Sunday, January 12, 2020

WeWriWa: This Kiss, This Kiss . . . MIDNIGHT KISS on SALE!

One question started it all . . . “Have you ever considered writing a vampire romance?” This was back in very, very early 1990 when Anne Rice hit big with her dark antihero and the market was wide open in romance. I was meeting with my Zebra editor (Love you, John S!) at a conference where we were discussing my ongoing historical contract and were looking for other avenues to absorb my prolific output. Vampires? I promised I’d consider it and went up to my room to put my feet up. Vampire . . . romance. My horror movie dark side sunk its teeth in and within the hour, I gave him a call back to let him know I had an outline for a three-book series. Silence. Then a stunned request that I send it to him. It was in the mail before he got on the plane. MIDNIGHT KISS was the first in that trio (finally expanding to 8), historically set in Regency London, MIDNIGHT TEMPTATION in post-revolution France and MIDNIGHT SURRENDER in Turn of the Century New York, following Louis Radman and his undead family as they try to evade sworn enemies and find a way to exist in a changing world. Here’s an excerpt from MIDNIGHT KISS . . . 

It was dangerous folly for him to hold her, yet he couldn’t resist. So warm and sweet, so filled with pulsing life, she nestled into him like a trusting kitten, shivering weakly, clinging with surprising strength. 

He lowered his face into the untidy spill of her dark hair, nuzzling those glossy tresses, nudging without real purpose until he found himself at her vulnerably bared throat. He pressed his mouth against it, feeling the beat of life beckoning seductively until his eyes rolled and drifted shut and his hunger rose, cleverly disguised as pas­sion.

A week, a long, torturous week since he’d last drawn nourishment. His insides burned with a glassy fire, that searing heat, gnawing for want of satisfaction. And the cure was here, offered so sweetly.

The need was too strong, too immediate. The mon­ster within roared to life, an exquisite pain shooting through his gums, lancing all the way up to his cheekbones as the changes began that would allow him to sate a hunger so fierce it was like madness. There was no hope of halting it until Arabella sighed, blissfully unaware of her precarious situation, her hand touching shyly to the back of his head, stroking gently through his hair and re­markably, inexplicably, the beast in him was tamed in an instant.

I still love this book, though it may seem dated by today’s PNR market (I’m unapologetically dated, too, tho still pretty hip for an old gal!! That hasn’t been replaced – yet.). It opened a new otherworld of options for me writing under my own name, leading to my current shapeshifter series that I’m elbow deep in second round edits bringing it to a conclusion.


MIDNIGHT KISS is currently on sale for just $0.99. Hope you’ll be tempted to take a look, and that it will entice you enough to continue through the series into modern day. And it all started with a kiss. 

I’m at a four-day Writing Weekend with two of my critique partners. Four days of writing . . . sigh. And an ulterior purpose – discussing a potential vacay to Ireland. Hmmm, I wonder if those kind of books are popular? 

Happy Weekend, fellow Warriors. I’ll be on the road but promise to visit all of you. I’ve been remiss lately due to the holidays. And, as always, Happy Writing!!

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Wednesday, January 8, 2020

IWSG: The Start of my Writing Journey

Happy New Year, fellow Insecure Writers! We’ve got a great question to start 2020: “What started you on your writing journey?”

In my case, it was several things, starting with my mom who read to me at bedtime until I was old enough to read to her. Those fanciful Dr. Seuss books (which she loathed!), fairytales, and her favorite – Carl Sandburg’s Rutabaga Stories, had my mind swirling with possibilities the second the light turned out. Instead of lulling me to sleep, those words began a domino-ing “What if?” effect that had me stretching out those stories into my own HEA endings, turning me into a storyteller. But the writing bug (sparked by my first publication in the school newspaper when I was in 6th grade) blossomed in this painfully shy middle-schooler when we had to read our own made up epitaphs to the class. Mine, purposefully, made everyone laugh. What a wonderful feeling to encourage a positive response in that tough 8th grade audience. I started thinking, I want to do this!

That writer bloomed in middle and high school when sharing continuing stories with several of my friends. They couldn’t WAIT to get that next installment. I wrote and wrote, filling spirals and notebooks 
 but never finished anything. Then came college along with a part time job, and fictional pursuits lay mostly dormant. Until a chance encounter at a craft fair after I’d gotten married and was supplementing my income making stuffed animal toys, when a dapper woman stopped at my booth and recognized me as one of her former English students. She sized me up and pronounced disdainfully, “So, this is what you’re doing with your college education.” It was the kick in the ego I’d been waiting for. I went home and related the story to my now ex and announced I was going to finish a book and sell it. I ended up writing FOUR full manuscripts, and finally submitted the best one to New York. It sold and was followed over the years by 67 more. Now that I’m newly retired, writing IS my full-time job.

That daydreamer, storyteller finally broke loose. And yes, this is what I do with my college education. I write because I can’t NOT write. And it all started with bedtime stories . . .

Oh, and one of those books is on SALE! MIDNIGHT KISS, the first installment in my “Touched by Midnight” vampire series is just $0.99 until January 15! Sink your teeth in and enjoy!!


How about you, fellow IWSGers? I can’t wait to find out what unlocked that creative door for you. May that passion flame long and strong in 2020! Write on!

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.The awesome co-hosts for the January 8th posting of the IWSG will be T. Powell Coltrin, Victoria Marie Lees, Stephen Tremp, Renee Scattergood, and J.H. Moncrieff!

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

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Sunday, January 5, 2020

WeWriWa: Something to Remind Me . . . REMEMBERED BY MOONLIGHT and a S*A*L*E!

In 2014, after I was freed from my contract with Pocket Books, my writing career took a unexpected turn in my first self-publishing attempt with REMEMBERED BY MOONLIGHT, the 9th book in my “By Moonlight” series. It was a new beginning for both me as an author and for my main character, Max Savoie as we both began a journey into the unknown. As I was learning how to control the creative reins, Max was rediscovering who he was after capture by his clan’s enemies left him with no memory of his past. Enjoy this flashback. 

From the patio of his penthouse apartment, Max Savoie surveyed a kingdom stretching from the gleaming spires of the business district that dazzled against the breaking dawn to the slow, lazy curve of the Mississippi far below, yet he felt none of the pleasures of rank or rule. He didn’t know what he felt about the city, about the posh high rise he owned, about the woman inside . . . because he didn’t remember them. 

Even before the sound of her approach, her mysterious scent reached him, one he recognized on a visceral level as Voodoo Love, a special blend from a perfumery in the Quarter. It teased about the edges of his awareness, inciting a prickle of response. His breathing quickened, skin heated and anticipation spurred his pulse to a gallop, but when he turned, those eager reactions died, because all he saw was a stranger. 

A detective with the New Orleans Police Department, Charlotte Caissie carried her shield and gun the way most women did lipstick and a designer clutch, effortlessly, as a defining part of who she was. Tall, curvy, her stride confident even in those four-inch heels, she was fiercely striking from flashing dark eyes to her short leather skirt and zebra-striped blouse—gorgeous, lethal, and in love with him. 

There was nothing aggressive about her gaze when it touched upon his with broken heart in her eyes, but only for a moment. Then she smiled and played the game they had settled into every time they were together, that of polite, carefully neutral guests forced out of necessity to share the same space. 

Only he wasn’t pretending. 

REMEMBERED BY MOONLIGHT began the second half of my series, upping the stakes, bringing in the spin-off arc of my “House of Terriot” books that concludes with Book 15, RISE BY MOONLIGHT, currently in its second revision. REMEMBERED, like RISE, summarizes what’s come before so readers can pick them up and not be lost . . . at least that’s what I’m working toward while knitting together those loose ends. So, if you don’t have time to begin at the beginning, REMEMBERED takes you on a journey through past to present. Then you’ll be ready to RISE!

SALE Time! MIDNIGHT KISS, the first book in my “Touched by Midnight” vampire romance series is kicking off the New Year with a $0.99 celebration from January 1 through 15. This was another ground-breaking series for me, beginning as one of the first in the paranormal romance wave back in the early ‘90s. After the first three books went out of print, small press frontrunner, ImaJinn Books brought them back to life and continued the series, now available through Bellebooks. I’ll be sharing an excerpt from MIDNIGHT KISS next week. 


Wishing you all the best as this exciting new decade kicks off! One of my resolutions is to get my backlist back in print. What are yours??

Happy Writing and Happy 2020!!

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.