Wednesday, January 8, 2014

IWSG-Starting Over


The purpose of IWSG is to go forth encouraging and supporting each other in our writing journeys. We post the first Wednesday of each month. Whether you would like to support or you have your own insecurities in this large writing world, we would love to have you come on board. Please go here and sign up.

 My insecurity this month is starting over. Yes, back at the beginning of writing a new book. All the seeds of doubt are there. Not as strong as with the first book I wrote, but still present. You wouldn't think that after writing four stories, the doubt would linger.

All the same questions: Can I actually make a story out of this? Will it sustain itself throughout the entire process? Will others like it? Will my publisher like it? What if no one does?

All the same hair-pulling questions. I force myself to tune them out. But, lo and behold, a couple pages later and they creep back up for me to pound them down back into their rightful place.

And as if I couldn't possibly complicate it more, I go and decide to write a series. Am I crazy???

Maybe I am, but I love to write so much more than allowing those seeds of doubt to overcome me.

How about you? With each book you begin, does the same nagging questions pop up?

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Dilys J. Carnie: Dancing With Temptation




     Please welcome Dilys J. Carnie and Dancing with Temptation.



    Her trust in men is sorely blighted by past experience.
    But when Bronwyn and Jessie meet, the chemistry between them is electrifying. The barriers come up and she refuses to acknowledge any kind of relationship between them.
    He can’t understand what’s holding her back.
    Jesse is confused by her resistance, yet he knows she is attracted to him. When an old boyfriend turns up determined to hurt her he fights to give their love the chance it deserves.


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    Dilys has generously provided an excerpt:

    She knew he was going to kiss her, making every coherent thought vanish from her mind. She didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything except those sexy lips coming toward hers. When they reached hers it was like a whisper, just the smallest touch feathering on her lips. Pulling away from him his warm breath caressed her skin and his unguarded gaze sent a shiver down her spine.
    Bronwyn’s heart did a cataclysmic shift as she stood on tiptoes grasping his soft leather jacket as he returned his lips to hers with a passion not denied by either of them. His hand cupped the back of her neck as his fingers threaded through her short hair.
    His lips made small firm strokes setting her skin on fire. She leaned in wanting to feel more. His other hand massaged the small of her back pulling her even closer. His hands moved, she sighed when he reached for her waist lifting her so they were together, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip.
    The tight pressure of his hands as he gripped her excited her, then he maneuvered her body against his. She could feel his arousal causing her to elicit a little mew of pleasure. The impact was…pleasurable
    she’d completely forgotten where she was letting her body move against his. She opened her mouth even more to his tongue, hot and wet as it tantalized hers. It felt amazing, like a duel of pleasure.
    She tasted the rawness, the magnetism was powerful enough to completely clear her mind of all the reasons why this was wrong. The tightening of her breasts made her shiver as her nipples tingled. She
    absorbed the pure maleness of him with all of her senses gripping the hair at his neck with her fingers as an unexpected hot wave of pleasure hit her like a wave of molten lava.
    “Can you feel it?” he breathed into her mouth. “Can you?” His voice throbbed against her lips.
    She moaned against his mouth as chaotic sensations cascaded down her body to the tips of her toes. Her body tingled with the expectations she didn’t understand.
    Her fingers gripped his shoulders. His lean warm hands created a path of intense heat as they slid beneath the hem of her dress. The surprised roughness of his skin came into contact with her lacy black
    stockings, his groan was deep as his fingertips tentatively touched the bare skin at the top of her thighs. His deep growl permeated the air and a warning bell imbued on her senses.
    Hell fire, didn’t she ever learn her lesson…what was she doing?
    With those thoughts she pushed him away only to realize her feet were not touching the ground, he was leaning against the car holding her up.
    “Put me down.” Her voice was a whisper; the truth was she was out of breath leaving her voice cracked. “Now.”
    Her heart was racing; the thumping reverberated in her ears. She was shocked by her behavior; the ferocity of the passion between them was frightening. He put her down allowing her to step away. He didn’t say a word as he watched her through narrowed eyes. His chest was heaving but she ignored the movement.
    She was having enough problems breathing herself.
    God what kind of a kiss was that?
    It had been earth shattering; however, she had been more than willing to accept the way it had been given. But it could only lead to one conclusion and she didn’t do one night stands. He was a fantastic kisser which could only mean he’d had plenty of experience. Her passion turned to anger at the way she had betrayed herself her dignity was in tatters.
    Would she never learn her lesson?
    “Goodnight,” she muttered before opening the gate slamming it shut behind her as she searched in her purse for her key. Putting it in the lock she looked back. He was where she had left him, leaning on the
    car, his feet spread wide apart his arms folded across his chest. In the lamplight she could see him smile, giving her a casual wave before he put his hand into his jacket pocket. Agitated she opened the door
    and without another look closed it behind her. Dropping her purse on the floor she went to sit in the rocking chair toeing off her shoes, bringing her legs to curl beneath her.
    Oh boy, big mistake, humongous!


    About Dilys J. Carnie:

    As a young child I loved to write. I always carried a notebook and pen around with me and wrote about everything. It was a dream to become a published author. However sometimes in life our dreams get pushed to one side as mine did. So, dare I say at the young age of fifty I think it is time for me to see if those dreams are everything I hoped they would be…and hey it’s never too late to go and grab that dream!
    I have been through many major changes in my working life ranging from a Diana nurse, running my own skin care business, helping with the family run bus company and even hairdressing but my heart as always belonged to putting words on paper and making them come to life.
    Recently I managed to get in contact with my best friend from Scotland who I hadn’t seen for over forty years. She lives in America and every year without fail I make the trip over to North Carolina and visit with her and her gorgeous family. This is where I have gained a lot of inspiration for many of my stories. I am lucky that my mum and two sisters live close by and I can say that we are all best friends. I lost my dad four years ago and if it wasn’t for the story I wrote after his death where I came second in a competition I probably wouldn’t have started writing with a view to publication.
    I am living my lifelong dream of becoming an author something which I never imagined happening. If I had to give any advice to an un-published author it would be ‘Never give up the dream’ because I never did…




    You can find Dilys:  Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

    Sunday, January 5, 2014

    Sexy Snippets

    It's Sunday. And what does that mean? Yes, it's time for Sexy Snippets! What's that you ask? Every Sunday, some of us girls post up 7 sentences (and at times quite steamy) either from one of our published works or from a WIP we're currently working on. To sign up or to check out other great snippets, click here. 

    Last week in the snippet from The Wishing Wreath (All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate), Antoine told Vivian he would follow her around the world until she gave in. And she would never ask him to give up his homeland for her. She tells him she wants to stay on the island. Let's find out what happens next ...

    He gathered her as close as he could within the car's confines and looked into her eyes. "And have babies?"

    "Lots of them," she smiled through the tears.

    "We can begin practicing immediately."

    She arched a brow. "We're not going to have a proper courtship, are we?"

    "You can bet not."

    Sunday, December 29, 2013

    Sexy Snippets

    It's Sunday. And what does that mean? Yes, it's time for Sexy Snippets! What's that you ask? Every Sunday, some of us girls post up 7 sentences (and at times quite steamy) either from one of our published works or from a WIP we're currently working on. To sign up or to check out other great snippets, click here. 

    My seven is from All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate (The Wishing Wreath).

     And in that moment, as if some magical wand had been waved over them, she simply knew she couldn't leave. Could it have been the wreath? She choked out, "Do you really love me?"

    He sighed, "Of course. If you leave, I swear I'll give up my crown and chase you to the ends of the earth, begging and pleading until you'll finally have me."

    Vivian couldn't believe her ears. "You would give up your kingdom?"

    Stay tuned for next week......

    Wednesday, December 11, 2013

    Caridad Pinerio: Her new release, Born To Love and a Giveaway!!



    I am pleased to have Paranormal Romantic Suspense author Caridad Pineiro here with her new release, Born To Love. And I have to say this one sounds like a winner to me. During her tour, she is giving away a $25 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card along with a Vampire Reborn T-Shirt. So be sure to enter after reading all about Born To Love.

    Here are the buy links: 


    Fated to survive…
    FBI agent David Harris’s life nearly came to an end during a botched raid. Though he survived, his body and spirit were broken by the perilous underworld he believes his estranged partner, Diana Reyes, has embraced with her Vampire husband. Now, left to a life in a wheelchair, David is angry, distrustful, and withdrawn…
    Meant to love…
    Seeing her former lover, David, again rekindles feelings long forgotten for Maggie Gonzalez. But she’s been thrown into a terrifying future as a werewolf, threatening to destroy what they might have again.
    Destined to die…
    Diana Reyes has lived on the edge since her blood contamination by Vampire Ryder Latimer. Her unexpected pregnancy is putting a huge strain on her body, but she’ll do anything to help right the wrongs of the past and help her former partner find happiness…even if it’s in the arms of a werewolf.



    Here is an excerpt:

    The Big Day
    Manhattan, New York
    FBI Agent Diana Reyes had faced down serial killers, terrorists, and drug-crazed vampires, but nothing scared her as much as what she was about to do.

    She was getting married.

    To a vampire.

    And she was pregnant.

    She didn’t know which of the three worried her the most.

    Each presented its own problems. Each was scarier than virtually anything she had ever encountered. All those other things could only kill her…and almost had at one time or another.

    But these three could break her heart, and that was a much more enduring pain to live with.

    Briefly, she considered turning away from the French doors leading onto the penthouse balcony where the wedding ceremony was about to take place. The balcony was as long as the city block and about a quarter as wide with plenty of room for the three dozen or so chairs filled with friends and family waiting for her to begin her walk to meet the love of her life.

    Ryder.

    She gave a heartfelt sigh and peered past the rows to search for her future husband.

    He stood near the far wall of the balcony, lethally handsome. The black of his tuxedo emphasized his dark hair and eyes—fathomless eyes filled with both love and guilt. The fabric was perfectly fitted, accenting broad shoulders she’d leaned on more than once.

    He was so many things to her. Lover. Friend. Soon her husband…and that thought filled her heart with emotion so strong, it nearly stole her breath.

    Just behind Ryder stood an arch decorated with flowers in pale shades of blue, lavender, and white. They matched the heavy, fragrant bouquet in her hands and the bunches of flowers at the end of each makeshift row of chairs. At a far corner of the balcony, a chamber music quartet played softly.

    Ryder had spared no expense to make this day special for her. Even now, a crew of caterers was at work in the kitchen, preparing an array of dishes for the reception right after their nuptials.

    Diana placed a hand over her midsection as her stomach knotted at the thought of eating and threatened to revolt. In the month since discovering she was pregnant, her bouts of nausea had abated only slightly. She’d hoped they would hold off on such a special night so she wouldn’t embarrass herself.

    “Cold feet?” her brother Sebastian asked at her hesitation, and reassuringly squeezed the arm she had tucked through his for her impending walk down the aisle.

    “Maybe,” she forced out past the giant lump in her throat. She shot a cautious look at her brother and found him smiling indulgently.

    “Even though I’ve had my doubts at times, Di, I know this is the right thing for you to do.”

    “Maybe you should be the one walking down the aisle to get married,” she said. Then she chuckled and added, “You’re right. I’m just being stupid.”

    Sebastian chucked her under the chin and grinned. “Never stupid, Sis. It’s just typical bridal nerves.”

    Sure, because your average bride was pregnant with a vampire’s baby and about to marry him. Totally typical.

    Before she could reply, he continued, “Besides, if I have to shave, get a haircut, and endure this monkey suit, the least you can do is go through with it.” He raised his hand to signal the string quartet that they were ready.
    The head musician wound down the piece they were playing, and the lush and melodic strains of Pachelbel’s Canon swelled into the night air, inviting her to action. But it wasn’t until her gaze connected with Ryder’s across the distance that she boldly took the first step.

    And finally admitted that, as scary as it all was, she wanted to be Ryder’s wife and have his baby.


    About Cairdad:
     New York Times and USA Today bestselling paranormal and romantic suspense author Caridad Pineiro wrote her first novel in the fifth grade when her teacher assigned a project – to write a book for a class lending library. Bitten by the writing bug, Caridad continued with her passion for the written word through high school, college and law school. In 1999, Caridad’s first novel was released and over a decade later, Caridad is the author of almost forty published novels and novellas. When not writing, Caridad is an attorney, wife and mother to an aspiring writer and fashionista.

    Where you can find Caridad:

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    Sunday, December 1, 2013

    Sexy Snippet Sunday

    It's Sunday. And what does that mean? Yes, it's time for Sexy Snippets! What's that you ask? Every Sunday, some of us girls post up 7 sentences (and at times quite steamy) either from one of our published works or from a WIP we're currently working on. To sign up or to check out other great snippets, click here.


    This time I'm using my 7 from my Christmas short, The Wishing Wreath, a part of Soul Mate Publishing's Anthology All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate.


         He tightened his hold on her, drawing her even closer.
    His dazzling eyes bore through her soul. She shuddered as a chill climbed her spine, spreading across her bare shoulders. She wasn’t scared of him. Quite the opposite. A part of her wanted to forget his lie, and instead longed for him to whisk her to the barn, pin her down with his naked body, and let him have his way. If only he had been truthful from the beginning . . .
     
    This year’s delightful collection of Christmas short stories features a multitude of romantic genres all with one common theme: during the holiday season, nothing’s better than spending it with the one you love.

    Twenty talented Soul Mate authors have put together an anthology that’s sure to please any reader who enjoys their romance with a splash of Christmas cheer:
    A time-traveling Highlander brings comfort and joy to a young woman grieving her lost family . . .
    Best friends, both widowed, suddenly see each other through new eyes during a snowed-in Christmas Eve;
    A royal prince and a commoner fall in love despite their differences and a handful of untruths, thanks to a wreath that grants wishes . . .
    An alien race understands the simple reward of giving, when their human captive does not . . .
    Young lovers planning a Christmas wedding find their promise to each other is put to the ultimate test . . .
    A ghostly groom refuses to stay away from the woman he loves . . .
    For two modern believers, a magical, mystical visit to Bethlehem on the night of the Christ Child’s birth is both a joy and a responsibility . . .
    And many more heartwarming, romantic stories celebrating ‘The Season To Be Jolly.’ 


    All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate is available at Amazon $2.99
     

    Friday, November 29, 2013

    Secrets of Jenkins Bridge on Sale!!

    I hope everyone's Thanksgiving was as wonderful and belly stuffed as mine was. Despite our attempt at buying a smaller turkey this year, we still have leftovers. Which isn't a bad thing. It's just enough to make a great turkey soup out of it. The plus is we won't be eating Turkey nearly until Christmas. On the flip side, we have enough pie to get us through the weekend. Again, great because it's yummy but not good for me while I'm losing weight. I guess I will just have to work out twice as hard next week.

    For Black Friday and really the entire weekend: if you haven't bought my romantic suspense, Secrets of Jenkins Bridge, now is a great time to snag it. Starting today and going through Sunday, it is only 99 cents. That is $4.00 OFF. 80% OFF retail price!!
     

    If you haven't already signed up for my newsletter, please do. I have a lot going on this coming year that I'm excited about and will be filling my monthly newsletters with the news. If you are already subscribed, I know I haven't sent one out these last couple of months due to holidays and time constraints. Even though those won't go away anytime soon, I have made sure to set time aside to begin sending out my newsletters at the first of every month from now on. December will have glimpses of the year coming up along with a couple of polls I'm hoping you will participate in.

    Also, I've added a new page here at Real World on Writing. It's titled Donna's Street Team and it's exactly what the title implies. I'm looking for anyone interested in joining my street team. All the information is on the page here.

    And now that it's officially the Christmas season, here's a little excerpt from my Christmas short, The Wishing Wreath, which you can find in Soul Mate Publishing's Anthology All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate on Amazon:

    “Why so gloomy all of a sudden? Just a moment ago I saw you blush when our eyes met.” Antoine had suddenly moved to her side and his hand slid down her arm to take hers. Tingling shock waves tickled their way up her arm. Raising it to his lips, he gently kissed the back, while that devilish grin displayed tauntingly across his face.
    Vivian curtsied following tradition when in royalties’ company. He didn’t seem to appreciate her action because he jerked her back up. Not hard enough for others to take notice, but she certainly did. Her breathing hitched.
    He moved to her ear whispering, “Don’t begin treating me like royalty now, or I may have to bend you over my knee later and punish you . . . thoroughly.”
    Yanking her arm free, she pointed a finger at him. “Number one, don’t tell me what to do. I don’t care if you are a Prince. Number two, you couldn’t handle my naughty side.” She curtsied again on shaky legs, and then moved a couple steps back. She hoped he wouldn’t call her bluff, as she’d never done anything naughty. Her heart slammed against her ribs, ready to explode.
    The wicked sexiness remained. His eyes sparkled at the challenge. “Ms. Rose, it would be an honor if you would have this dance with me.” His deep, rich voice carried across much of the hall, causing ladies’ heads to turn in their direction. Mumbling began from a group of ladies glaring at her. One in particular shot imaginary daggers in Vivian’s direction. If looks could kill—
    She’d like nothing better than to take this man, this delicious specimen . . .
    Stop it already!
    She stepped toward him and offered her hand. With a wide smile, she responded, “It would be my pleasure.”
    The ladies’ envy-filled sneers caused Vivian a little happiness, never having been in the spotlight before. And the one with daggers in her eyes, a porcelain blonde, mouthed something while pointing at her.
    Antoine took hold of her hand, pulling her close. He spun her around and lowered his voice. “You are quite the vixen. And you smell heavenly.”
    So do you. “Keep sniffing, Prince Beliveau. Because this will be the last time you’ll be this close. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
    Antoine eased back. “Don’t count on it, my sweetness.” He tightened his hold on her, drawing her even closer.
    His dazzling eyes bore through her soul. She shuddered as a chill climbed her spine, spreading across her bare shoulders. She wasn’t scared of him. Quite the opposite. A part of her wanted to forget his lie, and instead longed for him to whisk her to the barn, pin her down with his naked body, and let him have his way. If only he had been truthful from the beginning . . .