Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Life Gets in the Way

It's Passover, and my family celebrates, so I've spent the past four days sterilizing my kitchen, spring cleaning the rest of my house, cooking breakfasts and lunch from scratch, making meals for our two seders and planning ahead for snacks and other food items needed for the week. My "spare" time is spent on the couch or in bed, trying to recover. I'd love to say that I am using that spare time to write, but I'm too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

My favorite part of Passover is the separation between what we do the rest of the year, and what we do for these seven or eight days. I like that Passover is different from the rest of the year, and that goes for my writing too. I write the rest of the year; this week, I'll be taking a break.

So, Happy Passover and Happy Easter and Happy Spring! See you next week!

Monday, April 14, 2014

Nancy Evertz's Great List of Elevator Pitch Adjectives



 Elevator Pitches ADJECTIVES Nancy Evertz W/A Nan Dixon 

 Abandoned
Bland
Complacent
Deviant
Exciting
Grandiose
Absolute
Bluestocking
Complaining
Devious
Exhibitionist
Gregarious
Accident prone
Boastful
Compliant
Devoted
Exploitative
Grieving
Active
Bohemian
Compulsive
Dictatorial
Explosive
Grumpy
Adaptable
Boisterous
Confident
Disagreeable
Expressive
Guarded
Addictive
Bold
Conforming
Disappointed
Exquisite
Guilty
Adorable
Bored
Congenial
Discouraged
Extrovert
Gullible
Adventurous
Bossy
Conservative
Disenchanted
Family-oriented
Handsome
Adventurous
Brainy
Considerate
Disgruntled
Famous
Happy
Afraid
Brave
Contemplative
Disillusioned
Fanciful
Hard-headed
Aggressive
Broken
Controlling
Disorganized
Fast-living
Hard-working
Agitated
Brusque
Conventional
Dogmatic
Fearful
Harsh
Agreeable
Bullying
Cooperative
Do-gooder
Feminine
Hateful
Alert
Calm
Coy
Dominant
Fickle
Headstrong
Aloof
Calm
Creative
Domineering
Fierce
Healthy
Ambiguous
Capable
Critical
Dramatic
Fiery
Heartless
Ambitious
Career-oriented
Cultured
Dull
Flakey
Helpful
Amusing
Careful
Damaged
Dutiful
Flamboyant
Helpless
Anal 
Careless
Dangerous
Eager
Flexible
Heroic
Analytical
Caring
Daring
Easily Influenced
Flighty
Home-body
Angry
Casual
Dazzling
Easygoing
Flirtatious
Hopeful
Cautious
Debonair
Eccentric
Focused
Hopeless
Anxious
Charismatic
Deceitful
Effective
Forceful
Hostile
Apathetic
Cheerful
Deceptive
Efficient
Forgetful
Hot-headed
Approachable
Childish
Dedicated
Embarrassed
Formal
Humble
Arrogant
Clingy
Defeated
Emotionless
Friendly
Humiliated
Artistic
Clumsy
Deferential
Empathetic
Frightened
Hurt
Assertive
Coarse
Delightful
Enchanting
Frugal
Hypnotic
Athletic
Cold
Demanding
Energetic
Frustrated
Icy
Attention seeking
Cold
Demonic
Enraged
Fulfilled
Imaginative
Attractive
Collaborative
Dependent
Enthusiastic
Fun-loving
Imperious
Authoritative
Combative
Depressed
Envious
Gentle
Impotent
Beautiful
Comforting
Desirable
Escapist
Giving
Impractical
Beguiling
Commitment-phobic
Destroyed
Esteemed
Glamorous
Impulsive
Belligerent
Compassionate
Detached
Ethical
Gleeful
Independent
Bewildered
Compelling
Determined
Evasive
Goodhearted
Indifferent
Bitter
Competitive
Devastating
Excitable
Good-natured
Ineffective





Ineffectual
Malicious
Overbearing
Renegade
Sinful
Traditional
Withdrawn
Inflexible
Manipulative
Overprotective
Repulsive
Socially inept
Trapped
Witty
Informal
Masculine
Overwhelmed
resentful
Soft
Traumatized
Worried
Infuriating
Mature
Overwhelming
Reserved
Solitary
Treacherous
Inhibited
Mean
Panicked
Resourceful
Sophisticated
Troubled
Injured
Meek
Panicky
Respectful
Sparkling
Trusted
Innocent
Melodramatic
Passive
Restrained
Spirited
Trusting
Insecure
Merciless
Peaceful
Rich
Stable
Trust-worthy
Minimalist
perfectionist
Rigid
Stable
Ultrasensitive
Intelligent
Miserable
Perplexing
Risk-adverse
Status-seeking
Unambitious
Intolerant
Modest
Persistent
Risk-taking
Steady
Unassertive
Intriguing
Moody
Pessimistic
Rogue
Stingy
Unattached
Introverted
Moral
Phobic
Rootless
Strong
Unattractive
Intuitive
Motivated
Phony
Rough
Strong-willed
Unaware
Irrational
Mysterious
Placid
Rude
Stubborn
Unaware
Irrepressible
Naïve
Poor
Ruthless
Suave
Uncompromising
Irresistible
Narcissistic
Popular
Sadistic
Submissive
Underachiever
Irresponsible
Negative
Positive
Sarcastic
Suicidal
Understanding
Irritable
Nervous
Powerful
Secretive
Superficial
Unethical
Isolated
Neurotic
Powerless
Secure
Supportive
Unhappy
Jealous
Nonconformist
Precise
Seductive
Suspicious
Unhealthy
Nostalgic
Preoccupied
Self-absorbed
Sweet
Unpredictable
Jolly
Nosy
Pressured
Self-assured
Sympathetic
Unruffled
Judgmental
Nurturing
Private
Self-blame
Talented
Unsociable
Justice-seeking
Obedient
Problem-solver
Self-deprecating
Temperamental
Unstable
Kind
Obliging
Productive
Self-destructive
Tempting
Unstable
Lazy
Oblivious
Promiscuous
Self-hatred
Tense
Upset
Liberal
obnoxious
Protective
Self-indulgent
Terrified
Uptight
Listless
Obsessed
Proud
Self-reliant
Territorial
Vain
Lively
Obsessive
Psychotic
Self-starter
Thick-skinned
Vengeful
Lonely
Old-fashioned
Quiet
Self-sufficient
Thoughtful
Warm
Lovable
Optimistic
Realistic
Sensitive
Thoughtless
Weak
Loving
Orderly
Rebellious
Sentimental
Thrill seeker
Loyal
Organized
Reckless
Serious
Timid
Wealthy
Lucky
Ostentatious
Red-hot
Shallow
Tolerant
Wide-eyed
Macho
Outgoing
Rejected
Shy
Tormented
Wild
Magical
Over-achieving
Reliable
Simplistic
Tortured
Winsome

Friday, April 11, 2014

Sherry Gloag tells us about her favourite season

Please give a warm welcome to today's Friday Friend, Sherry Gloag.

Multi-published author Sherry is a transplanted Scot now living in the beautiful coastal countryside of Norfolk, England. She considers the surrounding countryside as extension of her own garden, to which she escapes when she needs "thinking time" and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel. While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there are no other walkers close by.

Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office. She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.

Today, Sherry tells us about her favourite season.

What is your favourite time of year?

I love the promise of Spring. It’s a time when snowdrops pierce their way through frost and snow, and nod in the breeze as if to say, ‘Have faith, spring is coming.’ Then there are the crocuses. No longer do we have just the royal purple to grace our flower beds, but yellow and white, plus the yellow and brown stripy ones that the birds in my garden love to eat before they reach full bloom. So irritating. And yet… J

The birds themselves are another harbinger of spring. To begin with, the seasonal visitors arrive in a trickle that soon becomes a flood, which turns into an aerial ballet.

The trees slowly awaken from their winter sleep, and for a while you have a clear view of the birds as they perch on the branches watching the world go by while they assess the best places to build their nests.

A few days ago the UK was blanketed in a cloud of Saharan sand dust which, mixed with other commercial and industrial pollutants, made getting around fairly difficult for many people, but amazingly the trees, shrubs and flowers prospered.

In a space of forty-eight hours buds burst into leaf or flower, lanes were lined with the colour of tiny blossoms holding their faces up to the sky.

A blanket of soft green clothed the tree branches, and the birds flourished on the insects they found.

Wherever you look, whether it is in the garden, the country-side or even towns and cities, the arrival of spring is the harbinger of upcoming school breaks, holidays at home or away. Spring for me is filled with the promise of new beginnings far more so than January 1st. Every season holds a special element of delight, but for me, spring is the first of the four seasonal cycles.

My story Duty Calls is set in an English estate and while my heroine resents the reasons behind her tenancy there, she can’t help falling in love with her surroundings, and is delighted to have the opportunity for her daughter to grow up in such a beautiful setting.


My upcoming story, He’s My Husky, a light paranormal novella to be published by EsKape Press on April 22nd, is set in winter and uses the season as though it is another character.
 
What is your favourite season and why?

Duty Calls
Blurb
She’d saved his life…
Rafe Hawk refuses to accept the inheritance, of a large English estate, and the title that goes with it, after his birth father’s death because the man chose duty over the woman he loved and their son.
So when he finds himself temporarily living at Kinsale Hall, he’s not prepared to trust anyone associated with the place, including Trudi Delaney and her daughter.
So why, when he looks into their eyes, does he suddenly remember a woman who vanished without a trace after saving his life one stormy night ten years earlier?
Now he could destroy hers.
Instinct warns Trudi Delaney the arrival of the contemptuous American architect at Kinsale Hall will change her life forever. Especially when she discovers he spends so much of his time in areas of Kinsale Hall off-limits to visitors.
Eleven years after escaping from her psychotic husband with a stranger, she’s still plagued by nightmares of events she can’t remember. Events such as who fathered her beautiful daughter?
Now, more than a decade later, she is confronted by another stranger. Will this one destroy everything she holds dear?
Excerpt
“What are you doing here?”
“We have to talk.”
“I’ve nothing to say to you. Go away. I want to be alone.”
“Where are you going?” Cautiously, Rafe moved forward.
Did he assume that like the fawn, now vanished, she too might bolt away?
“It’s none of your business.” Emotionally drained and feeling too tired to talk, Trudi put her hand out to repel his advance. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? “Go away,” she repeated, without any real hope he’d listen.
With a sigh, she watched him approach and, as if in a dream, stared as his hand wrapped gently around the top of her arm before he guided her to a nearby fallen tree trunk.
“You have nothing to fear from me.” He sat at the other end of the trunk, putting some distance between them. “Did Vince tell you I’ve agreed to a DNA test?”
“I haven’t spoken to either Vince or Arthur since your sister arrived at the Hall.” No way would she admit, even to herself, how much she missed them.
“You should, you know.” His voice, pitched low and soft, curled round the coldness in her heart.
“You don’t know anything about it. Stay out of my affairs and go away.” Appalled by the sound of tears in her voice, Trudi turned her face away from him. The smell of crushed grass wafted on the warm air. Midges danced in the shafts of sunlight beaming to earth between the trees.
“That’s not possible. If Rachel is my daughter, do you expect me to turn my back on the result of the most wonderful night of lovemaking I’ve ever experienced? She’s a grand kid, and I’d want her to know I’m her Dad.”
“Lust, Rafe. Nothing more than lust. Admit it.”
“How can you be sure? Vince said you don’t remember what happened.”
“Oh, Vince told you, did he?” she spat at him. “How convenient! And I’m supposed to do what? Fall in line and believe what you say? Just like that? If that night was so memorable for you, how come you didn’t recognize me when you arrived?
“I’m tired of other people telling me what I can, and can’t do. I’m sick of being manipulated by people I trusted. And I particularly resent being told I’m a coward and brought it all on myself.”
“Don’t be silly. No one would think that.”
“No? You don’t know the half of it?” Tears forgotten, Trudi swung round and nearly collided with Rafe’s chest. “Not half-an-hour ago, someone decided to enlighten me. My brother considers I deserved everything that happened to me since I flouted his wishes and married Denny.”
“I don’t believe you.” Genuine shock filled his eyes.
“Believe! They accused me of carrying on like a self-centred, spoiled child who wouldn’t listen when Arthur tried to warn me away from Denny. And I still can’t manage my life without running to Arthur and Vince for help. I’m still relying on others to rescue me from the mess I’ve made of my life.”
Trudi watched the dull red stain sweep up Rafe’s neck and into his face. Though he may not have voiced those hurtful words, he clearly agreed with her sister-in-law’s opinion, which explained his attitude. How could he expect Trudi to share Rachel when he held her in contempt? It couldn’t work.

Links:
All Romance Books
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Barnes and Noble
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Amazon
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004NBZL10
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Smashwords
To buy http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/41432
Sample: http://pdf-ebooks.net/sample/41432/duty-calls 

He's My Husky
Blurb
Since his birth, nine years ago, Emma’s dogs have taken on the roll of her son, Sam’s protectors – until six months ago. Now she’s becoming more anxious as each day passes, and doesn’t know why. She certainly didn’t expect Sam’s absentee father, Max, to solve the problem.
Excerpt
For the rest of the day Emma supported Sue by listening, while all the time keeping an eye on Max as he roamed from one room of her home to the next. When he stopped in front of the bank of photographs of their son Shane, on top of her book case, she held her breath. Father and son looked so alike no one would, or could mistake the family link if they saw the two of them together.
She also noted their other similarities. Shane’s stillness when he concentrated on something. As she watched Max now it dawned on her their concentration seemed almost animalistic at times.
It reminded her of the pointer dog, Queenie, she’d had as a child. Most of the time it had romped and played with her until without warning it would stand quite still staring at something beyond her vision. Nothing anyone did to divert Queenie would budge her until she’d satisfied herself her six-year-old charge was safe.
Now she acknowledged the same intensity in Max as he stared at the history of his son in the framed pictures.
Startled by Sue’s touch on her arm she spun round.
“I knew Shane reminded me of someone, but never realised who it was until he…” She pointed at Max. “… turned up this morning.” They both stared at the man still absorbed in the photographs.
“Didn’t he know?”
“He knew!”

Sherry has very kindly offered a PDF copy of Duty Calls to one person who leaves a comment (and their email address) between Friday April 11th and Monday April 14th.
 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

On Location

Debra takes Wild Wedding Weekend on location.

In addition to the warm weather and sand between my toes (which was more than welcome after our brutally long and cold winter here in the Midwest), a highlight of our recent cruise was to revisit a couple places we first toured on our honeymoon sixteen years ago. Part of the fun of being back was I'd used our first cruise stop locations as the setting for my book Wild Wedding Weekend, in which I send my hero and heroine, Noah and Abby, on a cruise of their own.

Here's the blurb:

All Abby Walker ever wanted was to live a normal life in her small suburban-Chicago house. After traveling around the world in her youth, staying put in one spot is a dream come true. But when she winds up on a game show as a favor to a friend, her life takes an adventurous turn she isn’t at all prepared for.

Noah Grant has put his small-town Indiana roots behind him. He travels all over the world, enjoying the freedom and adventure. He has no intention of settling down anytime soon, if ever. But then he finds himself married to Abby in a bizarre quirk of fate, and he realizes his life will never be the same. Their passion flares as hot as the sultry Caribbean air. But is passion enough to turn their Wild Wedding Weekend into a lifetime of love?


While visiting various places on our cruise this year, it was the perfect time for a few photo ops.

Our first port of call was Cozumel. In the story, Abby and Noah give individual interviews for the reality show they're on.
Here I am standing in front of what could be Abby and Noah's ship. (Ours is actually the one mostly hidden by the ship closest.)

And here I am by the Puerta Maya sign right outside the entrance to the port.

Our final port of call was also one that Abby and Noah visit. In the story, they visit the town of Hell and Noah sends postcards to all of his friends. They also take a walk on the famous Seven Mile Beach and sneak away for a little lovin'!
Here's me with the 'devil' in Hell right before sending our postcards.

And here's me on the beach. (It was here that I discovered a grave inaccuracy in my book. There's no way Abby and Noah could have found a secluded spot on this beach to make love. I have never seen a beach so crowded. Oh well, I guess there's always a portion of romance that involves some fantasy and suspension of belief, right?)

Now at some point all we need to do is revisit Key West and the ruins at Tulum and my photo journey through the book will be complete! Fun!

Until next time,

Happy Reading!

Debra
www.debrastjohnromance.com