Monday, February 27, 2017

An Interesting Mystery Story

This week, Sherry Derr-Wille, author of Mistaken Identity, is visiting Wild Women Authors. She has brought Katelyn Devereaux, female protagonist with her. In a digression from our usual format, we’ll let Katelyn tell you about the story in her own words.

Hi, my name is Katelyn Devereaux. Maybe you’ve heard of me, or at least my dad’s advertising agency, the Devereaux Agency. I guess I should say my advertising agency, but I’m ahead of myself.
Up until last Thanksgiving, I had a pretty cushy life. I had to parents who loved me, or so I thought. I lived just outside of Denver in a converted barn, and I had a job I loved with clients I worked well with. 

You see I went to school to be graphic artist, and if I do say so myself, I’m very good at it.
Of course, everything changed when my folks were returning from a post-Thanksgiving trip to California. My dad was a pilot and he was flying his own plane when something went wrong and it crashed. In an instant, I was an orphan, or so I thought. I was also the sole owner of the Devereaux Advertising Agency.

It was around the time of my birthday when I finally went through some of my dad’s papers and learned I was adopted. You heard me right. I was adopted and never knew it. I no sooner found the papers when I got a call from the adoption agency saying my birth family wanted to find me. Well, believe you me, I didn’t want them to find me.

Finally, my friend Katie told me I needed to get away from everything, including the man who wanted to marry me, Martin. Of course, he’s another story. He’s a lot older than me and although I know my dad would approve of him I can’t see myself married to someone who could be my father.

Everything hit the fan when I went to Wisconsin with Katie and met her neighbor, Seth Miller. It wasn’t a great meeting. I was on the dock drawing a picture of a Mallard Duck when he came up the beach and called me by someone else’s name.

I think you get the picture, it was a case of MISTAKEN IDENTITY, but he scared away my duck and I was quite upset about it. If you want to find out what happened next, please read my story in MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Sherry Derr-Wille and published by CLASS ACT BOOKS.
Thank you for letting me tell you my story.

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Monday, February 20, 2017

Brenda, the Lady Painter

Secrets. Trust. Courage.
. . . Who will knuckle under first—the war hero? The spirited single mom? Or the former high school bully who still hates them both?

When war hero Michael Jarvis returns to his home town on the shores of Lake Superior, he doesn’t plan to stay—he’s undercover, investigating a possible sex trafficking ring operating on the Great Lakes. But he does want to sample the pesky girl next door he always turned down—and it wouldn’t hurt if she’d clear up a few mysteries of her own along the way.
Successfully established as an interior house painter, Brenda Tower finally has her act together as a single mom—but it hangs by a thread, a secret she’ll guard with her life. The return of her youthful crush Michael Jarvis threatens to unravel everything.
Jealousy has inflamed Brett Hill’s hatred of Michael and Brenda for as long as he can remember. Revenge will be so sweet—and it will fit in perfectly with his high stakes game. When the secrets break open, can Michael and Brenda find the courage to trust each other, or will revenge and betrayal triumph?

Wild Women Authors is pleased to have author Adriana Kraft, author of The Painter is a Lady, visiting for the week. First up is Brenda Tower, female lead from this intriguing story.
Where are you from? I grew up in Ashland, Wisconsin, on the shore of Lake Superior. I’ve lived there all my life. Sure is cold in the winter.
Tell us a bit about The Painter is a Lady. I was not quite nineteen, fresh out of high school, when my son was born, and I needed a way to take care of him and me. Our next-door neighbor, Ted Jarvis, is a general contractor. I’m so grateful he hired me right away as a house painter. I worked my way up and now run my own business painting interiors. Life is good.
What did you think the first time you saw Michael Jarvis? I’ve always known Michael. He’s Ted’s son, so I have no idea. I was probably a toddler. But when I was little, he let me hang around even though he’s six years older, and then in my teens I had a huge crush on him.
Those toddler crushes are killers. What was your second thought? Second thought? And third, and twenty-fifth, and… I was so crushed when he rejected me at my eighteenth birthday party, and then he left for the Army and I’ve rarely seen him since. I’ve worked hard to get him out of my system and focus on what matters: my son–Tommy, and me. I’ll just say I wasn’t thrilled to hear Michael has come back to Ashland.
What do you like most about him? I don’t even want to go there. Then? He was handsome, buff, trustworthy, kind, and honest, but also loved pranks and practical jokes, always cooking something up. Now? I haven’t seen him since he got back – I know he was wounded and got a medal. I don’t know what to think.
How would he describe you? Then, or now? We were best buddies when I was still in grade school– I was a reliable sidekick and could always be talked into whatever scheme he dreamed up. We sure got into some scrapes. By the time I was in high school, I think he only ever saw me as a nuisance or a pest. Drove me crazy, and broke my heart, but looking back I know I was like a burr in his side. I have no idea what he thinks of me now – if he thinks about me at all.
What is your biggest fear? I’m guarding a secret so huge I can’t even tell you. Michael isn’t Tommy’s father, but I can’t ever let anyone know who really is. The stakes are too high.
Now that sounds like a real hummer. And a sure cause of agita. So, how do you relax? Does a single mom ever really relax? I shouldn’t have said that – my twin sister and her husband help me and Tommy a lot. I’m probably most relaxed when we spend time with them and my mom. We do a lot of picnics in the summer, and Tommy plays a lot of sports, just like I did, so we catch his games and support his teams.
Who is your favorite fictional character? The Unsinkable Molly Brown. I’ve re-watched that more times than I can count. She helps me believe in myself. For some reason she makes me think of a song my dad used to play, even though it’s not from the movie. Can’t remember who sang it, but the line I always sing is about when you’re down and out, the only way is up.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? I think we just hit that nail on the head – I know my dad believed in that song. That’s why he played it so much. I miss him a lot, but that line always sticks with me.
Thank you for taking time to be with us, Brenda. Now we'd like to chat with Adriana.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? As a writer (with my husband), I love how any little thing that happens in our life can inspire a story. We were driving through Ashland, Wisconsin, headed back home to Minnesota late one spring when we had to stop for a construction van that was double parked unloading supplies. When we took a closer look at the figure in coveralls carrying the materials, we discovered it was a woman. Our son’s a general contractor, and at the time he had a female interior painter he relied on for detail work, so our title was easy, and the plot soon followed.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? We’ve been with Extasy Books for a decade now and are very happy with them. They’ve held steady when so many other e-pubs have risen and fallen, including some we used to be published with. We first heard of them from another of our early publishers, who didn’t handle the more erotic romances we were starting to write and recommended Extasy to us. We’re so glad they did.
What project[s] are you working on now? We have a backlog of stories we’ve drafted and partially edited, so we’re kicking butt to get them polished and submitted. Most are erotic romance, but we also have a couple more romantic suspense stories on a back burner.
What's up next for you? We’re thrilled Extasy Books has contracted a previously published five-book erotic romance series that’s no longer available. Meghan’s Playhouse Book One: Seducing Cat will release May 26, with the remaining four books to follow about every ten weeks apart. The series is being painstakingly re-edited for re-release, so our work is cut out for us.
A bit about our visiting author:
We are a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More. Our Romantic Suspense line delivers “warmth, blazing hot sex, and well-developed characters” (Romance Junkies Reviews) as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.
We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination.

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Monday, February 13, 2017

Brenda Whiteside

. . . Penny Sparks has secrets that can ruin a presidential contender, got her family murdered…and mark her as the next hit.
. . . For thirteen years, Penny Sparks has managed to hide from the political powers who murdered her family. When she unwittingly exposes her true identity, not only is she marked for death, but the people closest to her risk meeting the same fate.

. . . Jake Winters is out of rehab and coming to grips with his demons. When he meets his sister’s roommate, Jake believes Penny might be that someone who can help him find life after rock star status…until her secrets blow up his world.

. . . With a government agent turned hit man closing in on her, Penny and Jake race to expose the presidential contender behind the murders of her family. Even if they win the race with death, the murder that stands between them could end their hope for a new life.

Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome back author Brenda Whiteside and
Penny Sparks AKA Jianna Ricci from Brenda's latest romantic suspense, The Power of Love and Murder, an upcoming release from the Wild Rose Press. First up is Penny.
Where are you from? Originally, Red Rock, Nevada but I make my home in Flagstaff, Arizona now.
Tell us a bit about The Power of Love and Murder. The story really began thirteen years ago, when my parents and brother were murdered. My name then was Jianna Ricci. I believe an FBI agent working for a politician now aspiring to be president is the killer. I’ve been in hiding for all of these years as Penny Sparks, but a careless moment leads them to me. I’ve just reconnected with Jake Winters, and both of our lives are in danger.
What did you think the first time you saw Jake Winters? The first time was six years ago. I was as gaga about him as most healthy females in the U.S. were. He’s my best friend’s brother, and she got us back stage at his rock concert. Alone with him in his dressing room, stoned out of his head, he’d made quite an impression. The kiss that led to grabbing my ass and rude remarks—oh yes, the memory lived on. He’s back and seeing him again, a rehabbing ex-rocker with a beard and no money…let’s say the quivers are still there, in spite of my anger over that night six years ago.
What was your second thought? Let’s talk about my second thought with his return. Since he’s jobless and getting back on his feet, Mandy has invited him to move in. I have to find some way to call a truce and make him a friend. No easy matter!
Did you feel it was love at first sight? It was lust at first sight six years ago. At this point? What do I know of love? He still stirs the lust.
What do you like most about him? Jake the ex-rocker is a genuine nice guy. Family is important to him. Since I’ve lost all of my family, that touches me deeply.
How would you describe Jake? He’s not real tall at 5’10”, but I’m so tiny he’s tall enough. He’s not quite forty, long legs, and with what I call a runner’s butt. Can I say that? I always notice that on a guy. His dark auburn hair and close cropped beard make him ruggedly handsome. His smoky gray eyes…smoke me!
How would Jake describe you? My nickname of the past is the Black Fairy because of a Goth phase I went through. He mentioned once he’d like to see me with my natural hair color instead of the black I keep it dyed. He’d call me reserved, I think, and maybe a little sad. It’s December, everyone is festive for Christmas, but this is the time of year my family was murdered. Of course, he doesn’t know that, which is why I seem closed off. He thinks of me as a pixie of a woman.
What made you choose hotel management for a career? When I ran from the people who murdered my family, I was only seventeen passing as twenty. I waited tables for a while, but a job in the hotel opened. I stuck with it and am now the evening manager. It’s a good job, and I like it.
What is your biggest fear? The murderer and the politician will find me. They could not only kill me, but also Jake who won’t leave my side.
How do you relax? I used to read, but relaxing isn’t part of my life right now. My future is so uncertain.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. I could use a trip over the rainbow.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My father told me to stay hidden and stay safe. It worked for thirteen years.
You are incredibly brave, Penny/Jianna. Your story touched us. Now we'd like to chat with Brenda.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? The first book I can remember having a great impact was Wuthering Heights. I don’t write that era, but I would love to evoke the depth of emotion and mystery I experienced when I read it. Maeve Binchy books were also a great influence for her characterizations.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? This is a funny story. There is a scene where Jake, the hero, has a really awful night in a cheap motel. It’s a true story. Happened to my brother. I think the scene tells a great deal about Jake’s character, and it gave me an opportunity to give some back story.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? I’m not sure how I heard about them, maybe through Romance Writers of America. The first book I wrote was an historical romance, and my goal was to get an agent. While going through the process of submitting and getting rejected, I wrote a second book, Sleeping with the Lights On. It’s a contemporary, light-hearted romantic suspense. Instead of also submitting it to agents, I ‘got a hair’ and sent it off to The Wild Rose Press. They published it, and I’ve been with them ever since.

Brenda brought along an excerpt from The Power of Love and Murder:

Jake nodded, but all he could concentrate on were
Penny’s last words before the officer appeared. When
they were alone again, he threw up his hands. “What do
you mean, go back to Phoenix? Why the hell would I
do that?”
She turned her back on him, went to the open door
of the bathroom, and lifted her clothes from the hook.
Beneath the thin, hospital gown her spine was straight,
her movements tight, as if coiled and ready to spring.
“Penny, I know how much she meant to you.” How
much she meant to both of them. He wanted to hold
her, share their loss. “I’m not leaving you.”
Untying the gown, she let it drop around her feet,
and sidestepped out of the heap. She pulled the dark
gray sweater over her head then stepped into black
velvet jeans, refusing to make eye contact or speak as
she sat on the green plastic chair.
This was killing him. The need to hold her, help
her with her pain—his pain—rushed through him.
Haltingly, he made his way to her, touched her head,
and waited while she zipped her boots. “Penny.” She
resisted, but he tipped her chin, forcing her to look up.
“Come on, baby. You don’t have to worry about me
leaving you.”
“You will.”
“When I tell you the truth, you will.”

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What project[s] are you working on now? I’m currently writing book five in the Love and Murder Series, The Deep Well of Love and Murder. I also blog on my personal blog, Discover Yourself, about my current life in an RV, as well as my writing projects:

Thanks, Brenda. We wish you much luck with this book and the next to come.
Kat and Veronica

Monday, February 6, 2017

Beverly Wells' One Winter Knight

This week Wild Women Authors is pleased to have an long time friend join us. Beverly Wells is delighted to have The Chalice, her first attempt at writing medieval romance, become part of One Winter Knight, a recent boxed set released by Prairie Rose Publications. Though it’s after the holiday, we're certain these reads will keep you toasty throughout the coming winter months--or any time for that matter.

      She had loved her knight from afar, but could she now injure him to aid her mother? Might the quest for the chalice finally bring these two lonely, longing hearts together?

Royce Hayden is a fierce, bold, and brave knight, who has been granted Dillyglen Castle in the border region of Scotland after securing it for England. An heir to an earldom, he has wealth, values prestige, and is honor bound.

Ahna Murray is a strong, determined, yet loving and gentle Scot who can make a harp sing as well as an arrow from her bow. Her father, a merchant of salt, spices taught her hard work paid off. She heeded his words, yet found him a gambler, a drunkard, and a cheat until she and her mother are left penniless with his suicide the final shun.

When Royce and Ahna meet at a fair and tournament outside Ahna’s town of Selkirk, their mutual beguilement knows no bounds. Yet each knows their station in life deny any future. After two long years they find themselves once again faced with desire strong and true. And even more barriers between them.

First up is Ahna. Where are you from? Selkirk, Scotland
Tell us a bit about The Chalice. I thought I had found the love of my life two years ago. He ‘twas willing to overlook I be a Scots, but when my mother and I be shunned after my father’s many foul deeds, my handsome English knight chose his family and status over someone like me. Now I have vowed to capture the precious chalice that the very same knight transports. ‘Tis not for me I steal such a valuable piece, but for my sweet, ailing mother. My only regret is that I must let my arrow fly to wound him.
What did you think the first time you saw Royce Hayden? I thought he be a most handsome, bravest and dear mon on the earth. When his smile lit his eyes, my own heart quivered like a released bow string.
What was your second thought? He be so tall and muscular, yet his touch to my hand and then to my cheek be oh so gentle. My toes curled and I near swooned.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? Oh aye, though I dinna think he be paying much fancy to a Scots.
What do you like most about Royce? His valor.
How would you describe him? Dedicated, strong, brave, and a leader of men. Above all else he values his honor. Did I say he be verra handsome mon?
How would he describe you? At first, an unwanted dilemma, my being a Scots and a mere merchant’s daughter. But after talking and laughing about anything and everything he seemed to accept my heritage, even said I be pretty, quite witty and had a big heart. I…I think after my father’s first disgrace, he pitied my mother and me, and had more than a wee bit of reluctance to overlook I be my deceitful, selfish father’s daughter. But after father took his own life and the town shunned us, I be sad to say I believe he would say I be more than unworthy of even being a friend.
What made you decide to become a fletcher? From the time I could walk, I be fascinated with archery. I practiced from when I first could stand and pull a bowstring. For years I perfected my own fletches for better flight. The small fee the nuns pay me for helping at the abbey and teaching the children is no’ enough to put food on the table. ‘Twas because my ailing mother needs opium that I started selling my arrows.
What is your biggest fear? That my mother will no’ find the peace and comfort she deserves before she passes.
How do you relax? I adore playing the harp and can lose myself in my music.
Who is your favorite fictional character? ‘Tis sorry I be to say though I can read in several languages, my father never spent coin on fictional books. But at the abbey I did read a copy of The Lais of Marie de France. (Lais means poems in French). She be the illegitimate daughter of Geoffrey Plantagenet hence the half-sister of Henry II of England and ‘twas an abbess of the Abbey at Shaftesbury. Now she writes books of poems, full of love and courtliness, brave knights and aristocratic ladies, but most of them dinna end verra happy, not like a true romance should end, so I regret I have nae favorite character.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? To always be myself, believe in myself and never be judgmental of others.
Thank you for spending time with us, Ahna. We'd love to speak with Beverly.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? Golly, there are a gazillion so I’ll just say that any movie or book that is done well and moves me to laugh, cry, or maybe both, makes me think and appreciate life and love. And one that has a happy ending as all romances do. I do believe however, that Cinderella and The Diary of Anne Frank –I read both and saw the movies several times when young. Each have a special spot in my heart—Cinderella, because it’s a romance, had humor yet good conflict, and Anne Frank gripped me with the varied emotions and grab-your-seat scenes of suspense, plus her plight. I too try to bring those moving aspects to my writing.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I love piano, but playing the Celtic harp takes me to the world beyond, my own little zone. In The Chalice, I hope Ahna shows how soothing and pleasant music can be for the player as well for others.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? Though one of my dreams was to eventually write a Medieval, I love writing historical romance, especially those set in the American west during the eighteenth or nineteenth century. I had read several books by Prairie Rose Publications, searched the web and submitted [to them]. PRP has a wide selection of different genres and imprints and I was first pulled in because of their number of American westerns. Since then, besides my full length novels, I’ve ventured to write short stories in their Memories From Maple Street series (a collection of true shorts stories by different authors), plus sweet romantic novellas and anthologies. PRP has numerous genres and imprints from romance, westerns, contemporary, paranormal to YA, youth, inspirational and non-fiction, the list goes on. Working with the PRP publishers and editors, the entire staff and all the authors at PRP has been a joy ever since first submitting. We’re one happy and very helpful family.
What project[s] are you working on now? I set aside my historical American western to take a part in One Winter Knight. Now, I’m diligently back working on my The Deaconess Hires A Gunman [which is] set in the late 1800’s. I’m having so much fun with this one as there’s so much humor in it which I love to do anytime I can put a bunch in there. And the heroine’s dog, Cubby, better known as Lug Nut by the hero, just might steal the limelight—not really as there’s too much steam between the characters. Yet there’s a serious aspect as well of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have a good conflict for my hero, and this makes me wonder if I should make the title Justice Or Vengeance. Guess I’ll leave that one up to my editor.
What's up next for you? I have two finished western historical romances and a Royal Mounted Police with a female doctor from way back that I’d set aside and I need to bring them to life by tightening them up a bit and fine tuning. I also have a Civil War synopsis with several scenes that need attention. Then I just might venture in to doing the full length medieval novel that’s screaming to pop out of my head and onto the screen. I’ll most likely be doing some more novellas for the anthologies too. I’d written a western for the Fourth of July anthology last year, A Cowboy Celebration, and I have a spin off from it with two secondary characters that I’d love to do, so that may be coming up sooner than I think.

Bev was kind enough to bring an excerpt from The Chalice:
Her mind, again, questioned the logic of wounding the one who still held her heart. Could she really release the arrow? Cause him pain and grief? Her conscience badgered ‘twas a terrible unforgiveable sin. Desperation to aid her mother compelled the overwhelming necessity. Her heart wept for true love denied and so painfully lost so very long ago.
As the vehicle drew nearer, she laughed at how easy it be to predict Royce. He ‘twas a hulk of a man, brave and skilled in warfare, a proud knight of honor who battled from atop his powerful destrier, but be there a wagon or cart needs be driven, Royce resembled a youthful lad in his eagerness to play at the reins instead of a twenty-six year old warrior.
Spotting movement through the trees too far off in the distance to take aim, she inhaled slow and steady to battle back her persistent, nagging conscience. ‘Twas to her benefit the soft breeze held only a wee bit of chill and but a dusting of snow lay on the ground so she could avoid wearing heavier clothes over her woolen tunic that might encumber her. Her heart drummed in her throat in anticipation of her goal. Beads of sweat slickened her grip on her bow she held loosely at her side as she questioned the wisdom of what she was about to do.
Rich peat laced with fresh pine rose from beneath the thin white sheet to calm her nerves and help ease her tense muscles. The sun hung overhead. Her shot needed to be straight on and at approximately thirty yards give or take to fully penetrate his chain mail. Having left her water skin tied to Patience, she now wished she had it to quench her dry throat. She should be thankful no more snow had fallen. She flexed her shoulders, straightened and patiently waited to prepare at fifty. Closer, closer…now.
Ahna reached over her shoulder and pulled a two-feathered arrow from her leather-covered quiver. She planted her feet in a familiar broad stance, laid the nock of the arrow on the ox hide bowstring and pulled both back as the wagon came into view. Closer, almost there…waaait…
One moment she stood poised as an expert archer. The next, a strong band of steel circled her neck to cut off her air. Helpless, her feet flew upward as she was toppled backward. She landed with such force her teeth rattled. As her jarred mind cleared, she realized ‘twas no’ hard-packed earth beneath pine needles prodding her bruised shoulder blades. ‘Twas her attacker’s muscled body equaled to hard rock.
Joggled senses recovered enough to feel a thick, muscular forearm encased in chain mail ease back a tad from her abraded neck. Blood trickled down her neck in warm rivulets to pool into her tunic’s neckline. Only then did she realize how chilled she had become, not only from the wet snow, but most likely from shock and almost losing consciousness.
Braving a small swallow before daring a deeper breath, her throat rebelled from the raw injury as if a hot poker had been thrust down her gullet. Though she questioned how she would fare against her assailant, she thanked God her neck had no’ been snapped in two. Now she needs must face penalty for becoming a misbegotten scoundrel. Oh, sweet Mother Mary please let them be merciful.
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