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 www.thewriterschatroom.com [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 www.BeatlesLiverpoolandmore.com
To learn more about Paul McDermott and the stories he creates, go to: www.paulmcdermottbooks.webs.com
Paul frequently lurks at: www.thewriterschatroom.com (Sundays & Wednesdays)


To purchase Spear of Destiny, go to:
www.classactbooks.com/component/virtuemart/historical-fiction/the-spear-of-destiny-detail?Itemid=0
Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B06ZZKRH5K/
Smashwords: www.smashwords.com/books/view/718491

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.
"Yes."
"What was the score tonight, Sam?"
"What?"
"The score," I barked. "The score of the hockey game you were so into."
"Five to two."
"And the winner?"
"Colorado."
"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?"

To learn more about M.J. Schiller and the stories she creates, go to:

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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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