Thursday, September 27, 2018

Meet Leslie Scott and Stone Dempsey from Two Hearts One Stone

Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome author Leslie Scott and Stone Dempsey from Leslie's latest release, Two Hearts One Stone. As usual, Stone is up first.
Where are you from? Just outside of Atlanta, Georgia.
Tell us a bit about Two Hearts, One Stone. This little diddy is about me finding both the loves of my life when I wasn’t looking for them at all. If you read it, you’ll find out how I went to bed a bachelor and woke up with a family.
What did you think the first time you saw Emmy. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, she took my breath away.
That's always good. What was your second thought? Holy crap, she’s one of the best riders I’ve ever seen.
Erudite, to the point. Was this was love at first sight? No, it was not. But it didn’t take long at all.
What do you like most about Emmy? Her intelligence, her compassion, her laugh, her butt… do I have to pick just one thing?
You're doing just fine. How would you describe her? She’s a knockout and one of the best damn pediatricians in the world.
How would Doctor Emmy describe you? Just thinking about this question absolutely terrifies me.
We will refrain from saying 'cluck cluck' and ask what made you choose horse training as a career? There are two things I’m good at: women and horses. Only one of them makes money. Most time, the other costs me money. Especially Maddie. But I wouldn’t trade that kid for all the money in the world.
What is your biggest fear? Losing my family, my baby and my woman.
How do you relax? Beer, a game on the tv, and pizza usually does the trick.
Who is your favorite fictional character? The Lone Ranger, of course.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Don’t kiss and tell. It’s saved my ass more than a few times.
We like a man who tells it like it is. Thanks, Stone. Now we'd like to chat with Leslie. What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer?
Oh everything, I’m sure. I’ve read so many books and seen so many movies that they all get jumbled around. I’d be hard pressed to ever single any of them out.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? My knowledge of horses is about it. I spent my college years (and just after) working at a riding academy. I retained a lot about that sort of thing. And I have a genuine love for those animals, they are pretty amazing.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? The Wild Rose Press is where my mentor started. When I was submitting The Finish Line, my debut novel and first submission to TWRP was at the top of the list for me with small press houses. If it was good enough for Vonnie (Davis) to start it was good enough for me. She also left me with a good feeling about the people I’d be working with from her experience. And well, she was right. Everyone at TWRP is amazing.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? The All Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness. I want to read it so bad, but I can’t until I finish writing about my witches. I wouldn’t want any bleeding over of the story. Oh and a ton of craft books. I’m a craft/writing book junkie so I have at least eight of them ready to read.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves?
The second novel in my Arkadia Fast Series, Hot Lap, should be out by Christmas (I hope). If you haven’t read The Finish Line, digital goes on sale Friday the 28th of September for 99 cents… check it out!

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Monday, September 17, 2018

WWA Feature: Kara O'Neal's The Cowboy's Embrace

Wild Women Authors welcomes Kara O'Neal back with The Cowboy's Embrace, the latest in her Pike's Run series. First up is Deacon Tolbert.
Where are you from? I was born in Alabama, spent the best parts of my childhood in New Mexico, but I’ve lived in Texas most of my life and it’s been good to me.
What did you think the first time you saw Lily Spero? I can’t remember. We grew up together, and she was my childhood friend. We were very close. Like ham and potatoes. I thought we’d be friends forever, then our families were killed. And we were…separated. 
What was your second thought? I can tell you what I thought the second time she walked into my life. We were older, and I didn’t know who she was at first, but I thought she was a vision. She was so beautiful and graceful. She was a rose among the thorns of the wild.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? It might have been. But when I found out who she was, I ran. I couldn’t face her after…what I’d done. And then I didn’t delve into how I felt the moment I set eyes on her again.
What do you like most about Lily? She’s tough. She nails me to the wall repeatedly when I get thick-skulled, and keeps me going. She’s talented. She’s got several poems published, and I love reading the pictures she paints with words.
How would you describe her? Loving. Love always comes first with her.
How would she describe you? Stubborn. Hard-working. Steady. But stubborn would be the first word she’d use.
What made you choose ranching as a career? The wide open spaces and the freedom. I like the solitude it gives me, as well.
What is your biggest fear? Losing the people I love.
How do you relax? Riding across the range. There is nothing like a Texas sky.
Who is your favorite fictional character? I’m not much of a reader. I enjoy my wife’s poems, but that’s all I’ll sit still for.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? This came from my wife: 'God isn’t a God of chaos.' I needed to hear that, and I remind myself of that whenever my past takes over my thoughts.
Thank you for taking time to speak with us, Deacon. We'd like to talk to Kara for a bit. 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? Bordersville is a real community, and it’s a part of this book. It is a historical place, one that deserves recognition and landmark status. I had to write a story that included this amazing community.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? Oh, goodness. Here we go: The White Princess, Infidel, The Velvet Hours, The Lost Wife, All God’s Dangers: The Life of Nate Shaw, Katherine, The Twelve Tribes of Hattie.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? I have just submitted book eleven in the Pike’s Run Series, Destiny’s Secrets. I am hoping to hear a release date soon!

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Friday, September 14, 2018

Focus on: Retribution by Toni V. Sweeney

Retribution (Book 5 of the kan Ingan Archives, Part 2 of the Arcanian Chronicles)
Arcanis is in civil war. The margravine has been deposed. A plague rages.

Sent by TerraFormation with vaccine to help the war-torn planet survive, Miles Sheffield is reunited with his best friend and his niece, offering them refuge on Terra.

When Pallas and the other women on the FSS Clara Barton are abducted, Aric, Miles, and the crew begin a search taking them beyond the Emeraunt Galaxy to the law-forsaken depths of the Fringes.

There, Aric faces an old enemy he never again expected to see, and a fight to the death for possession of his own wife. Old hatreds are revived and old memories return to life as he makes a decision affecting not only the Throne of Arcanis but the eventual fate of his own family.

An Excerpt From Retribution:
Dr. Thorpe? Wayne Thorpe?”
Yes, I'm Dr. Thorpe,” he acknowledged. Setting down the grid, he walked over to Miles, studying his face carefully. “Do I know you?”
It’s Miles...Sheffield. I guess you probably don’t remember—”
Little Miles?” The doctor laughed. He took a step backward, giving him a quick once-over with bright hazel eyes. “To use an old cliché…my, how you’ve grown.” He called over his shoulder, “Maeve, you and Carol finish without me.”
As one of the nurses nodded, he threw an arm across Miles’ shoulders.
How could I ever forget my almost brother-in-law? Come on, we’ve got some catching up to do. So, you’re the M. Sheffield in charge of this little mercy mission? I didn’t make the connection.”
Miles admitted he was, adding, “I wasn’t sure you’d want to remember me.”
Listen, Miles, just because your sister jilted me and nearly ruined my life doesn’t mean I want to forget everything about that time. For example, I still remember what a little pest you were.”
Out of all the memories, you had to pick that one?” Miles laughed.
They settled in the mess hall, drinking the grain-beverage concoction long ago replacing coffee as the National Drink, poured from one of the portable synthesizers assigned to each table.
Thorpe explained he’d been doing research at a TF hospital in Pennsylvania.
After I got my act back together when Elizabeth dumped me, I decided to tackle the most difficult field I could find. Something to keep me so damned busy I wouldn’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I’m a qualified expert in viruses, though I certified as a general practitioner after I graduated.”
He picked up his cup, swirling the contents slightly.
I think that was the worse period of my life, being dropped like that and pulling that idiotic stunt of trying to drink a bottle of Nirvana-laced whiskey. If my cousin hadn’t found me, and my father hadn’t been influential enough to have my treatment records destroyed... My budding medical career would’ve ended then and there. I had a lot of time to think while I was recuperating and realizing what a fool I’d been.” He laughed slightly. “Ironic how it worked out, isn’t it?”
You mean your being on this ship?”
All of it. If I hadn’t missed that year of school getting all that psychiatric treatment for…well, the official diagnosis was depression, I wouldn’t have come back just as the viral lab position came open. Dad suggested I apply.” He studied the dark brown liquid in his cup. “Which would, a long way down the road, put me on this ship, going to help a woman who, if things had been different, would be my daughter. Tell me, Miles, does she look like Elizabeth?”
Miles paused a moment before answering.
How many times have I heard that same tone when anyone speaks of Elizabeth? Or seen that expression? Elizabeth Sheffield might have been dead for nearly twenty years, but to any man who knew her, she was still very much alive
She has my sister’s blue eyes, but she’s more beautiful then Elizabeth ever was.”
Does she have her mother’s disposition?”
As far as Thorpe was concerned, Elizabeth Sheffield had been the most selfish, manipulative female in existence, a bitch who twisted men around her little finger until they howled in pain though they enjoyed it while it was happening. He’d always been aware she agreed to marry him only because her parents wished it. Because of that, he let her have her way in the hopes she’d at least tolerate him. He didn’t say any of that, of course, merely looked over at Miles and smiled, a little ironically, to show he hadn’t really meant that last question…though he really did.
Wait’ll you meet her.” Miles let his own fondness for Pallas color his words. “You’ll love her. You won’t be able to help yourself.”
Somehow, Thorpe doubted that. Once bitten, twice careful, especially where the daughter of the woman jilting him was concerned.


About Our Focus Author:

Toni V. Sweeney has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a decade on the Pacific Coast and now she’s trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains.

Since the publication of her first novel in 1989, Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone. In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US). She is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books. In 2016, she was named a Professional Reader by

In 2015 and 2016 Toni was voted one of the Top 10 authors of those years by Preditors & Editors Readers Poll. In 2013, the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice voted The kan Ingan Archives (Part Two of the Arcanian Chronicles) a Special Mention, and the following year, named the individual novels The Man from Cymene, and Space Studs, from the same series two of the Top 8 SF/fantasy novels of 2014.

As of 2018, Toni currently has 55 novels in print, including 3 series, and 3 trilogies.

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Monday, September 10, 2018

Focus: Young Hawks Flying, Toni V. Sweeney

Wild Women Authors welcomes Toni V. Sweeney and Young Hawks Flying, Book 5 of the Narrative of Riven the Heretic, Part 1 of the Arcanian Chronicles.

. . . .With the death of their parents in the Genocide Wars, the orphaned sons of Riven kan Ingan and his beloved Barbara flee to separate countries to escape the margrave's injustice.
. . . . Eldest son Val rides north to Ghermia, his mother’s country, where he’s taken in by a band of barbarian marauders as ruthless as he. Ilke the Priest and nine-year-old Merigan turn their horses’ south, seeking sanctuary among the tribes in the Assamedean desert.
. . . . Twins Hroric and Shael go to the far eastern kingdom of Chalêit, where their reckless natures enable them to become accomplished thieves.
. . . . All agree to return and help Val avenge their parents, but none believe that will happen. Until then… adventure, danger, death, and love await Riven’s five sons as they grow to adulthood and gain the strength to exact their revenge upon the insane margrave of Francovia.

Hroric and Shael rode east.
Being the first to leave the castle, they were ignorant of the slaughter taking place in the courtyard after Val rode through the gates. They avoided the mountain pass into Ghermia, riding along the border and through the foothills, across the border into Chalêit.
That kingdom was a land in harsh contrast to Francovia. Rocky-soiled and barren, the sloping hills were dark and brown with few trees covering them. To the twins, accustomed to the green leafy forests and deep meadows of Lindenscraig, their new surroundings were a shock.
At the last farmhouse, the goodwife was apologetic that she had no more than a loaf of freshly-baked bread to give the two young men, for she knew it would take more than that to nourish their large, youthful bodies. In return, Shael chopped wood for her. Stacking it neatly against the wall of the farmhouse, he finished the task her husband had begun before returning to the fields.
Afterward, sitting under a stunted dry stick of a tree, with the horses grazing nearby, they finished the last of the bread.
As he swallowed the crust he’d been chewing, Shael rubbed a finger across his palm. The ax handle had raised blisters and though he didn’t complain, he touched the broken skin gingerly. Trying not to wince at the stings it engendered, he bit his lip.
“We’d best get going.” He stood.
“To where?” Rory made no move to follow, looking up at his twin. His voice was sullen as he repeated his question. “Where will we go? Do you think Val and Ilke and Merigan got away?”
“How should I know?” Shael answer was angry as he flung himself back against the tree. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Why not?” Rory demanded. “Will ignoring what happened make it right again? Will it bring back our parents or take us back to Lindenscraig?”
Ever since their frantic ride through the mountain pass, Shael refused to say anything about the battle or what followed. Now, by bringing up the subject, Rory realized for the first time in their lives, he and his brother were dangerously close to fighting.
“Val said one day we’ll avenge ourselves, and I believe that,” Shael answered, his voice startlingly quiet after his outburst. He caught his twin by the shoulder, staring into his brother’s amber eyes. “He said we’ll be together again. If there’s a way to survive, Val will find it.” He looked away. “One day, we’ll triumph.” He repeated the words as if trying to convince himself, as well as Rory, they were true. “One day.”
He made a dismissing motion with one hand. “We won’t talk of this again, Rory. I’ll see our parents in my dreams and I’ll mourn them but I don’t wish to speak of this ever.”
Nodding in silent agreement, Rory got to his feet, walking to his horse. The animal raised its head, nickering softly. The two goldens had no trouble telling their masters apart. He stood a moment, rubbing the horse’s ears, keeping his head turned away until he was certain he’d conquered his desire to sob.
“Let’s go.” He looked at Shael, who was hastily rubbing a hand across his eyes. “We’ve wasted enough time.”


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Monday, September 3, 2018

For The Love of Hawthorne by Diana Rubino

This week, Wild Women Authors is pleased to feature For The Love of Hawthorne. by author Diana Rubino. Set in 19th century Salem, Massachusetts, the novel tells the story of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s clairvoyant bride who rescued her beloved husband from a curse which spanned generations.

About For The Love of Hawthorne:
          Salem, Massachusetts witnessed horrific and shameful events in 1692 that haunted the town for three centuries. Accused as witches, nineteen innocent people were hanged and one was pressed to death. Judge John Hathorne and Reverend Nicholas Noyes handed down the sentences. One victim, Sarah Good, cursed Noyes from the hanging tree: “If you take away my life, God will give you blood to drink!” She then set her eyes on Judge Hathorne. “I curse you and your acknowledged heirs for all time on this wicked earth!” Hathorne was not only Sarah Good’s merciless judge; he also fathered her son Peter and refused to acknowledge him.
          In 1717, Nicholas Noyes choked on his own blood and died. Every generation after the judge continued to lose Hathorne land and money, prompting the rumor of a family curse. By the time his great great grandson Nathaniel was born, they faced poverty.
Ashamed of his ancestor, Nathaniel added the ‘w’ to his last name. His novels and stories explore his beliefs and fears of sin and evil, and he based many of his characters on overbearing Puritan rulers such as Judge Hathorne.

Meet Diana Rubino:
          My passion for history and travel has taken me to every locale of my books and short stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Paris, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, Washington D.C. and New York.
My urban fantasy romance, FAKIN’ IT, won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. My husband Chris and I own CostPro, an engineering firm based in Boston. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano, devour books of any genre, and spend as much time as possible living the dream on my beloved Cape Cod.
          I live near Salem and have been to all the Hawthorne landmarks there, and in Concord. The House of the Seven Gables has been my favorite house in the world since I'm a kid. I've always felt a strong spiritual connection to Salem, and always wanted to write one of my books set there, including the witch trials.
          I read several of his books and stories, to get a better background on him. Nathaniel wrote from the heart, about his true beliefs, and his loathing of how the witch victims were treated. He did consider it disgraceful, and it certainly was. He added the 'w' to his last name to distance himself from the judge. That tormented him and his family all his life. It must have been cathartic to him to have his writing as his outlet.

Diana brought an excerpt from For The Love of Hawthorne in which Sophia and Nathaniel visit his cousin, Susan Ingersoll, who lived in The House of the Seven Gables:

I went over to a curio cabinet and swept my eyes over the items on the shelves—a china doll wearing a calico dress, a stack of gold cups and saucers, a red and blue glass checkerboard propped up to display its surface…and a wooden hammer on the top shelf. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was a gavel that judges use in trials. Out of curiosity I picked it up and a shock ran through me as if electrified. Dear God, was it that gavel?
I dropped it to the rug. It landed with a thump. I bent to retrieve it. Somehow I knew it wouldn’t shock me this time—that was only an initial warning. “Something about it made me want to touch it, to pick it up and hold it.”
Nathaniel approached me. He stared at the gavel in my hand, horror darkening his eyes. His lips parted but no words emerged. I knew what he was thinking—the curse. He turned to his cousin, pointing at the gavel, his arm trembling.
Susan hurried over to us, took it from me and placed it back on the shelf. “Yes, it’s Judge Hathorne’s. What happened, Sophie? Are you all right?”
I looked down at my open hands, palms up. They burned as if I’d touched a hot poker. “That gavel—it carries something evil. Has anything happened to you with this, Susie?”
Nathaniel backed away and before Susan could answer me, he grasped her arm. “I begged you to get rid of that accursed thing! You know it shouldn’t be here!”
She looked from him to me, heaving a deep sigh. “I’m not inclined to dispose of it, Natty. It’s a family heirloom, notwithstanding its past.”
He gripped the chair, his face drained of color. “It’s downright evil. You know what he used that thing for.”
She held her hands up in surrender. “Very well, I’ll conceal it.” She took it off the shelf and slid it behind the checkerboard.
“That should not be in this house!” He stood his ground, his eyes fixed on the checkerboard as if it would melt in such close proximity to that horrid object.
“It’s fine there, Natty. It’s concealed from sight now.” She looked at me and gestured for me to sit again. I sat and gulped my sherry.
“Nathaniel’s always overcome with distress at the witch trials.” Susan explained what I already knew.
“And so should you be,” he cut in.
“If I must speak for Judge Hathorne, I heard stories of him from my grandfather.” Susan looked from Nathaniel to me. “The whole hysteria that caught up the judge was started by unscrupulous men to further their own riches. But spectral evidence was still admissible. No sane person could believe that blithery.”

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In addition to the above excerpt, we had time to talk with Sophia, Nathaniel's devoted wife:
Where are you from? Born in Salem, Massachusetts
Tell us a bit about For The Love of Hawthorne. It is the story of my quest to save my beloved husband Nathaniel from a perceived curse that plagued his family for two centuries. Their ancestor was Judge Hathorne, who condemned 20 innocent people to death during the Salem Witch Trial hysteria. I used my talent as a medium to contact my ancestor, Sarah Good, one of the victims, who cursed the judge from the gallows, to convince Nathaniel that she forgave the judge, and hence, ended the curse…but I never believed Sarah cursed anyone.
What did you think the first time you saw Nathaniel? My sister Lizzie came up to my room when I had a splitting headache and told me that Nathaniel was downstairs and wanted to meet me. I did not want to meet him. “You never saw anything so splendid,” she said. “He is handsomer than Lord Byron.” To which I said, “I think it rather ridiculous to get up. If he has come once, he will come again.” But I couldn’t stop myself from tiptoeing out and peeking over the banister. Staring as if entranced, I put my hand over my dancing heart. Oh, handsomer than Lord Byron, all right!
Works for us. What was your second thought? That was when we met. I thought he was shy and uneasy in social settings.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? Not quite love yet, but an overpowering infatuation that nearly knocked me over.
What do you like most about Nathaniel? He’s unpretentious and a genuine human being. Even after achieving all his success, he was accessible to his fans and never snubbed anyone.
How would you describe him? Imaginative, sensitive, standoffish, reclusive
Interesting. How would he describe you? Artistic, spiritual, gregarious, outgoing
What made you choose art reproduction for a career? I’ve always loved to draw and I’m very good at it but wish I were better. I keep working at it.
What is your biggest fear? I’ll have a psychic vision of something terrible.
How do you relax? Painting is my relaxation, gazing at a beautiful landscape and capturing it on canvas.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Lucie Manette from A Tale of Two Cities.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Dr. Channing, who’d applied lovely, gentle, delicate, knowing, graceful, active leeches to me in early attempts to cure my headaches, admired my art and suggested I work from my own mind, that is, paint originals.
This has been terrific, Sophie. We thank you for taking the time to chat with us.