondering, that’s all. Have you ever had employees?”
Oh, for heaven’s sake.
“I like it the way it is, okay? I don’t need to make heaps of money, I’m not starving. I prefer to keep the bakery small, so I can run it on my own. I’m not comfortable having tons of people around.” She stared at her bowl, no longer hungry.
He reached out like he was about to touch her but rested his hand on the table. Being touched by him would have been nice. But also scary. But also nice.
“That’s cool. I was just curious. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Marcy said—damn.”
“What did Marcy say?” Oh, God, what had Marcy told him? When had they been talking about her? Why had they been talking about her? The stew in her stomach turned to cement.
“I was concerned, I called her and mentioned your—incident. She explained about your panic attacks, that’s all. In strictest confidence.”
Damn. Blast. Who else had she told in strictest confidence? “I told you I was fine. You should have left it alone.” She let her spoon clatter into the bowl and crossed her arms over her chest. She hated this conversation.
“I couldn’t do that. I was worried—”
“Why? Why are you worried about me? You don’t know me.”
“I’d like to.”
“What? You’re not serious.”
“I’m very serious. I think you’re cute. And funny, when you relax.”
She pushed from the table and strode to the window. He thought she was cute? Well, that made it mutual because he was the cutest guy she’d ever seen. But he couldn’t be serious about wanting—what? What exactly did he want from her? She turned and rested her butt on the windowsill. “So, you want to go out on a date or something?” She snickered. Right, that was going to happen.
“I’d love to. Are you asking me out?” He leaned back in his chair, that dimpled grin lighting up his eyes again.
“No, I thought you were asking me out.” The flutter in her chest spread to her belly.
“Lotta, will you go out with me?”
“Where?” She frowned. Why was she continuing this conversation? She had no intention of going out with this guy. He was too—everything.

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