chance to get to know him. He takes the offer and gets more than he bargains for—a curvy stepsister who knocks this bad boy to his knees.
One woman. One cheating ex. One life do-over.
Amber Thompson always thought she wanted a superstar boyfriend— until he kicked her to the curb on the eve of his big break.
When Amber’s best friend, Scott Malone, comes running in to save her once again, she realizes he’s the man she truly wants. The only problem? Scott isn’t interested in pursuing a woman on the rebound.
Determined to prove she’s ready to commit, Amber comes up with a plan to woo Scott, only to have it derailed by explosive family secrets. With her assumptions about everything— including herself— dismantled, she finds herself torn between a need for answers and protecting her mother’s past. But Amber knows if she has any hope of a meaningful relationship with Scott, she needs to figure out who she is— and that means unearthing even more secrets.
Will Amber find what she’s looking for? And if she does, will she find it in time to help her win the man of her dreams?
Scott’s brow furrowed as he stopped in a line of traffic waiting at a road construction site. He twisted in his seat again, facing her, her body half cocooned by him with his arm across her seat back. Outside, the sun was setting, the spring air giving the green foothills a glow. He was openly admiring her and Amber wondered what it would be like to allow herself the opportunity to change things between them. What would happen if she gave in to her restless thoughts about him?
She slowly leaned across the console that separated them, watching him carefully. He looked curious, but not at all as if expecting her to graze his lips with hers. She kissed him, almost drawing away before he began reciprocating, his mouth cool and sweet from the milkshake. Heat flooded through Amber, touching areas she hadn’t even known existed. Still kissing, she placed her hands on either side of his mouth, wishing she could climb into his lap and continue this forever.
Just when she thought she’d become lost in him, he broke the kiss, leaning away.
“I thought you wanted this,” she said, trying to ignore the slice of rejection that had cut her open.
Scott was silent for a moment before gently cupping her cheek, caressing it with a rough thumb. “Amber,” he said softly, “you will always be worth waiting for.”
“There’s no wait. I’m right here.” She swallowed hard, uncertain as to why she was crossing the line she had so vigilantly avoided for years, and even more uncertain as to why he was pushing her away. “I’m ready. Ready for this. For us.” Her voice was shaking from the fear ripping through her chest.
“I am.” Her voice became soft, her tone begging.
“You’re not ready, Amber, and both you and I know it.”
She stuck out her chin. “I’m ready, Officer Malone.”
He swallowed, his gaze darkening with something she couldn’t identify, but she knew it wasn’t anger. He wanted her, and yet he was saying no.
“I’m not good enough?” She would never be a mayor or a beauty queen or any of the amazing women Scott had dated. But she’d always secretly hoped, way back in the furthest reaches of her mind, that she would be enough for him. She’d been wrong.
“Amber, don’t go down that road.” His eyes were like fire. “You know you’re not ready. I can see it in your eyes.”
“No. I want you.”
“You don’t.” His voice was harsh.
She did. She wanted him. Her best friend. She wanted to fall into his strength and shelter. And that kiss… it had been the beginning of something. Something she’d never felt before. How could he not see that?
“This is too important to mess up,” he said. “When you’re ready we’ll start something good.”
“No?” He quirked a brow, leaning on the console, practically daring her to argue.
“I’m ready and I demand you be my boyfriend. Now.” She pointed at the floorboards of the truck.
Amber Thompson always dreamed of leaving the small town of Blueberry Springs (where everybody knows your name and business) and living an anonymous life in a big city. Fate had other plans for Amber. After her newscaster boyfriend dumps her just as he is releasing a book about her, she begins to see small town life differently. She also starts seeing Scott Malone, her BFF since grade school, in a new light.
Amber has so much upheaval going on in her life. So many secrets have been kept from her for her entire life. When they were revealed, with no explanations or answers, Amber’s world is turned upside down. She is determined to find all the answers. As she seeks the truth, Amber begins to see herself in a new light. To understand what she really wants in life, who she really is, and how to love herself. It is a tumultuous journey but Amber triumphs in the end.I like the way Amber and Scott’s relationship evolved throughout the story. No matter how long he had to wait, Scott needed Amber to be 100% positive she was truly in love with him. That she hadn’t turned to him simply because he was there. I loved him being strong enough to wait for “forever”.
Vodka and Chocolate Drops is a sweet romance. I love romances that leave sex scenes to the imagination. There is heat between Amber and Scott. The chemistry and electricity are obvious. Secondary characters are interesting. I’d love to see Gloria get her own story. The story flows easily and kept my attention. There is romance, humor, and light angst in the story.
Characters from previous Blueberry Springs books appear in this latest addition to the series. While the characters appear in each book, they are all stand alone stories.
I thoroughly enjoyed Vodka and Chocolate Drops and definitely recommend it. Actually, I recommend all of Jean Oram’s sweet romance stories.
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Jean Oram is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes contemporary romance (some call it chick lit or romantic comedy, others call it women’s fiction, and usually boys simply call it girly stuff) as well as in a few other genres as time permits. (Check outwww.itsallkidsplay.ca for more of her nonfiction fun!)
Jean was raised listening to vinyl in an old school house in the middle of the Canadian prairie. After trekking through several countries and teaching hundreds of people how to ski, she decided it was time to get a real career and attend university.After graduating with distinction and a sociology degree, Jean quickly realized she had aimed herself straight for the fast-paced city life, a desk, nine-to-five, and high heels. Fearful for her sanity as well as the health of her feet, she slipped on flats and hid away in a high school library converting teenagers into readers, and enjoying her all-new favorite past time—buying thousands of books with other people’s money. Several years later she began writing her own novels.
Currently, Jean serves as a site moderator at the fabulous AgentQuery Connect’s site for writers and when not writing, Jean has been known to spend her time reading, skiing (both cross-country and downhill), camping in the mountains or across North America–although Alaska is still one of her all-time favs, hiking, jogging 5K in a gorilla suit, as well as other zany things. But generally you can find her in front of her laptop.
She lives in Canada with her husband, two kids, and very large dog who sheds like she’s trying to clone herself.
She challenges Keller and wins a bet to get on the recently inherited crab fishing boat, forcing the young captain to buck tradition and superstition.
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Constance Phillips lives in Ohio with her husband, daughter, two kitties, and four canine kids.
When not writing stories of finding and rediscovering love, Constance is counting down the days until her son and daughter-in-law make her a grandma and planning a cross-country motorcycle trip with her husband for the not-so-distant future…if they can find a sidecar big enough for the pups.
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Rayne’s Thunder (Part Four) The Mating Games just released and things couldn’t be hotter for Rayne Manchester and the stakes couldn’t be higher. Nine men have arrived each ready to compete for Rayne’s hand in marriage, on the surface they all look worthy, but are they? Can she trust them? This is her heart and her future.
In this installment of Rayne’s Thunder, Rayne has found herself in over her head in men. These alpha males are hot and ready to settle down. Each one of them competes to win a date with her and everyone tries to outdo the next one.
Eva, the Game Master, does her best to maintain fairness through the process but Rayne fights her at every turn. Will one of the six men who win dates with Rayne Manchester win her heart or is it already taken? Which of the nine competing for her hand in marriage will be sent home? Check out the fourth installment of the popular, highly rated, romantic serial, Rayne’s Thunder (part of the Dating a Werewolf Series) today.
Meet the men of Rayn’e Game:
River and Rhyme joined me on the steps a moment later. Rhyme looked fabulous and very chic like always in her business dress attire with her black-as-night hair up in a French twist. River carried an air of masculinity in his wranglers and button-down dress shirt. His black hair styled perfectly. My siblings were used to being in the spotlight. I was not. I felt completely overshadowed by them.
Lincoln was the first to arrive. He was stable, sexy, and knew how to command the area. Control was his super power and added to his sex appeal. His tan khakis and dark brown polo were as impeccable as his golden blond curls. Not a single thing on his person was out of place. I bit my lower lip as the memory of how good his kiss was despite the dangerous situation we found themselves in during his last visit to the compound. He hugged me tightly and I breathed in his crisp pine scent mixed with desire. He would’ve been a front runner if he hadn’t run at the first sign of trouble. That and his purist ideas made me wary, but I promised myself I’d give him a second chance, and with his pack aligning with ours in the upcoming battle for the alpha seat against the rogue wolves I needed to be cautious.
“I’m glad you came back,” I told him with a smile.
He treated me to a sly, knowing grin. “And this time, I’m here to fight for the woman in front of me.” He didn’t need to apologize again. He’d already done that when I invited him to come back for the competition.
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. “We shall see. No more notes.” I was half joking, but totally serious. The last time he came to court me he left with a ‘Dear John’ letter. It was one step up from leaving a break up text message. I was flabbergasted. I’d thought we were getting along well, but he was obviously not interested in the drama which made his attempt at brokering a peace between our two packs questionable.
Brick was the next to arrive on his motorcycle. The image of his highlighted, brown shoulder-length hair flying loosely behind him from the breeze pulled me back to the night we ran away on the bike for a picnic in the park. Before he even dropped the kickstand, I knew he’d smell of delicious cinnamon buns which oddly matched his toasted almond skin tone. The memory of his fingers grazing my lips as he fed me chocolate covered strawberries caused me to lick my lips in anticipation. When his long, thickly muscled legs reached me on the steps he pulled me hard against his solid chest, the smell of leather from his jacket mixed with vanilla and cinnamon, and circled around us weaving its spell. He moved in close, lips inches from mine, his breath hot on my skin. When I closed my eyes to receive the expected kiss he popped a tasty strawberry in my mouth. “A little something to help you remember our awesome night together.” He squeezed me tight and I swallowed the delectable treat. If I picked him, I’d gain fifty pounds before the wedding with the way he used food as a seduction tool.
“God, that was hot.” Chloe fanned herself as she whispered behind me. “I think I need a shower.” She giggled.
“Shush,” I told her, but couldn’t help but chuckle along with her.
The next to arrive was Eric Christianson. His entrance was perhaps one of the most interesting. He trotted up on a beautiful white horse. His eyes were shielded by a straw hat which did little to cover up his black locks. When he dismounted from his horse, his buckle proudly sparkled from around his slender waist which led down to painted-on Wranglers and worn but well-maintained boots. I found my eyes wandering to his chest which was covered by a button-down, blue plaid shirt that I discovered matched his twinkling eyes when he removed his hat and offered his hand to shake.
“I’m very excited to meet you, ma’am.” He seemed polite and shy, but the glint in his eyes told me he was also very capable and not afraid of danger which was a good thing around here. It seemed like we were constantly finding ourselves in treacherous situations. His hand shake reaffirmed my initial impression. It also told me he was strong and not afraid of work if the callouses were any indication. I imagined those hands on my skin would be quite thrilling.
The next arrival took me by Storm. Literally. He was my Storm. His long, dark hair was tied back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His familiar scent beckoned me and I found myself lost in the turmoil of emotions that came with the irritatingly observant, hard-headed ass who always managed to keep me on my toes because for some peculiar reason I cared what he thought of me. Dislike tainted with trust and interest was not a healthy concoction, but every time he turned those soul searing green eyes on me I lost all control of my senses. Logic flew out the window, and my body responded to his with a dance of desire that burned me from the core to my skin. They say there is a fine line between love and hate, and I experienced that every time I was around this man. My mind screamed danger and my body yelled, ‘Come closer’. It was the kind of relationship that never lasted, but I couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What if it could?’ and I supposed that was why he was here. He walked up the steps and offered me a cup of coffee, and in that moment I realized he wasn’t here to compete, he was here to take care of me like he did with the rest of the family. Evidence of this was when he handed Chloe, River, and Rhyme their own drinks. The man was infuriating.
I turned toward him. “Does that mean you’re not competing in the games?”
Storm sipped his drink. “I don’t play games.” His green eyes watched me over the brim of the cup. I wanted to scream, ‘No!’, to asked him ‘why?’, but I refused to stoop to his level. Instead, I turned away. I didn’t expect the next chain of events to happen. He whipped me around and pulled me into his strong arms. “I don’t play games, but for you, I’m willing to let that rule slide.”
“Meaning what, exactly?” For some reason, I needed to hear the words. I needed to know he felt an inkling of what I was starting to feel for him. I wasn’t about to put myself out there to get burned if he didn’t feel remotely the same.
“Are you ready for a real relationship with real responsibilities?”
“Are you ready to stop treating me like a child?”
“Perhaps.” He grinned.
“Then perhaps I am. We’ll have to see…if you’re still standing at the end of the Games.”
“I’ll only be standing at the end of the games if you show me you’re a worthy mate.” He caressed my cheek and I felt my legs go weak. How someone could be so strong and yet gentle was beyond me. “For now, I choose to compete.” His words made my heart skip a beat before he released me.
Chloe and Rhyme steadied me, and I breathed deeply as I turned around and awaited the next contestant in the “Marry Me” game. If Storm wasn’t such a pain in my ass the games would be over, but the luggage that came with that man was something I was going to have to work to get over before I could consider him my mate. Sure, we had explosive chemistry, but I’ve also felt sparks with the other men and they didn’t carry with them a painful, shared past.
The next to arrive did so in style, and he wasn’t alone. When the limousine door opened, James Frank and a man who looked almost identical poured out of the vehicle. The second unidentified man was sloppy drunk and James had to hold him up to keep him from falling down. James gave me a sheepish grin when Georgio and Storm pulled the almost incoherent man off James and he was able to approach me. He straightened his tie and suit jacket before offering his hand to shake.
“I apologize, Rayne. My little brother can be a handful.” Just then a little girl in a white frilly dress with red hair like James rushed out of the vehicle and clung to his pant legs. James’ cheeks burned red which enhanced his light sprinkle of freckles on his peachy face. I felt for the guy. “I’m sorry, when I agreed to come I had to bring my siblings because our parents were out of the country and…”
“It’s okay,” I squatted down to eye level with the little girl. “I’m Rayne. What’s your name?”
“Kylie,” she spoke past the thumb in her mouth.
“Welcome to my home, Kylie.” I grinned. There was something innately sexy about a man that put family first and liked kids. The way Kylie was clinging to James in that moment, I had a feeling she adored her brother.
Next to arrive was Grayson Drake. He drove up in a brand new silver BMW convertible. His dark, medium length hair was frizzy from the wind but the twinkle in his crystal blue eyes made up for the slight imperfection of his hair. The rest of him was well kept. Black slacks, cream colored polo that accented his golden-tanned skin all mixed together well to create a good looking man. He walked up to me, and instead of shaking my extended hand, he kissed the inside of my palm. “Hello, Rayne. I’m Grayson Drake, but you can call me Gray.”
“Nice to meet you, Gray.” He still had my hand and was absently caressing my knuckles in a circular motion. I didn’t pull away. It was nice, and his touch held an electrical current that grabbed my attention.
On the outside, he looked picture perfect, even with the mussed hair, but his eyes held an air of danger underneath the surface.
“I look forward to getting to know you much better.” And then came the grin — the danger gone. Though he didn’t look it, he was definitely a bad boy.
The theme song from the Rocky movies blasted loudly from the green Jeep that pulled up next. The cinnamon skinned man shifted the vehicle into park, and then raised his hands to the bar of the topless SUV and swung himself over the closed door and onto the ground, showing off amazing strength and impressively cut arms. I had no doubt under that form-fitting dark blue t-shirt he had a four pack, if not a six pack of defined abs. The man was hot. He wore his black hair cut close to the scalp. His jeans hung low on V-shaped hips. He made his way toward me and when his brown eyes connected with mine I forgot to breathe. He was intense. I couldn’t help but notice the tattoos on his arms, wrists, and neck, and had to wonder what other tats were hidden under his clothes.
“Hello, Rayne. I am Julius.” He spoke with a strong Spanish accent which made him even hotter.
“Julius, nice to meet you.” I smiled and placed my hand in his, which dwarfed my own. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the man was a bear shifter, not a wolf. It was easy to see how he was an enforcer and second in command of his pack.
The next guy to arrive was Simon Blake. According to the file I had on him, he owned a company that made computer games and many suspected he was a hacker. That wasn’t confirmed, but he was connected to Wolf Vengeance, a handle to an infamous hacker that had infiltrated many prominent government agencies. I knew I had to ask him about it because my interest was piqued. He arrived in a red, convertible Corvette. The first thing I noticed as he approached me were his sharp hazel eyes. Then his height. He towered over the other wolves, and his thin frame was opposite of them as well. Many shifters wore their hair long but Simon’s was shaved with dark brown growth poking up through his scalp. His hands were tattooed with intricate and colorful designs. “You must be Rayne. I’m Simon.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you Simon.”
He kissed the back of my hand, never taking those astute eyes off of me. “You are far more beautiful in person than your picture boasts.”
“Thank you.” I told him, pink coloring my cheeks.
“I look forward to getting to know you better.” He took his place next to the rest of the contestants that had already arrived.
Finally, the last bachelor arrived. I knew from the files his name was Victor, and he was a singer/songwriter and poet. He was larger than most of the men, which was saying a lot. His light brown hair fell in waves around his shoulders and was kissed by the sun. So was his tan skin. He carried a guitar case when he got out of the van that had “Stealth Wolf Men” painted on the side in a multitude of colors. It was his band’s logo.
He smiled softly, shyness in his demeanor and hazel eyes. “I’m Victor, and I’m guessing you are Rayne Manchester?”
“I am.” I nodded.
“I’m so sorry for your loss. Your father was a very good man.”
“Thank you.” His words choked me up for a moment. I hadn’t expected the condolence. It was actually very thoughtful.
“Very good, everyone! I am Eva, your game master. Please come into the house so we can get you all set up in your rooms, then a little dinner, and our first competition.”
Have you started this highly rated romantic serial? There are only two installments left. Get caught up with one through four below.
Rayne’s Thunder (Part One) Master Chef
Rayne’s Thunder (Part Two) The Veterinarian
Rayne’s Thunder (Part Three) The Politician and the Witches
Rayne’s Thunder (Part Four) The Mating Games
Rayne’s Thunder (Part Five) The Games Continue and the Battle Begins (scheduled to be released in October 2015)
Rayne’s Thunder (Part Six) The One (scheduled to be released in November 2015)
Coming soon, Rhyme’s Reason and River’s Fire…
I have plenty of romance, romantic comedies, fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, and mysteries available on Amazon (all within the paranormal genre)… Some are full length, some novellas, some are part of a a series and others are stand alone. Check them all out here on my Amazon author page.
TITLE – Sunset Surprise
SERIES – Sunset Beach Romance Series #4
AUTHOR – Natalie-Nicole Bates
GENRE – Contemporary romance
PUBLICATION DATE – 08/25/2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 12, 500 words
PUBLISHER – Books to go Now Publishing
Summer Whitney’s life is spinning out of control. After the death of her fiancé, she closed her successful tattoo shop and travelled the world searching for something or someone to hold on to.
A reunion at Sunset Beach brought about a hasty decision to move back home seeking reconnection with her friends and family. But a surprise visit from ex love Kimon Galanos brings shocking news of the past – and the present.
Will Summer remain long enough in Sunset Beach to rekindle love and finally find the last happiness that has eluded her all of her life, or will she run away again, this time forever?
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The acid that festers and blisters your soul and your heart. If you’re lucky enough, scabs will form. If not, you remain ravaged and damaged forever.
Summer Whitney walked along the stretch of Sunset Beach for what seemed hours, while she contemplated her life.
Maybe she made life altering decisions too soon after Erick’s death. Deluded herself into thinking Sunset Beach would somehow be the answer to all of her problems, to the grating loneliness she felt day in and day out.
It wasn’t too late to run. Running away was something Summer was very good at. Leave everything and everyone behind again.
This time it would be forever.
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
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TITLE – Violet Chain
AUTHOR – J Kahele
GENRE – Contemporary Romance
After catching her fiancé with another woman at their engagement party, Violet Townsend’s world is turned upside down.
Desperate to numb the pain, she falls into the arms of charming, young entrepreneur Chain Alexander.
Chain, a notorious womanizer of Philadelphia, not looking for anything more than a night of pleasure with a woman, is drawn to Violet instantly. There is something about her that he needs and wants so desperately and it’s not just sex.
But Violet is resistant. Can she open her heart again after having it broken so brutally? And more importantly, should she?
This book is intended for mature audiences.
The silent communication in her eyes, the stillness of her body told me she knew I was hurting.
Her hand cupped the nape of my neck. “It’s okay, I’m here—I’m here,” she whispered as she kissed each tear on my cheek.
She slanted her mouth to capture mine and kissed me slowly as her hand curled around my body, pulling me against hers. I drew a breath and held it as her lips caressed my neck.
I was falling.
In love with her.
A chill swept across me as the warmth of her body left mine and she sat up, sliding off the t-shirt I had given her to wear to bed, then slid on top of me. Her deft fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers, light kisses raining from her lips against my skin as she moved down my body, sliding my boxers off and throwing them to the side. She reached to the nightstand to grab a condom, when my hand stopped hers. I wanted to feel all of her—bare.
Her eyes blinked hard as I flipped her over and slid on top of her.
As our sleek bodies moved feverishly against each other, I held her tight, wanting to remember the smell of her hair, the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips. This was where I wanted to be, this was where I belonged, buried inside of her.
As we found our release together, her body fell limp against mine and I wrapped my arms around her, never wanting to let her go. I raised my head to look down at her and could see tears forming in her eyes and I knew for that moment, she was completely mine and I was hers. And I knew I was ruined, I would never feel the same way about another woman as I felt about Violet. I kissed her softly on the lips.
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WRITING COTTAGES: Sundays With Sharon
I’ve yearned for a writing cottage since the first publication of one of my novels in 2011. Just a place to dream, to play my favorite music, a place to take myself away to the fantasy of my stories. I can do that well with an empty house and a good set of headphones with some of my 50 days of music stored on my computer. I once read a writer’s blog about how she set up her writing desk separate from all the rest of her “office activities” as a writer.
“Remain sitting at your table and listen.
You need not even listen, simply wait, just learn to become
quiet, and still, and solitary.
The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked.
It has no choice;
it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
A very necessary part of our routine in life is paying bills. I know some feel it’s a spiritual experience, but for me, the opposite happens. For years I took care of paying all the bills and for the past year, my husband has taken that over, and I’m grateful. Still, there are things I have to take care of, certain bills, reservations, emails and “stuff” of writing that isn’t fun. I don’t include in that sending off SWAG, because I truly enjoy it, and often make it the first or second thing I do in the day. So having a dedicated place for just writing has become more important to me. I blogged about the idea earlier this year. There are places you an rent a cabin for a week or two or a month.
|Whitby Island Writer’s Refuge|
I’ve toyed with using a shed from one of those improvement stores, and we put a deposit down on one. Like most projects around here, it grew to huge proportions as we calculated what it would cost to lay a slab, or build a perimeter foundation, or lay down rock and drainage. The cost of the shed turned out to be the small expense and we abandoned the idea.
An Airstream trailer was my next dream, and I began looking all over the country for some used ones we could refurbish. We thought perhaps getting one that could be towed by my Murano so I could take it to Bodega and Marin beaches for a day of writing would be ideal. New ones were prohibitive, but beautiful. Much more fun getting an older one and fixing it up like the gypsy inside me. But then we stumbled upon the rock wall project in our rear yard, which seemed a better idea for the overall value of our property, and in the design there was no way to put a ramp to
|Heaven on wheels|
the backyard. The alternative of writing in my driveway was not sexy enough. And then the cost of the beautiful walls and concrete patio shot up in price, and the budget fell short. I again pushed the idea aside.
My desire to have a traveling cottage isn’t dead, just on hold until next year. I vow it will be done, even if I have to be helped up into it in a walker or by cane! Some day I’ll have one. Trust me, eventually I get my way. And I’m not complaining. Life is a series of choices and then adaptation to those choices and circumstances beyond our control. That’s where the fun is. I still have the dream, and that’s even more important than having the cottage at this point.
So, for now, I purchased another computer and Thunderbolt Screen, and when I write, I sit at my adjustable desk. I can stand, or sit on the stool. I light my candles, and inspiration does come. I usually have two sleeping Dobermans at my feet, vying for attention, so I have a jar of cookies nearby to reward their loyalty. I don’t pay bills or even do anything email-wise or business-wise on that computer. I don’t even write these blogs there. It was expensive to do this, but ever since, I have found it to be liberating. I’ve written poetry here. Sometimes I do a little research for my stories, but everything I do is related to a current book I’m working on.
And like all of you, I’m still waiting for my Happily Ever After. But this is my Happily Ever After, for now. Doesn’t it make the goal, once achieved, that much more delicious?
Navy SEALs – What’s Not To Love? SUNDAYS WITH SHARON
|Coming to print/Audible/iTunes soon|
Navy SEALs. As readers, we can’t live without them. Like pirates of the High Seas and heroes of the Wild West, Navy SEAL heroes are big, big business in romance today. Mystery and suspense writers are having Navy SEAL and former SEAL characters show up in books. Paranormal writers have been adding SEALs to their menu of colorful characters. They are indeed the stuff of legends.
I’m not a purist, and I certainly take great liberties with non-fiction stories I’ve read, people I’ve interviewed and conversations I’ve overheard. I would hope that no one takes any fiction writer’s words as gospel because the knowledge of the community is all over the lot when it comes to military romance. Some complain about the lack of “getting it right.” I say a story is a story. We get ideas when we go to movies, but does anyone really believe the plots we view on the big screen are real? Even plausible?
Afterall, life is a story. It’s all made up, anyway. We’re all here acting out our little drama for this brief time on this planet. If we were all seeking pure truth, we’d still be arguing about how many angels could fit on the head of a pin and still we wouldn’t have the answer.
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Good stories are just that, good stories. A kernel of truth, some mixture of angst, lust, love, desire to become better, more whole, loved more, respected, rooting out bad guys and seeking the elusive Happily Ever After – all these things make up for a good story. When we suspend disbelief, when we believe in things greater than ourselves, we say a book or a story inspires us. As writers, we all want to write that book that makes someone stay up all night long finishing. Grabs hold of you and never lets go.
When I first wrote my Navy SEALs back in 2011, there weren’t a lot of other writers doing it. Now it seems like everyone is, and I say all the better. My first book faire was miserable. I sat and asked if people liked reading military romance and readers looked at me like I was nuts. Like the words military and romance didn’t belong together. I even had a lady ask me, “What’s so romantic about war?”
Heck, today we have zombie, ghost and caribou shapeshifter romance. I can remember when the critics used to argue with how much action and how much sex a military romantic suspense novel should have. Say what? That’s like the judge who marked me down for having a female guardian angel, “because everyone knows guardian angels are all male.” Apparently her antennae was not as bent as mine is and she got the straight scoop.
Well, I’m completing my 11th Navy SEAL book as you read this. And someone in advertising said no series should go beyond five or six. Meanwhile, I’m disobeying some law of fictioncraft (happily, I might add) and don’t see an end to this series on the horizon.
I’ve attached some new covers of things you’ll see coming soon, most of them will be completed before the end of the year and some of them on preorder or better.
I can honestly say to you dear friends, that I am not chasing the trend. I prefer to think I helped start it. The sound you’re hearing is a big old pat on my back. But now I have to get back to my computer. After all, we are only as good as our latest book.
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The last few weeks have proven to be difficult for Indie authors on Amazon due to a number of policy changes, not the least of which has to do with book reviews. Two months ago, many reviews were deemed invalid and were removed from the Amazon site which caused an uproar among a segment of Indie authors.
Some reviews removed were “paid for” reviews while others were “review for review swap” reviews. Some were “doxing” reviews (in other words, the sole intent was to sink the author’s book before got a toehold in the market) and some were “toxic” reviews (in other words, the sole intent was to use the review format to personally attack the author).
But then there came to light another kind of review removal and that was the removal of reviews by those Amazon considered to be a friend of the author regardless of whether the…
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