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Monday, January 6, 2014
Here are the questions that authors on the tour have been asked:
1) What am I working on?
Right now, I actually have two works-in-progress. The first is a short Regency about a poor woman who takes care of cats no one wants and ends up meeting a handsome rich man whose aunt needs a new cat for company for her older one. I'm also starting on book three of a series that began with "Love Birds of Regent's Park", continues with "The Unwanted Earl" (in the editing process), and continues with book three (yet untitled).
2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Since I have a goofy sense of humor, most of my novels do, too. I've had readers tell me that my books give them a small, enjoyable vacation from the everyday troubles where they can laugh at the antics of my characters and nod their heads because they could see the situation happening, possibly even to them.
3) Why do I write what I do?
I started out writing contemporary romance, but was asked by a friend to give Regency Romance a try. I wasn't sure I could do it, but ended up loving it. I now have several Regency Romances published and more in the works!
4) How does your writing process work?
I start with a simple idea for the book. Sometimes I have a title right away but others may not have a title until I'm nearly finished writing. I do a simple outline, but don't go into detail until I actually sit down to write. Many times, the characters head in the direction they want the story to go and I just type the words. It's so much more fun that way :)
The next author in line is the wonderfully talented Mysti Parker. :)
Please check out Mysti Parker's page on 01/13/14 for her answers to the writing questions. http://mystiparker.blogspot.com
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Trace Rooks has fallen irrevocably in love with the son of her family's sworn rival, and she knows in her bones nothing can tear them apart. Until Nix suddenly pushes her away and into the arms of his best friend... But Trace isn't ready to give up on a future with Nix--and if he won't fight for them, she will.
In the end, a sacrifice must be made. A life for a life. For what better way to cover a multitude of sins than with the blood of a sinner . . .
“Hey.” Trace was sitting at the table eating some toast.
“Hey.” I waved. Idiot. She was sitting right in front of me.
Her eyes didn’t leave mine. I was frozen in place and could literally hear every beat of my heart in the silence.
“You’re wrong, you know.” She stood and walked toward me. “About a lot of things—everything, actually. And you’re an ass.”
“I’m talking, you’re listening.” She smirked and grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me toward the pantry. She slammed me against the door, pretty forcefully, I might add, and then opened it and shoved me in. I mean, I could fight her but I was too damn turned on and curious to do anything except stare at her.
“I. Want. You.” She took off her shirt. What the hell? “Only you.” Her jeans were next.
The pantry immediately became my number one favorite spot in the house.
Facing me in nothing but her scandalous white lacy underwear, she whispered in my ear. “This. What you see? What’s in front of you, it’s not just about me wanting you. I want all of you. I want to be vulnerable with you, exposed. But you have to let me…maybe the reason I don’t want to open up that part of myself to Chase is because he isn’t you, Nixon. He doesn’t have this.” She placed my hand on her bare skin right above her breast. Shit, I was slowly dying inside. Did she even realize what the hell she was doing to me?
“He doesn’t have our history, our past, our drama. I love him, you’re right. I love him so damn much that I can’t imagine life without him. But he and I—we aren’t this. So tell me, Nixon. Tell me if you want me to forget. I’ll forget what we have, if that’s really what you want. If you want me to jump into his arms without looking back, I will. But know I’ll hate you forever for giving me up.”
“I’m not,” I interrupted her. “You can’t give up something you never had.”
She slapped me hard across the face. “You promised, Nixon. You promised me.”
I kissed her hard on the mouth, clenching her wrists in my hands as I pinned her against the door. “You’re right,” I growled and pulled away. “And I’m sorry for hurting us, for hurting you, but Trace…next time you trap me in a closet, in nothing but your underwear. I will take advantage of you. I’ll screw you until you forget your own name. Don’t play with fire, and don’t mess with me. I’m still terrible for you; he’s better, and I stand by what I did. Now move out of the way before I truly lose control and steal your virginity next to the damn Cheerios.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared as I sidestepped her and walked out of the pantry and directly into Tex.
“Whoa!” Tex looked at my face and then lower. His smile widened. “Taking care of business in the pantry or Mrs. Butterworth just make you horny?”
“It’s cool! She’s naked, I get it!” Tex called after me, while I raced back up the stairs, grabbed my phone and keys, and then ran out of the house. Away from Trace, away from everything.
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers!
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Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Charity Delyle has lived in the shadow of her Prodigy cousin and his powerful Guard since the day she was born. And she doesn’t mind—really. Except that being in Hunter’s shadow means that he can’t see her. And she’d like that to change.
Hunter has one purpose in life: Protect the Prodigy, or die trying. That means a social life, school, and even Charity come last until the war is over. For the most part, he’s okay with that—he can lose everything if he has to…except his seer.
Starting at a new school should be much safer than living in a war-ravaged Carules headquarters. But this new school is different than the others. Friendships are forged and destinies are questioned, and Hunter’s decision could cost them all everything they've been hoping for.
Excerpt: “Okay, do you want to practice the ones we learned last week or just start new ones?” She had carefully color-coded the spell book with sticky tabs — spells they had mastered, spells they had practiced, spells that would come in handy one day — she was very organized. And if the Council ever found out she put sticky tabs in a book that was over three hundred years old, they would kill her completely dead.
“Learn as much as you can, Shane. Gonna be hard to find a place to practice in the mountains of Utah, surrounded by Normals.” Hunter idly traced spells in the air, letting them fizzle and die without igniting them.
“Well, alright.” Charity flipped to the red section — spells that would come in handy one day. She started at the top. “This one is called an Al-able.” The odd word rolled awkwardly off her tongue. “It’s like… it looks like it’s sort of a flat triangle of flames.”
Hunter and Shane both walked over, studying the spell in the book before tracing it slowly into the air. The spell wouldn't actually ignite until they lit it with the flames roiling through their blood, but they both wanted to make sure they could do it correctly so as not to explode them all to pieces or something.
“No, no, Hunter. Less harsh lines. Softer.” Charity glanced down at the page and then up at Hunter’s disaster of an attempt. Sighing she laid the book on the metal next to her and pushed herself to her feet. She took Hunter’s hand, trying hard to ignore the way her own blood seemed to explode into flames. There’s no magic there, she told herself harshly. “Like this.” She led his hand through the spell until the air smoked and the image burned in front of them. She looked up, got caught in his gold eyes.
He watched her, an unreadable look on his face.
It made her heart stutter in her chest. Before he could say anything she dropped his hand. “Now try it on your own. I can’t do everything for you, you know.” Charity grinned playfully, dodging out of the way as he tried to push her over. She rescued the book from the twisted metal and perched, watching them expectantly. “Go. Do something.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “Give the girl a book and she’s suddenly the boss.” He moved away several feet so he wouldn't accidentally ignite her. He’d done it before, and Charity didn’t relish the idea of it happening again.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
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Everyone on the hop invites other authors to join in. Each author answers the questions listed below, shares a summer recipe, and gives an update on a current WIP on a book they've written recently. Check out my answers!
The book I just completed and submitted to a publisher yesterday is "Romancing the Dustman's Daughter" A Regency era dustman finds something incriminating in someone's fireplace ash and uses it to blackmail them into finding a rich husband for his daughter.
1)When writing are you a snacker? If so, sweet or salty?
Sweet - mainly chocolate :)
2) Are you an outliner or someone who flies by the seat of their pants? Are they real pants or jammies?
Definitely by the seat of my jammies. And usually with a cat on my lap!
3)When cooking or baking, do you follow the recipe exactly or wing it?
I've been known to not look at the recipe and be sorry later...
4) What is next for you after this book?
Another Regency Romance. With lots of cats in it!!
5) Last Question...on a level of one being slightly naughty to ten being whoo whoo steamy, where does your book land?
Only slightly naughty.
Here's my recipe:
Easy Ranch Dip
I pint Cottage Cheese
8 oz Miracle Whip
1 packet dry Ranch Salad Dressing
Goes great with crackers or veggies :)
And here's Vivian Roycrofts's blog
Check out Jennifer Anderson on 7/25 at http://www.musingsfromthepeanutgallery.blogspot.com
Here's the link for the main site of the Hop: http://www.avonromance.com/post/tasty-summer-reads-blog-hop_1373316679