Archive for April, 2010

Which do you prefer? Stories that stand alone or a series?

April 30, 2010 - 7:39 am 16 Comments

Or do you like both?

I have a four-book futuristic series coming out this summer - in July and August - Daughters of Persephone. Books one and two will be released together and then books three and four. I have to admit, the series nearly wrote itself - it was so fun to write these stories involving one specific line of genetically enhanced women. The results sort of blew me away, as did the cover. This is my first series and I did leave room for a couple other books. I have several more sci fi series planned - so many plans, so few hours in the day!

As a reader, on the other hand, I hesitate to involve myself in a series because I’m afraid of being disappointed. Sometimes I think a series goes on too long - past the point of exhaustion. It can be a bit of a crap shoot.

There are a few series that I’ve enjoyed. Even if I haven’t liked every single book, I’ve stuck by the author because I like the characters and hate to leave them behind. Because of Sookie and Eric and Pam and Bill, as long as Ms. Harris writes ‘em, I’ll read ‘em. Her books are always entertaining.

George R.R. Martin - A Song of Fire and Ice - oh baby - gimme my next 5000 page installment!

Tad Williams - The Dragonbone Chair series. Yummy fantasy.

The Chronicles of the Warlands, Warprize, Warsworn and Warlord, by Elizabeth Vaughan - listed as paranormal romance but much more fantasy. Great stuff!

Kilgannon and it’s sequel, The Wild Rose of Kilgannon, by Kathleen Givens is a good historical romance with a strong heroine, my favorite kind!

Linda Howard’s MacKenzies - not perfect, but I love the family so their stories are in my permanent collection. Of course, if you read Kill and Tell, you can go on to read All the Queen’s Men and follow John Medina, one of the secondary characters in Kill and Tell.

I enjoyed Angela Knight’s Jane’s Warlord, Warrior and Guardian, all interrelated.

I stuck with J.R. Ward through Lover Revealed. She lost me after that, just like KMM lost me with her Darkfever series and I did try to like it, I swear I did. I tried my best.

While I slogged through every subsequent book written by Diana Gabaldon, Outlander is the only book I loved. Nonetheless, I have to admit that Jamie Fraser was, is, and always will be my ideal romance hero.

I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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The Elementary Particles, by Michel Houellebeco

April 29, 2010 - 11:55 am No Comments

Published in the France in 1998, the book was released with the title Atomised in the UK, The Elementary Particles in the U.S. Considered controversial and pornographic, which it is indeed, the book did win the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award for both the writer and translator. I was warned to gird my loins before reading - no need. I’ve read worse. As perverse and obscene as the story is, there is always a reason. Yes, some events in the story repel me but others suck me in with their insane beauty while still others break my heart. The author, Michel Houellebeco, has that rare and uncanny gift every writer wishes for, he can capture a character’s entire inner world in a simple, unpretentious sentence. In a weird way, he reminds me a bit of Cormac McCarthy. He possesses the same talent - the ability to transmit a character’s essence in a single sentence.

My next TBR book? Can’t wait! Under Heaven, by Guy Gavriel Kay. He’s one of my favorite fantasy authors.

In other news…working hard on my new post-apocalyptic full-length work of science fiction. So far so good! I’m off to Seattle on Sunday for one day, then to Montana for three days. Stuff to do!

Tomorrow’s post…maybe! Puttin’ on yer weinnie shoes!

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NPR’s Terry Gross interviews Ken Auletta about the future of ebooks.

April 27, 2010 - 7:57 pm 9 Comments

This transcript makes for interesting reading

but nothing those of us in the epub world haven’t already thought about and discussed.

http://www.npr.org/templates/transcript/transcript.php?storyId=126196977

For me, probably the most significant segment of the interview is when Mr. Auletta discusses Amazon’s 80% market share and then goes on to talk about the arrangement publishing houses made with Steve Jobs before the release of the iPad, to allow them to set what’s called an agency model - essentially allowing them to set the price points - which are higher than Amazon’s. Here’s a quote from Mr. Auletta:

“Steve Jobs will go along with that for at least one year, and obviously there’s a question whether he will continue beyond a year at that pricing. But that pricing is going to be, instead of $9.99 as Amazon was doing, it’s going to range between 12 and $15, let’s say.

And what happened is that Amazon did not want to go along, but five of the six major publishers, who publish 60 percent of all the hardcover books, squeezed Amazon, and with the backing of Apple, and with the coming backing of Google Google said that they would go along with the so-called agency model as well Amazon was forced to surrender and agree to that as well.”

My opinion? Consumers of ebooks will be unwilling to pay that higher price. I suspect higher prices will encourage pirate sites and file sharing…not in anyone’s best interest. I also suspect the inflated prices will go by the wayside in a year or so.

***Interesting stuff: Rebecca over at her site, Dirty Sexy Books, responded to requests to follow up her posts regarding what authors do wrong on their websites by writing a funny, insightful post about what book bloggers do wrong on their websites! This makes for very entertaining reading! Rebecca and the hilarious ladies over at Smokin’ Hot Books have become my go-to sites when it comes to new books, old books and what’s going on around the blogosphere. Why? Because these women are funny, responsive and informative. They come across as regular human beings who love to read, and their sites are easy on the eyes.

http://www.dirtysexybooks.com/Dirty_Sexy_Books/Home/Entries/2010/4/27_The_Good%2C_The_Bad%2C_The_Ugly__A_Discussion_of_the_Best_and_Worst_Things_We_Bloggers_Do.html

http://smokinhotbooks.com/blog/

***The Romantic Times Convention starts tomorrow in Ohio. Quite a few authors I know will be there. Hopefully they will have loads of fun and if they have specific goals…success! I’ll be attending next year when the convention is in L.A. Waaaay closer than Ohio!

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Night Owl Reviews - A Reviewer Top Pick!

April 26, 2010 - 8:35 pm 6 Comments

Beauty and the Feast, by Julia Rachel Barrett

Genre(s): Contemporary, Romance

Night Owl Top Pick
Eva is a caterer and Napa Valley chef, as well as the only daughter in a family of five children. One evening Eva is hired by Gabriel Abbot to cook dinner for himself and his gal. This dinner sets off a chain of events that leads to Eva cooking more dinners for him and a big attraction between them. When Eva gets in a motorcycle wreck Gabriel is there for her.Beauty and the Feast was a fun read with a wonderful plot. The romance was sizzling and the food descriptions tantalizing. I enjoyed the progression of Gabriel and Eva’s relationship. The characters were a bit original, yet also very relatable. This is a feel good story that will leave you warm and comfy.

Thanks!

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Good Gawd - my computer is haunted!

April 26, 2010 - 12:53 am 8 Comments

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTxIoAuVcsc

This was not my original post. My original post kept disappearing…like magic! But you can have fun with the video anyway!

Buzzing Undies Make Shopper Faint

“A woman collapsed in a supermarket when her vibrating panties made her faint with pleasure. The kinky 33-year old housewife was wearing a pair of battery-operated Passion Pants, bought from a sex shop, while she did her shopping, according to the British tabloid, The Sun.

“But she got so stimulated by the 6 cm vibrating bullet in the panties that she lost consciousness. She fell and hit her head in the crowded supermarket in Swansea, Wales. When paramedics arrived, they found her black leather knickers still buzzing. They took them off before an ambulance took her to hospital.

“The woman, whose identity has been kept private, suffered no long-lasting ill effects. As she left the hospital, a paramedic gave her back the Passion Pants in a plastic bag.

“A spokesman for the Asda supermarket chain told The Sun: “We like to think shopping with us is exciting enough already.”

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Erotic or not erotic? You decide while I go flush my eyes with clorox!

April 25, 2010 - 12:41 pm 2 Comments

Not Cool. You know how sometimes you’re poking about sites - nothing too outlandish or out of the ordinary, just doing your routine innocent blog search so you can see what your friends and your favorite bloggers are up to, and out of the blue, something unexpected and heinous pops up…

OMFG. There are occasions when you taste something so vile, so nasty you feel like you need to run home and brush your teeth, twenty times. It’s kind of like that, only worse. My brain needs a good scrubbing!

There are some things that are definitely erotic, some things that may be erotic under the right circumstances, and some things that can never be considered erotic in a million years. I saw a photo of one of those things today. Christ! I think the image has been burned into my retinas for all eternity! And no, it’s not what you think. Children and death are not involved. It’s somebody’s idea of erotic and man-oh-man…it is just so wrong on so many levels.

It’s hard enough being a romance writer and trying to explain to people what romance is and why it is not porn! I just spent three days with my husband’s family - finally told them what I do - and I had to endure three days of nonstop teasing about being a pornographer! I DON’T WRITE PORN, damn it! Then today I look at this classy romance site and my mouth dropped open.

No, I’m not going to tell you which site and yes, I’ve deleted it from my links and my computer’s history. Now I’m going to take a shower.

Romance writers - What sets you off? How much is too much?

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Hey Dude, Grow a Penis!

April 23, 2010 - 9:35 pm No Comments

This is what happens when I don’t have an upcoming release…

you get to listen to me ramble…

When we were down in L.A., driving on a four-lane roadway, not a freeway, this guy in a lamborghini pulled up next to us and revved his engine. When the light turned green, he took off with a deafening roar for all of fifty yards before he had to slam on the brakes at another red light. My husband’s words - “Geez! Grow a penis, dude!“ I agree. We were driving our new Honda Civic Hybrid and I know from personal experience what kind of junk is under the hood…um…nice…big…environmentally friendly…junk. I’m not impressed by a guy and his muscle car. Kids, if you’re reading this…I’ll pay for your therapy, scout’s honor.

So the weekend was fun - my husband and his two brothers and his nephew and his five cousins - all guys because I gave birth to the only girls in the family - talked about the implications of hand size, foot size, and sports. We played Oh Shit, a great card game, while debating whether or not to play Spoons - which we decided to forgo because of the way the game inevitably deteriorates into a violent free-for-all and I’m always the one to get mauled.

One of my husband’s cousins recommended a couple books - got the first one - The Elementary Particles, by Michel Houellebeco. The cousin described it as a perverse book about a man born covered with clitoral tissue. Sound interesting? He told me not to hold it against him if I hate it. I don’t hate it…I like it!

“This is the story of two half-brothers abandoned by a mother who gave herself fully to the drugged-out free-love world of the sixties. Bruno, overweight and a failure at everything, is himself a raucously promiscuous hedonist, while Michel, his younger brother, is an emotionally dead molecular biologist wholly immersed in the solitude of his work. Each is ultimately offered a final chance at genuine love, and what unfolds is an endlessly unpredictable and provocative tale that speaks to the possible redemption of the human condition.”

My husband’s cousin also recommended Herland, a utopian novel written in 1915 by a woman, Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Ordered! Can’t wait!

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Welcome my friend, author Fran Lee!

April 22, 2010 - 10:24 pm 7 Comments

Thanks for inviting me over to your place, Julia! I love reading your blog. Now I get to play over here! Yay!

You asked me to give your readers a glimpse into the creation of the characters in my latest novella, “Nothing but Sex”, and to talk a bit about how they came to be. If you have read any of my books, you will notice that I tend to create characters that are as real and down to earth as you and me…and almost always with a humorous streak. Whether the hero is a hard-as-nails pro wrestler like David Chance in Out of Her Dreams, or a hard-working Native American rancher like Mike Running Elk in Nothing but Sex, my heroes are men with needs, wants, and insecurities just like every male in existence. These men are not perfect specimens. They sweat. They breathe. It isn’t unusual for my heroes to walk into the bathroom while the heroine is brushing her teeth and lift the lid to take a leak without bothering to ask if it’s okay with her. My heroes are just…guys. Even my alpha heroes sometimes need a kick in the pants to realize they are alpha. But once they realize what they want and need, they go after it with a vengeance.

I was surrounded by “guys” my entire life. Growing up, I had three male cousins who were all as alpha and as rock-headed as they come, and they drove my sister and I nuts. They were never wrong. They were never patient. And they were always getting into mischief and trouble. After my own sons were born, they followed the same path, and made life hell for their poor little sister. LOL! I firmly believe that in at least five of my many past lives, I was male. I was the worst tom-boy growing up. I asked for farm sets and ranch sets instead of dolls at Christmas. I never played with other girls. They were wussy! J

I can easily create a hero for my books by simply fishing into my memory banks and picking out the personality I am searching for, and then running with it.

My heroines are always just a little bit…me. Stubborn, loving to a fault. Self conscious and unaware of how others see them as people or lovers. Some of them are downright tomboy…others are alpha females. One of my novels from Resplendence (A Brief Moment of Pleasure) is about a female blackbelt in the traditional Japanese Martial Arts. She’s a toughie. But the hero is just tough enough to catch her. My heroines are normal, down to earth, and charismatic. And often I draw on my own real life experiences to plot my books.

No…that does not mean I do all the stuff that I write (grin) even though I would love to. It simply means that something that happened in my past triggers a plot in my head, and I sit down to write. I never plot out a book. I take an idea and start running with it, and never look back. While I write, I am “inside” my character’s heads. I am coming from their point of view. I use the language they would normally use, and that sometimes drives my editor nutty. When my well educated writer is thinking and talking, I use proper grammar and syntax. But when my hero thinks and talks, I use his point of view and voice.

I sometimes have an editor e-mail and ask why he swears so much. Why the heroine uses “frigging” while the hero uses the four-letter vulgar equivalent. LOL! How many guys use the watered down term? Hmmm? Most guys talk dirty when they are alone or in their own mind, and only clean it up when they have to. If in mixed company most will shift from WTF to “what the heck”. But not when they are alone or blissfully without a female audience.

I can’t write stuffy characters. It’s a mental and physical impossibility for me. I write what I know. I write what I feel. And I write what I like to see happen between my H/H. I am very careful to round out my characters with background as I write, but I have noticed lately that there are readers who seem to skim right over the “filler” that gives them important info about the characters, and sets the scene for why they do what they do…and these readers are telling me that the story never explained how something happened. Or they didn’t get why the character did this or that. I have to tell you…never skim in my books. If you do, you will miss something that is integral and important, and will come away thinking “Huh?”

When I put an entire story into less than 75 pages, the story is packed with loads of backstory, and loads of info. If you skim, you will undoubtedly miss a lot of that.

Nothing but Sex is a tight, fast paced 63 page novella that is a part of the Cougar Challenge Series. I believe that mine will be the tenth in the series, and is a stand-alone novella that can be read without reading the other nine…but I highly recommend that readers check out the others. The authors are hot and the books are great.

Here is a blurb and an excerpt:

Lee Blackhorse is hardly Cougar material, no matter what her friends over at Tempt the Cougar say. A forty-two-year-old woman who lusts after her thirty-year-old weekend helper is just plain nuts. Or is she? She’s been secretly hot for the man for years.

Mike Running Elk is the hottest thing ever to don tight jeans and a second-skin t-shirt…and he has no problem seeing himself in the role of lover. In fact, if he can just get the hot-as-hell woman to realize he’s plenty old enough to ring her bells, he plans to do more than just clean her barn and mow her grass. He’s waited for her long enough.

When her Saturday helper appears at her door with an injured hand, Lee can’t pull her eyes off his naked, ripped chest. And from her heated gaze, Mike can’t believe she’s as oblivious as she acts. The ice has been broken and he intends to heat things up even more…

An Excerpt From: NOTHING BUT SEX

Copyright © FRAN LEE, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Mike swore foully as he caught his glove on one of the murderously long barbs on the roll of wire fencing that he was trying to move and he tugged his leather work glove off to find that the barb had made it through to his palm. He shook his head and shoved his hair back from his face with his other hand before he tugged his unused handkerchief from his back pocket and wrapped it around his hand, which did very little to staunch the flow of blood. Swearing at his own clumsiness, he headed across the wide work yard to the back porch and stepped inside, knocking on the inside screen door.

She appeared from the archway to the living room, her face pink and her lower lip caught between her teeth as she caught sight of him and he realized that he hadn’t bothered to pull his damn shirt back on. He saw the way her eyes darkened as they slid over his body and he felt a shot of anticipation run from his gut to his cock. Her lips were full. Her eyes were smoky blue. A small vein throbbed in her throat. And it struck him forcibly that she most certainly was as aware of him as he was of her.

But before he could wrap his mind around her reaction to him, she was hurrying up the stairs to the bathroom and he was following, his appreciative eyes on the lush swell of her generous, gorgeous ass as he held the tea towel she had just handed him tightly to his bleeding hand. Sweet Jesus, but he loved her ass. He had loved it ever since he’d first seen her, when he was just eighteen, and he had asked her if he could do some odd jobs around the place to make some cash every week. Right after his dad had died. Watching her walk around in tight jeans had made him forget a lot of the pain in his life back then.

She filled a pair of jeans like they’d been poured onto her. His mouth watered and his cock grew impossibly harder. Even the stinging pain in his hand couldn’t distract his attention from that ass.

As she entered the bathroom and stretched up to the shelf above the toilet to lift down the first-aid kit, he almost whimpered. Was she trying to kill him? If she didn’t stop wiggling around, he was gonna blow.

“I can handle it from here,” he grated as she opened the box and started to take the soaked tea towel out of his grip. But she shoved his free hand away and gently placed his hand in the sink, rinsing it with icy-cold tap water that nearly made him yell at the pain. He stared down at her bent head as she probed and cleaned the wound and each time her body brushed his, he almost lost it.

He lost track of what was happening with his hand as every drop of blood in his body raged into his groin, threatening to explode. Maybe that was a good thing, because his hand might stop bleeding.

“I still think we need to get you to the clinic and get this stitched. It’s way too jagged to heal right, and it’s still bleeding.”

Her words were lost in the hot muddle of his emotions and body. But when she looked up into his face, he forced himself to pay attention. “Hold this clean towel in your palm. Press it tight. I’ll get my car keys.”

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Finished the Menage/Multiple!

April 22, 2010 - 8:57 am 6 Comments

Hubby is sick of hearing about it, but as I explained to him, choreography is critical! To quote the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz…These things must be done delicately…Every body part must be in the right place at the right time and it must belong to the right person. I have to admit, living in so many heads at once has been a fascinating experience! Anyway - sent it off to my publisher last night - fingers crossed! We shall see! To celebrate, I’m getting waxed and a facial. Nazi esthetician will beat the crap out of me but it will hurt sooooo good!

For a hilarious read, head over to Katiebabs at Babbling About Books - all about the Black Dagger Brotherhood - animation at it’s finest!!! http://kbgbabbles.blogspot.com/ She had me spitting out my coffee this morning!

Happy Earth Day for all us hippies, old and young! I’m heading out for a hike and I swear to pick up any trash I encounter - always do anyway!

The young entrepeneurs over at Project Bacon put up a sweet tribute to mom for Mother’s Day: http://projectbacon.wordpress.com/ Plus the muffins look yummy with or without the bacon.

So, I’m taking a break from writing for a few days to get my Review page up and I’m going to post a linkity-link to my new nonfiction book which releases TODAY!!! Then it’s on to futuristic sci fi and the sequel to Captured.

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Leonard Nimoy/Mr. Spock Retires…

April 21, 2010 - 6:16 pm No Comments

I’d like to say something narcissistic like…there’s nothing that ages you as much as the retirement of one of your favorite Science Fiction characters, but I have to remind myself that it’s not all about me, at least not all the time.

I’ve been a big sci fi fan forever, since I was a little kid making up fantastical stories in my head. Mr. Spock, of the original Star Trek series, has to be one of the most compelling television characters ever written. Why? Because while his exterior was all logic and reason, his interior was filled with deep emotion, fire, passion, violence, rage and love. That’s why I was so drawn to the character - his duel/dueling nature. Despite the fact that the show was, more or less, schlock, Leonard Nimoy portrayed Spock’s inner conflict with a subtlety few actors can match - he played Spock with qualities I’ve only seen appear in the characters of a Shakespearean tragedy. When Mr. Spock smiled…OMFG! You could knock me over with a feather! Oooh, and the very idea of the pon farr - watch Amok Time - great episode. Wouldn’t I have liked to be the object of Spock’s lust when the pon farr takes him???

Sure, James T. Kirk with his boyish, Iowa (I’m from Iowa), aw shucks charm got all the girls, but the cerebral Spock was my hottie.

It’s hard for me to imagine that Leonard Nimoy is older than my mom - who says she’s older than dirt - He’s an icon. That’s the thing about film - our icons are suspended in time. Perhaps Mr. Nimoy didn’t like being pigeonholed - I know he wrote two books, I Am Not Spock and I Am Spock. But for me, there is only one Mr. Spock and it’s him. He’s a great Mr. Spock. Live long and prosper.

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Dirty Sexy Books and you would take your dog in heat to the dog park…why?

April 20, 2010 - 11:03 pm 2 Comments

Don’t you wonder about people who do the above? I have a neutered male German shepherd. He may be neutered, but he still considers himself Mr. Testosterone and he’s not about to ignore a female dog in heat. Yesterday was the second time in a month I’ve run into an idiot…I mean, who else but an idiot walks a dog in heat at a dog park where uncut males run free…and my dog gets yelled at for doing what comes naturally - humping the female. What would you do? I mean, what if you were a paranormal wolf shifter? Hmmm? It’s just not right.

Many thanks to Larissa for posting my interview yesterday. She surprised me with the questions a few weeks ago and I wasn’t even certain when it would be up. She’s a sweetheart who just moved from Israel back to her home country of Brazil. I sent her a copy of Captured for review because my heroine, Mari, is Jewish. After all, how many romance stories out there feature Jewish heroines?

So, on to Dirty Sexy Books. Rebecca has come up with a couple great posts about the things authors do wrong with their/our websites. In a polite kind of way, she pretty much issued a challenge to us to improve our sites. Here’s a link to her latest post on the subject and you can check the archives for her first:

http://www.dirtysexybooks.com/Dirty_Sexy_Books/Home/Entries/2010/4/8_The_Ten_Biggest_Mistakes_Authors_Make_on_Their_Websites…_And_Counting….html

My response. In my view, there are two main reasons why authors struggle to maintain a website -

1. Age. Most romance authors are over thirty and those who are tech savvy are few and far between. You find the occasional author who not only knows how to use all sorts of techy-type thingies, but is even willing to assist other authors who are tech-hopeless or technophobes. All of which means we have to either hire someone and pay beaucoup bucks, or we have to know someone who will help us for free or maybe for a gratuity, or…we have to take a class. Google sites aren’t so bad to figure out. Wordpress is idiosyncratic and gives me fits at times. I happen to be a bit of a technophobe. Once something is set up for me or explained to me, I’m competent, but not genius. I think I do pretty well for someone who wasn’t born with a keyboard beneath my fingertips. I learned along with my kids - but they learned a ba-zillion times faster. You know…softer brains soak up the info like a sponge. On the other hand, having grown up hearing several languages spoken, I soak up languages like a sponge - yay! I do something better than my kids!

2. Time. As I told my friend, fellow author Mia Watts yesterday, time is of the veriest essence. There just ain’t enough of it. We have books to write, edits to complete, deadlines to meet, virtual tours to hit, interviews, promos, contests, conferences to attend…there are only so many hours in the day and in my case, I refuse to be a slave to my computer - though some days it seems as if I am. I still hike, bike, work out on my elliptical, shop, cook, clean my house, do my laundry, hang with my kids and sex up my husband. Plus I have to throw in taking a shower, getting a hair cut, going to S.F. Giants games, helping out my parents and my sisters…you know…all the little stuff everybody does every day. Oh, and the biggie? Most of us work a day job too and a lot of authors are single parents.

So, something’s gotta give. Usually that’s sleep and/or the website. I think a lot of us go without sleep in order to meet all the demands on our time. Do you struggle with a daily post and website maintenance? Do you hire someone or plug along on your own? Your thoughts?

LOL! julia

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Larissa’s Bookish Life - my interview

April 20, 2010 - 8:08 am 2 Comments

I’m featured over at Larissa’s place this morning: http://www.larissaslife.com/

Stop by! You can win a book! love, julia

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Tomorrowland? I’m thinking more…Yesterland…

April 20, 2010 - 7:40 am 2 Comments

There is no place as iconic as Disneyland. I swear. It’s more American than apple pie. For a kid, it’s the ultimate in ultimate. I love Disneyland and I got to ride my fill of Indiana Jones, Thunder Mountain, Space Mountain, The Haunted House, Pirates of the Caribbean and Peter Pan - which may be the most beautiful ride in the park.

But I have to wonder if Walt is rolling over in his grave. Tomorrow Land needs, uh, futuristic-type updating? Maybe a major makeover? The only thing there worth riding or even visiting is Space Mountain. The rest of T.L. is flat out depressing. Critter Country should be bulldozed - it’s where all those extra homeless animatronic characters - the Small World rejects - go to die. It’s just scary. Frontier Land has Thunder Mountain - a great ride, but that’s all. New Orleans Square still has it going on and Fantasy Land continues to be every child’s favorite place in the park.

The weird thing was that we arrived at 8:30 a.m. and we’d achieved all our goals and were heading back to the new Rhode Island-sized parking structure by 3 p.m. That’s another thing - the parking garage they put in to make room for California Adventures. You no longer have the opportunity to experience that heart-pounding anticipation and excitement as you approach Disneyland - even the Matterhorn is mostly obscured by the parking structure - a megalithic monstrosity that winds you around and around and around via a nonsensical, circuitous, maze-like route that I can only assume is designed to thwart potential evil-doers. The tram from the parking garage to the front gate drops you off at the new Disney Downtown where you are greeted by…surprise…gift shops.

But hey…there were no lines. We walked right on all the rides. And the churros are still good. It’s funny - the prices in the park seem reasonable, especially compared to what you pay for food at a baseball game, you know, where we pay at least $5.50 for a bottle of water, $8 for a hot dog, $10 for nachos.

Since the occasion was also a reunion for my husband’s family, as you can imagine, we were very busy and didn’t sleep a whole lot. Got home last night pretty beat and found the poor birdie, who seemed to be doing better when we left, on the bottom of the cage. As of this morning, little Alstie is no longer with us. We’re very sad. I ran out and bought a new companion for our parrot since she’s been quite upset about her poor friend. She immediately took the baby parakeet under her wing and began grooming her. Tibby is remarkably gentle for a parrot - at least with other birds.

Tomorrow - why us authors struggle with our websites - a nice answer to Rebecca’s question over at Dirty Sexy Books.

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Building Emotional Depth in an Erotic Romanc, Guest Post by Tina Donohue.

April 19, 2010 - 6:45 am 15 Comments

But first, the important stuff. J Yes, I’m hosting a scavenger hunt today. Periodically, I’ll be posting four questions here and at my site. You’ll find the rules and choice of prizes at www.tinadonahue.com Just click on the scavenger hunt link on the home page!

Now, to my post:

Yes, building emotional depth in an erotic romance can be done. What’s more, it should be.

We’ve all read erotic romances in which the couple go at each other like there’s no tomorrow because she thinks he’s hot and he’s drooling over her great rack, big blue eyes and legs longer than the state of California.

While the sex might be well written and definitely brings a flush to our cheeks, we feel vaguely dissatisfied when the story’s over. Why? It certainly isn’t for lack of carnal acrobatics. It’s because we didn’t feel emotionally connected to the people inhabiting the book. We learned so little about them except that they liked sex and each other. We had no idea what makes them laugh or cry. . .what moves them emotionally. More importantly, what brought them to this point in the story.

In my latest release, Lush Velvet Nights, I wanted to give Nathan some baggage so he’d be afraid to love again and to commit. His fear of true intimacy with Adriana is what fuels their story and causes her to fight for his love, knowing he cares for her deeply. I believe it adds richness to the sexual content.

Here’s a blurb and an excerpt to illustrate what I mean:

Lush Velvet Nights - When wanton desires & love demand all…

During the day, Adriana’s a lonely corporate heiress, helming a supermarket empire. At night, she hires escorts, scripting provocative fantasies of kidnapping, lust, submission and endless longing. It’s all she has to excite her until she meets Nathan Wynn. Tall, blond and muscular—like a modern-day Viking—Nathan’s a labor relations attorney representing Adriana’s union employees. His imposing presence intensifies her basest desires. When he protects her from an escort he believes is an attacker, she knows he’s wonderfully dominant and unrestrained. Fascinated by Adriana’s underlying sensuality, Nathan brings her to his secluded mountain estate, determined she submit fully to his hunger. At a gentleman’s club, he makes certain she denies him nothing. Engaging in a seductive sexual journey, Nathan’s caught off-guard by his stunning need for Adriana. An attraction he fears because of past events in his life. A growing emotional connection she will not let him deny.

EXCERPT:

(In this scene, Adriana learns Nathan’s daughter from his failed marriage wasn’t really his child – a matter he didn’t realize until the girl was two years old. Adriana tries to draw him out but he’s resistant, wanting to keep their relationship light, sexual. . .it provides the conflict and the depth):

Uneasiness flooded her features. “You took a call as I left the elevator. Was Echo expecting you?”

He stepped back with the name, a familiar pain settling in the center of his chest. “What?”

“Was she your date? Did something happen and she couldn’t make it?”

Head lowered, he pretended to fish his keys from his pocket. “No and no.”

“Is she your wife? Do you have a wife?”

His face lifted. Her obvious worry tempered his surprise and irritation at the intrusion into his private life he never shared with anyone. “No, I’m divorced and blissfully single.”

Her expression still questioned.

The words came before he could stop them. “Echo’s my daughter.”

Adriana’s brows lifted. “I didn’t know you had a child.”

“I don’t.”

Confusion swept over her features, narrowing her eyes. “You just said you did.”

True. An automatic response he couldn’t seem to overcome even after all the years separating him and Echo. Cursing himself for telling Adriana anything, he decided to explain and get it out of the way so they could concentrate on their weekend. “Until Echo was two I believed she was mine. A few months after Hayley and I got divorced, she married Echo’s biological father. Echo has his genes, but I’ll always consider her my daughter.”

Rarely had Adriana witnessed the level of pain she saw on Nathan’s face and heard in his voice. Heart aching, she longed to gather him in her arms and offer whatever comfort she could. Instinct advised her to back off and keep quiet. He didn’t need to confess humiliating details of his ex cheating on him and keeping his daughter’s paternity a secret for two years.

Good god. How in the world could any woman do such a horrible thing to a man, or rather, two men? Hadn’t she seen the unconditional love on Nathan’s face the first time he held Echo and felt her weight, marveled at her warmth and indulged in the wondrous scent of her skin? Hadn’t she cared about her lover and what she’d deprived him of? Lost moments he’d never get back…their daughter’s first step, tooth, smile, words.

The enormity of her betrayal consumed Adriana’s thoughts and stole her ability to make small talk.

Fifteen minutes into their ride, the steady hush of air from the car’s heater mingled with the swishing windshield wipers and an Anita Baker CD. The singer’s rich voice was grown-up and womanly, the way Adriana sensed Nathan liked his females. Anita’s signature style added unmistakable seduction to the songs.

Nathan eased the Rover to a stop behind a long line of cars and glanced over. “Temperature all right?”

In the glare of headlights coming from the opposite direction, his blond hair appeared much lighter, his expression neutral, his previous pain dismissed or suppressed.

Adriana caught a glimpse of it in his dark eyes. He seemed so young suddenly, hurting and lost. Tenderness surged through her. Prudently, she kept it from her voice, not wanting to sound as though she pitied him. “Actually, I’ve already turned off the heater on my seat. I’m a little warm.”

He glanced at how his parka shrouded her. “The coat does come off.” His face lifted. “So do your clothes.”

Her heart leapt at his change from hurt to hungry and the surprising seriousness in his eyes. “You expect me to strip in here?”

With a smile, he turned back to the traffic. Rain pounded the windshield and roof. The music and Anita’s voice enticed. “You said you were warm.”

“We could turn down the heat.”

His hand stopped hers from adjusting it. “I’m not hot.”

Liar. His fingers burned against hers.

“Go on,” he said, running his thumb over the back of her hand prior to releasing it. “Take the parka off …for a start.”

Defiantly, she crossed her arms over her chest, refusing him. She liked the bulkiness of his coat, especially on a wintry night filled with dark promise. Its fabric held his masculine scent, arousing and comforting. Its heaviness reminded her of his arm around her waist, his large body intimidating yet protective.

He flicked on his turn signal and eased his Rover into the next, faster lane. “Suit yourself. For now.”

And later? What then? Her sprinting pulse and uncivilized thoughts answered. Images unwound in her mind of Nathan using his size to overpower and tame her, imprisoning her arms above her head, his knees spreading her thighs, their naked bellies touching, his sex seeking hers as he taught her surrender and submission to their basest needs. Her throat went dry. After a brief struggle, she managed a swallow and a reasonably steady voice. “What happens when we arrive?”

He accelerated, jockeying the Rover into another lane. “I’m going to strip you bare and enjoy every inch of you with my mouth, hands and cock.”

His casual tone made his promise all the more lewd. Blood thudded in her ears. Her eyes darted to him.

Undoubtedly sensing her scrutiny, he looked over. Headlights exposed his expression and eyes. A mixture of feral lust and human need sparkled in them. “Are you afraid?”

“Should I be?”

His expression got devilish. “You sound like an attorney.”

“No, I don’t. You dodge questions much better than I ever could. Like the one I just asked.”

Brows lifting, he glanced back at the cars moving at a crawl. “You have nothing to fear no matter what we do. I’d never harm you.”

Puzzled at his comment, Adriana straightened and leaned toward him, her hand settling on his upper arm. Despite his suit jacket and topcoat, she could still feel his impressive biceps. “Of course you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t be here if I thought otherwise. You’re not that type of man.”

He flicked his gaze at her then watched the car in front. “Outside of negotiating a contract for your union workers and slugging fake kidnappers, you don’t know what kind of man I am.”

“I have a fair idea. Are you trying to talk me out of this?”

Although he’d stopped again with the clogged traffic, he kept his attention on the vehicles ahead. “I don’t want you to have any illusions about me.”

Was her interest so obvious? Did he believe she wanted to make more of this than it would ever be? Her hand slipped from his arm, an almost too quick reaction. To compensate, she made her voice breezy. “Such as?”

“What happened with Hayley wasn’t her fault. It was mine, no matter what you’ve been thinking.”

Adriana hadn’t expected him to bring the subject up again or to be so blunt. She settled back in her seat. “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“A little advice.” He turned his face to hers. “Don’t ever play poker. You don’t hide your emotions all that well.”

Disconcerted, she mumbled, “Really.”

“Yeah, really. Like your current indignation.” His voice teased. “You’d like me to shut up.”

She lied. “Not at all.”

Giving her a scolding look, Nathan accelerated with the rest of the traffic. “That’s exactly what you want. Believe me, you’re easy to read. Earlier, in the conference room, your attention kept drifting. Each time I saw you staring at me, I thought you were interested, at least until we got to the garage… I didn’t know about Fred showing up.”

She muttered, “His name’s Ed. Although he probably prefers Max.”

“Were you fantasizing about him?”

A quick blush scalded her cheeks. Thankfully, the dark kept him from noticing, and her unease didn’t show in her voice. “I didn’t know who the agency was sending. I can’t fantasize about someone I don’t know.”

“Your image of him then.”

Uncomfortable with the conversation’s direction, she wanted to hedge and figured he’d just keep asking until he got the truth, which he could apparently read on her face. “Actually, I was thinking about a Viking.” She added no more, not about to confess he’d been the inspiration.

His head swung to her, pausing briefly and returned to his lane. “You like football players?”

Adriana’s laugh broke free before she could stop it.

“I take it that means no?”

Still giggling, she answered. “Not a Minnesota Viking, the real ones from history. And no, I loathe sports. I learned them to please my dad, but…” Her words and laughter halted as she recalled the stats she’d memorized, the plays she’d studied and dissected so she could discuss them with her father, a rabid fan. Her efforts went unnoticed. During the games, he surrounded himself with a group of his male VPs, relieving him of having to deal with her on all but the most superficial level, just like an employee.

She remembered the look in Nathan’s eyes earlier, the anguish in his voice as he’d said Echo’s name. She tried to imagine her father having the same depth of feeling for her and could not. Sorrow at a loss she’d endured all of her life deadened her voice. “Sports bored me to death.” Sighing deeply, she turned down the heater’s fan and continued, unable to help herself. “My father and I were never close, no matter how hard I tried to please him. I don’t believe he ever really wanted me as you obviously still want Echo. I just don’t understand how you could think what happened was your fault. Stop me if I’m out of line here, but did you cheat on Hayley before she cheated on you?”

The last strains of music faded, leaving only the sound of pelting rain and beating wipers. Nathan’s eyes flicked to the CD player then back to the road. He put on his right turn signal and edged through traffic to the slowest lane. The Rover’s headlights shone on the street sign indicating the next exit, an overpass miles from the turn-off they should be taking.

Adriana’s stomach sank with disappointment. Did he plan to get off and head back to L.A. because of her out-of-line question?

“No, I didn’t cheat on her,” he said.

*** By bringing in their past and their vulnerabilities, I believe it made their journey to love – and the sex scenes – that much deeper and richer.

Lush Velvet Nights is available from Ellora’s Cave: http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8298-50-lush-velvet-nights.aspx

Website/blog/video trailer for Lush Velvet Nights: www.tinadonahue.com

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A Brief Moment of Pleasure, by Fran Lee

April 17, 2010 - 10:59 pm 6 Comments

I’m not all that good at book reviews and I suck at uploading covers.

Normally, I prefer to let others express their opinion on a book. However, author Fran Lee gifted me a copy of her book, A Brief Moment of Pleasure, to take with me on my trip and I have to say, the book is a delight. It’s a joy to read a story about a woman who can hold her own, not in the business world for a change, but in the world of martial arts. Fran Lee makes it clear that the world of Japanese martial arts continues, even now, to be primarily a world of men. A woman has to work two or three times as hard as a man to be recognized and respected for her achievements and abilities. The really cool thing about this story is I know the author, herself, is indeed a respected martial artist and she has stood in her heroine, Lisa’s shoes. My question is…did she have a hot guy like James Rhee panting at her stiletto heels? Hmmm? Do tell!!!

The story is unique and the author’s sincere voice comes through. Lisa’s relationship with James develops at a realistic pace. The reader shares Lisa’s frustration - she wants the man in her bed with a deep passion, but he’s her boss. First and foremost, she wants to earn his respect. She has no intention of becoming his plaything - Lisa wants more than a brief moment of pleasure. The story is sweet and serious at times, laugh out loud funny at others. The bedroom scenes are smoking hot. The book is one where you can flat out lose yourself in romance for a few days!

Unfortunately, Asian heroes are rare in our contemporary romance novels. I hope James Rhee is the exception that proves the rule.

Buy link: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8_view_item.html?m8:item=186-201-101-446-3

Author’s website: http://fran-lee-romance.angelfire.com/

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