My dear friend, author Stacey Espino

has an upcoming release. Stacey’s generous help has been invaluable to me - her experience with publishing and formatting makes my job a piece of cake. In addition to writing her buns off and assisting and advising other authors, she’s a wife and busy mother. She goes the extra mile for everyone. So, without further ado, here is Stacey’s newest book:

Jane’s just inherited her late uncle’s estate. But there’s a catch. She has to ride along in a two-week-long cattle drive or she’ll forfeit the ranch and money. The city girl doesn’t have a clue where to start, so she advertises for three cowboys to assist her.

Chase, Brad and Dawson are hired to drive five thousand head of cattle across the prairies of Alberta. They expect their boss to be some spoiled rich boy looking for adventure, not a stunning woman with legs to die for. She’s unlike any cowgirl—complaining, cursing, and driving them nuts with her forked tongue. It’ll take some tying up and rough cowboy handling to teach the little siren how to behave.

Corralling the City Girl will be available here October 6th. 10% off through October 13th!

Maybe it’s because I’m sleep-deprived

in a major way, but I’m in a rotten mood. What’s bothering me? Well, many things.

First and foremost, my neighbors are so bloody extreme in their hatred of all living things they insist I trim my lovely lemon tree so that it won’t hang over the property line. Thus my gorgeous lemon tree stands fifteen feet high and is flat on one side.

Second, I’m sick unto death of social media, specifically Facebook. Yes, I’m supposed to have a Facebook account as part of my author platform and author outreach. But I have only so much free time in my day and I’d like to do other things besides check and delete a shitload of messages from Facebook. Plus I don’t have the time to work on their new format and restructure my page and preferences. You know, I suppose I can make the time but that means I’ll spend less time on my WIP, or baking cookies, or getting some much needed exercise - as time is in short supply lately. Time is a valuable commodity. When it’s gone, honey, it’s way gone.

Here’s how I judge the worth of a thing…I picture myself on my deathbed and I ask - “When I’m on my deathbed - if I’m conscious - what will I regret?”

This is how I decided, good little Jew that I am, to have a Christmas tree. I’d always resisted because Jews don’t have Christmas trees (or Volkswagons) and then one day I asked myself, “When I’m on my death bed, will I be congratulating myself for not having a Christmas tree?” The answer came to me in a flash. “Hell no.” I’ll say to myself, “I shoulda had a Christmas tree.”

Since that Christmas, we’ve had a Christmas tree and I’ve never looked back. Why should Jews sit in dark homes during the darkest, bleakest time of year? Besides, it’s not Yeshua’s (aka Jesus) birthday. Co-opting December 24-25 from the pagans was a brilliant means of spreading Christianity and burying the old gods the same way Christian churches and cathedrals were built over preexisting, and very ancient, holy sites. To be fair, I also have a lovely menorah collection.

So, today, while watering the lavender garden and dodging a thousand honeybees, wondering if they’d sting me thereby forcing me to use my Epi-pen because of my deathly bee sting allergy, I realized that if I left Facebook, nobody would miss me. Facebook would be just fine with one less face. And my life would be simpler.

Here’s what I need to let go of - ye olde, “But what if I miss something important?” Well, guess if I do, somebody will let me know via email or even Twitter, probably my sister as she has 2.5 million friends on Facebook and if a fisherman living in the marshes of Bangladesh stubs his toe, she knows about it and spreads the word posthaste.

Let go, Julia…let go….

How Far Can You Go?

Some of us recently participated in an interesting discussion of ‘graphic’. How graphic is too graphic? One author responded so eloquently that I asked her to be my guest and elaborate on her point of view.

Please welcome author bestselling author, Amanda Ashley.

In a recent discussion on one of the author loops, the question was posed ~ how graphic is too graphic?

At the time, I said that, in my opinion, I thought less was more, and that it applied to everything. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to read graphic descriptions of murder or torture or rape. I’m reading to escape reality, not have the ugliness and evil of the real world spelled out for me in vivid, gory detail.

I don’t want to read a lot of profanity and swearing and curse words on every page. I know a lot of authors claim to do this because it adds to the “reality” of the scene, but honestly, did you ever finish a book you loved and find yourself raving about the profanity and how many times the author used the “F” word?

Have you noticed you hardly ever read any other cuss words these days? Everything is “f” this and “f” that. Personally, I hate that word and just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I read a book by a really well-known author who used a word that is even worse, one that I never thought to see in print, especially in a book written by a woman. I no longer buy her books.

I feel the same way about love scenes. I want high emotion and feelings and sensuality, but I don’t want graphic descriptions of who’s doing what to who. I don’t want to read it, and I don’t want to write it. I’ve made love, I know how it’s done. I want to experience the wonder of it, the newness, the excitement, not the ABCs.

In my own books, I’m always aware that I have girls as young as 12 and 13 reading my stories.. If they don’t know how it’s done, I certainly don’t want to teach them!

Again, I know there are authors who aren’t bothered by this because they say they’re writing for adults, and that’s fine, for them. But not for me.

Given the “anything goes” nature of books these days, and the fact that editors seem willing to go along with that, I guess it’s no wonder that I find it harder and harder to find a book I want to read, and why I’ve stopped buying several authors that used to be “auto-buys” for me.

I’ve been a published author for over 20 years and in my opinion, the times they are a’changin’ not only in books, but movies. And not for the better.

Thank you so much, Amanda. My husband asked me tonight, after reading an especially graphic blurb for a supposed erotic romance, “How low can you go? This is depraved.” Not much shocks him…this did.

I can write hot and I can cuss like a truck driver. Occasionally one of my characters has a potty mouth too, but whatever I write is story driven first and foremost. Context is everything. Sex taken out of context is meaningless.

Click here for Amanda’s Website.

Bound by Night
in stores now
Bound by Blood
September 27th

Dear Writers and Hopeful Writers:

 

 

 

 

Watch your spelling and your homonyms. And maybe your synonyms too.

Homonym: Words that sound alike but are spelled differently. (Actually homophones - too, two, to) Or words that are spelled alike but have different meanings, such as bear and bear or quail and quail.

Words commonly misused, and I figure you can look up the definitions:

accept and except

affect and effect

their and there and they’re

capital and capitol

new and knew

bear and bear and bare

too and two and to

Words I see misspelled all the time:

separate and separately

different

definite and definitely

oriented (unfortunately orientated is now accepted, but I wish it was excepted.)

The best part.

Oh crap, what is the best part? I got nuthin’. To be honest, I’ve been writing so much today I have no space left in my brain. I feel like River Tam on Firefly.

Let’s see - we had some rain. I like it! I’m sure the vintners are hating it - height of crush.

New twitter followers. Happy! Smiley face! :)

Disliking Facebook more and more and more.

Good family news and bad family news, now waiting for the third piece of news because you know these things come in threes.

So what is the best part of what? Writing books? Creating something out of nothing. Shaping words on a page that reflect my thoughts. Doing what I wanted to do way back when I still had dreams of writing.

Meeting amazing authors and artists. Making great friends.

Oh! Oh! New discoveries - musicians - The Joy Formidable - great band from Wales. How I love them! And Gin Wigmore. I was a big Amy Winehouse fan. Listening to Gin makes me feel better.