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Sunday, March 27, 2016

WeWriWa: Romance Re-Vamped!


I love a new release . . . even when it’s an old release brought back to life! MIDNIGHT REDEEMER is reborn with its HOT new cover and updated text and ready for new readers!

Before I get back to the final quarter (oh, it’s just getting too good to walk away from!) of PRINCE OF HONOR, my shapeshifter W-I-P, I wanted to share another “bite” from returning vampire, Louis . . .

Protective instincts that had kept him alive for centuries surged to the forefront, demanding he take swift, unwaveringly brutal action to guard his secret from further exposure. Exquisite agony pierced through his gums as necessity and need combined. He’d been hungry for her from the very first, and now had an excuse to lose control. 

He could smell her fear entwined intoxicatingly with her femininity. Expectation brought the anticipated taste of her to whet his lips. His muscles coiled with predatory intention, until logic slapped the urges from him. 

If she knew who and what he was, why was she here? 

Curiosity reined in his hunger and quieted the defensive panic. Why place her life in peril unless the risk was worth the potential gain? 

What did she want from him?

Don’t eat that – you’ll regret it later! Don’t you hate it when logic gets in the way of a good snack?



Hunt or be hunted . . . A centuries-old obsession stalks a noble family fighting to hide their dark secret from an ever-changing world. Sink your teeth into Nancy Gideon's Touched by Midnight series.

Will his dream . . .

Centuries-old vampire Louis Redman is desperate to believe an inquisitive researcher's claim that she's close to finding a cure for his age-old curse. Determined to become human again, he must trust the lovely geneticist who has pushed her way into his guarded life . . . and heart . . . not to betray him to the government agency that wants to uncover his secrets for their own purposes.

. . . be the death of her?

Scientist Stacy Kimball discovers potential fame and the answer to immortality in a murder victim's blood sample. But as she gets closer to the truth, danger stalks her from the shadows. Who wants to silence her from making the breakthrough of a lifetime? Is it the agency that funds her work? The killer who’s terrorizing Seattle's night scene?

Or the mysterious Louis Redman, whose kisses seduce her beyond caring . . . ? 

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"A rare treat . . . this exciting thriller will keep you up all night as Ms. Gideon weaves her spell." — Romantic Times

"Nancy Gideon is one of the best supernatural writers on the market today!"— Midwest Book Review/BookWire

"Gideon's stories transcend the genre with action, adventure, mystery, horror, AND romance. Comparable in style to Dean Koontz."— Midnight Scribe Reviews


Happy Writing. I’m going to sneak some writing in before it’s off to finish my taxes. Talk about taking a “bite!”

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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Sunday, March 13, 2016

WeWriWa: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder


For the past six months, ImaJinn Books has been repackaging my Touched by Midnight vampire romance series with new covers, giving me the opportunity to revisit stories I haven't read in nearly ten years in order to update the text and make format corrections. Time and distance has made these tasks both fun and enlightening-because I'm looking at the books almost like a new reader. Though I remember the plots and characters, I've been delighting in rediscovering the scenes, especially with MIDNIGHT REDEEMER, Book 6, which brings the series into modern day (or rather the year 2000, before my touch-up). Here's a sneak peek of what's coming out again for the first time at the end of this month:
During their conversation, the restaurant had made an entire revolution, the brightness of the Seattle cityscape becoming the opaqueness of the bay, and against that flat black mat, the restaurant’s interior shown clearly upon the glass. 

All, that is, except for Louis Redman. 

His chair was empty even though he occupied it, the glass of wine lifted as if by its own accord, though she could glance at him and see he clearly held it in his hand. 

The shock startled all else from her mind. 

This was no casual date, and she wasn’t certain Redman was even a man. 

There was a sudden flicker of light as Louis lit the candle centerpiece on their table. Even the small flame obscured the reflective quality of the windows. But Stacy could not forget what she’d seen . . . or what she had not seen. 

He didn’t photograph, and he had no reflection. 

What the hell was he?

Nothing particularly new in the vampire realm, but what excited me all over again was the visual way the mystery and interactions played out . . . like a series on cable. I could see it so clearly: The settings, the cut away shots, the flash back sequences to incorporate the historical precursors, the close-ups, even the special effects. Hmm. Maybe it's time to brush off those screen writing skills. Or maybe I need to take a break from the CW Network and get back to my W-I-P!

Have you had projects of yours just screaming out for TV/movie treatment? Pitch me your High Concept!

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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Sunday, March 6, 2016

WeWriWa: Feels Like the First Time


After dancing around the main characters’ long ago connection in PRINCE OF HONOR, my paranormal W-I-P, for months of sneak peeks, I thought I’d let you get a glimpse at how two such opposites could possibly come together with so much baggage pushing between them. It started with that first awkward, never forgotten experience . . . a kiss.

On the cusp of awkward maturity, he’d felt those stirrings of hot-blooded adolescence and curiosity that were the mainstay of conversation amongst his brothers. While Wesley, Stephen, Rico and Colin boasted of salacious and probably highly exaggerated sexual exploits, his cheeks burned and his imagination prowled as he lingered on the outskirts of their discussions. 

It was then Wes’s half-sister Sylvia appeared, a provocative early bloomer inflaming their imaginations with her barely-there skirt, twitching stride and bold interest in their attentions. 

As she’d strutted by, pretending not to hear their lusty speculations, Stephen, a bully even then, gave Turow a hard push in her direction, loudly goading him to make a move. Horrified at becoming the focus of attention, especially when hers turned his way, he froze, earning whooping laughs and ridicule from the others. 

It was the worst moment of his life . . . until the goddess he adored from afar changed everything about it. 

Without a word, she sashayed up to him, taking his hot face between cool hands and pressed her lips to his. When his jaw dropped, her tongue intruded. Tongue! The others stared, astonished and envious to think the quiet, bashful one amongst them would be the first to actually claim that coveted experience. 

Standing there, stunned stupid, Turow would have let the opportunity slip by him if she hadn’t gently whispered, “Close your eyes, grab my butt and give those jackasses something to talk about.”

Could anything be worse than adolescent love? Can you still remember your first clumsy, to die for encounter? Of course you can! Mine was immortalized in PRINCE OF SHADOWS. Sigh . . . It’s something you never forget: Those circumstances, that object of desire, the burst of feelings. But in the case of Turow and Sylvia, will the foundation of that innocent moment be enough to sustain them through the doubts and drama to come?

Happy Spring! Happy Writing, fellow Warriors!

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

Spread the word, share the love, warriors - Hashtag #8sunday.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

IWSG: It’s Never Beyond Repair!


I was able to make a trip back to my hometown two weekends ago to spend some time with my son, d-i-l and grandson. It was my first visit back since an abrupt and distressing move across the state just before the holidays. Besides seeing author friends and spending quality time with the family, I discovered something very important in relation to my writing life.



This handsome lad is my eight-year old grandson but he’s not the lesson. It’s the pasty, fowl looking fellow behind him. I inherited my mother’s porch goose some 15 years ago. Though I wasn’t particularly fond of it, I enjoyed the creative process of dressing it up for the holidays as a reminder of her. When it followed me to my apartment, there was no place to display it so it was tucked away in neglect on my third floor patio. I didn’t think much of it until 300 pounds of ice slid off the roof and crushed my patio chair and broke the goose’s neck. Poor thing with just a piece of heavy gauge wire holding severed head at an unattractive angle. When my sudden move came up, no one wanted to carry that heavy piece of damaged statuary down three flights of stairs, so the once proud family mascot was left behind. Until during my visit my son surprised me with Mom’s goose, neck replastered and good as new. I’d given up on my feathered friend too soon.

Lugging porch goose back to my new home, I was filled with nostalgia and excitement. It had taken the caring handiwork of my son to show me that I’d given up on something I’d once loved prematurely. All it took was a little TLC from another to make me appreciate it again.

It made me think of something else I’d dragged across the state, boxed and nearly forgotten. Those fragments of stories, those submitted, rejected and never retooled manuscripts I’d given up on, the long out of print books I had the rights to but never did anything with. Maybe I gave up on them too soon. Maybe it’s time to reevaluate their worth, to spruce them up, let others take a look at them to help me fix problems I thought irreparable.

What have you given up on and tucked away, thinking there was no point in trying to save it? It’s time to take it out, boot it up and see if that original spark fires again. Make spring cleaning into a time of creative rebirth.

Happy Spring (even though we still have to shovel to find it!)


Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time.

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!


Twitter hashtag is #IWSG 

IWSG awesome co-hosts for the March 2nd posting will be Lauren Hennessy, Lisa Buie-Collard, Lidy, Christine Rains, and Mary Aalgaard!