No. That shaking isn’t an earthquake. It’s just me snoopy dancin’ around the Ranch this week.
Maybe my blog title should say WHO is multi-published.
The answer is… I AM!
I’m totally and completely thrilled to announce that Sunday, May 27, 2012 Lyrical Press offered me a contract for Perfect Dr. Viv via their Senior Editor, the lovely Piper Denna!!!!!! WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Even more fun, I get to be a debut author again, even though it’s not my first book published! *eyes HOME in the sidebar –>* It IS my first with Lyrical. Don’cha just love loopholes? *snort*
I will have edits and the story will be re-titled so as soon as I have that I’ll happily share and I’ve got all current info in my Bookshelf right here in my site to update as information becomes available. I canna wait to see what their cover gods come up with for a cover for this one. Especially if Piper gets her way and the title changes to Paws, Claws and Lacey Bras! *gulp* No, this is NOT an erotic- it’s a veterinarian! lol
Thank you for letting me scream my good news from your rooftops! Like you have a choice.
Why don’t you hop over to my bookshelf page and check out the unofficial blurb and excerpt, and unedited stats, for Perfect Dr. Viv?
Feel free to weigh in with title suggestions for a tortured EMT-P (mediflight) and a sexy veterinarian. Don’t forget there’s also a 7 yo daughter and her pet skunk to consider. Or just help me pick one of these:
Kismet Unleashed
Paws, Claws and Lacey Bras
Rescued Trust
Hearts in Flight
Caged Trust
The Scent of Love
I can’t guarantee the winner will be the one accepted for publication, but it will be fun to see which one wins!
While you’re here, I’m blogging at Authors By Moonlight today on the joys of spring if you want to pop in there. I’d love to chat with you.
My name is Calisa, and I’m addicted to 6-Sentence Sundays!
Six just aren’t enough! I’m seriously considering doing something about this. But for today, I’ve decided to go a few more times with Dray and Chelcie and then maybe move on to another WIP or book.
My lovebirds have moved past their first meeting and Chelcie has gone to visit the local leprechaun for advice. Yes, this story has a leprechaun! And it’s no surprise when Ludovic knows who Dray is, or that he knows the mysterious man is the fuel behind Chelcie’s visit. It’s more what he reveals that surprises her.
“How much danger does he pose for me?” she asked.
Suddenly Ludovic was cackling. “Dear girl, there is something much more important you need to consider.”
“What?”
“He will see inside you. Dray Corbeau is very gifted, very strong, so beware lest you test him.”
Hm. Interesting turn of events for Chelcie. She’s become used to being the one to see inside Dray.
Thank you for coming by and I hope you enjoy this week’s peek. Don’t forget you can find many more participants if you click on the logo above.
Today I put Alicia in the corner with some tough questions. We’ll just get right to it.
1-If your book was going to be made into a movie who would play your characters?Patrick Dempsey would play Lane and Kate Beckinsale would play Monroe.
Great choices. Love Kate.
2-What is your favorite genre to write? How many genres do you write?
Suspense and Paranormal. Both because I make my paranormals like suspense with some magic.
That’s why I enjoyed Heart of the Witch so much!
3-Tell us what inspired your latest story?My latest work in process is actually a gothic romance novella. Mel Odom wanted to do a series together, and it was his idea to bring back the gothic romance. I’m really excited about it. I used to read them years ago, but haven’t come across one in ages. I’ve barely begun but I’m starting to feel more comfortable and so far it’s a lot of fun.
Gothic, huh? Sounds like something to check out.
4-When I write it’s usually stuffing words around other chores around the house and running errands. What is your typical writing day like?I don’t have a typical writing day. I’m involved in so many different things, I have so many duties and responsibilities, not to mention a full time day job, that I have to grab writing time whenever I can. So, I’d say it’s pretty sporadic, but somehow I manage to grab time here and there so that I can actually complete manuscripts.
5-What do you like to do besides write?I love MLB and I used to play golf, though it’s been a while, but I miss it and would like to get back to it. I also like watching A LOT of tv.
Me too, though mine stays on country videos while I’m writing usually. Inspiration, ya know!
Pick one word to describe yourself:Easy –
Really!?
Uh…by that I mean that I am a bit of a pushover, and I readily agree to almost anything people ask of me, even if I don’t have time. So maybe instead of ‘easy’ I should say ‘overburdened.’
Oh- right, I knew that. I know that feeling. I just can’t seem to say “no” to anyone!
Favorite animal:To eat?
Err…
Oh…that’s not what you meant? Sorry if I’ve offended PETA and pet lovers alike, but I’m not an animal person. I don’t dislike them, but don’t have the desire to own one. I suppose it would be something of an aquatic nature…dolphins maybe? Are they animals?
I think they are mammals.
Favorite comfort food: I don’t have a particular favorite, and don’t think of it as ‘comfort’ but I like cheese on pretty much everything. So, maybe cheese.
Mm, cheese. I love me some Pepper Jack! Good answer.
Spring, summer, autumn or winter?WINTER
Favorite book:I can’t possibly name one book, but probably in the top would be Gone with the Wind, Mystic River, All of Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch series, All of Dennis Lehane’s Patrick Kenzie series. (You know you can’t ask a writer to name their favorite book)
A girl can try!
Favorite movie:Gone with the Wind <g>, Mystic River, Gone Baby Gone, Imitation of Life, Pride and Glory.
If you weren’t a writer, what would you want to do? I would want to own the Cincinnati Reds. Or, be Ian Somerhalder’s massage therapist.
Best vacation ever:I’ve taken some trips to Cincinnati for baseball games, and that was amazing. I’ve also been to Fenway Park, which was incredible. And, my sister and her husband took me to Memphis for my 40th birthday and she and I were able to enjoy the ‘Elvis’ experience together for the first time ever, even though we grew up together loving Elvis. Truly a wonderful, special experience!
Ok, that was fun, wasn’t it? At least not painful. Well, folks are chomping at the bit around here (pun intended!), so how about a blurb and excerpt for Death Offerings, book two of The Northland Chronicles? I’ll throw in the awesome cover while you dig out your cheat-sheets.
Blurb:
Newspaper columnist Monroe Donovan’s best friend was the victim of a serial killer years ago, when they were only twelve.
The murders stopped, but the killer was never caught. Now it seems that a series of articles Monroe published about the victims has caught his attention.
The maniac begins killing again, but this time, he leaves macabre gifts for Monroe at the crime scenes.
When someone close to Monroe is kidnapped, it leads to a volatile showdown where the prey might teach the hunter that sometimes, victims aren’t as weak as they appear to be…and paybacks can be a bitch.
Excerpt
Moments after Lane drove away, my cell rang. The caller ID showed a number I didn’t recognize and the words “Magic Construction.” Frowning, I answered the phone.
A male voice—gruff and unfamiliar—said, “Did you like my gift?”
“Gift? What gift?” There was something unnatural sounding about his voice. Like he was purposely disguising it.
“The gift I left you in the park.”
The strength drained from my legs and nausea tightened my gut. I dropped onto the edge of the recliner. “Who are you? What kind of sick joke is this?”
“No joke. It’s very real. You don’t sound happy.”
“Happy? Are you out of your mind?”
I knew it was unlikely this jerk was really the killer. He was probably just some a-hole screwing with me. But the fact that anyone could be this sick made me ill.
A raspy, unsettling laugh rumbled across the line. “I did it for you. Your articles were ending. I liked reading them. Liked that you were writing about me. Now, it doesn’t have to stop.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to still the heavy thud of my heart. Instinct told me this guy was for real.
Watch for my new paranormal romance, Soul Seducer, available from Adams Media June 4, 2012
BIO:
Alicia Dean writes paranormal and romantic suspense and is the author of five published novels, two novellas, and a handful of short stories. She has three grown children and lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. Alicia loves nothing more than crafting spine-chilling, edge-of-your-seat suspense.
Remember to leave your email in a comment for a chance at a B&N gift card or an Amazon gift card!
Today and tomorrow I have a special guest visiting on the Ranch. One of the first wonderful writers I met after moving back to Oklahoma was a lady who actually had recently moved to Kansas but kept her membership with the Outlaws of OKRWA. She was helpful to my learning my way around a mini conference we do here; OKRWA Summer Heat Mini Conference. We have an agent and an editor come in from a publisher/agency and take pitches. (Anyone can attend for a low fee and have a chance to get your work in front of an acquiring member of a known literary agency or publisher. The last two we had editors from Harlequin and agents from The Irene Goodman Literary Agency and The Knight Agency.)
This writer was such a help and so very friendly, and has since moved back to Oklahoma. And then I got one of her books at our Christmas party—and became an instant fan! So naturally when she reached out for Beta readers for a new Self-Published series she started last year, my hands went up high. Then I began to wonder about ‘the writer’ and when she wanted to promote her series I took my chance and asked about her writing career.
Here in virtual person is my friend, Alicia Dean. Let’s give her a huge Ranch welcome!
Alicia, the Round Pen is yours to do as you please. Tell us about you and your writing.
It was great meeting you, too, Calisa. And I’m so thrilled that your story was the first published in the Tales of the Scrimshaw Doll Series. Thank you for having me as your guest here at the Ranch. I have three grown children–two girls and a boy–and I live in Edmond, Oklahoma. I have a ton of wonderful friends and loving, supportive family members. I’m so very blessed.
I’ve wanted to write since I was a child, and I’ve dabbled in it all my life. I actively began pursuing publication in 2001 and my first novel, a romantic suspense called Nothing to Fear, was published in 2007 by The Wild Rose Press. I now have five published novels (in June, it will be six) and four short stories (in August it will be five <g>. I have a short story coming out with TWRP August 8th that’s part of the Tales of the Scrimshaw Doll series)
I write both paranormal and suspense, but I wanted to write a suspense series with recurring main characters. I didn’t want my heroine to be in law enforcement, so I tried to think of an occupation that might put her in contact with nefarious characters, so crime writer came to mind. Then, randomly, the idea popped into my head…what if a killer put names of his intended victims in the obit column before he killed them. Death Notice was born, the sequel followed, and I have a few more sequels in mind. However, before I can get to Book 3, I have a novella and another manuscript to write.
What a great book with an enticing cover! How and where can we stalk…er, find you?
Website: AliciaDean.com
Twitter: @Alicia_Dean_
Facebook: Alicia Dean
BIO:
Alicia Dean writes paranormal and romantic suspense and is the author of five published novels, two novellas, and a handful of short stories. She has three grown children and lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. Alicia loves nothing more than crafting spine-chilling, edge-of-your-seat suspense.
Say hey to Alicia and come on back tomorrow for part two of the Northland Chronicles: Death Offerings! Leave a comment today and/or tomorrow for a chance to win an Amazon or B&N gift card from Alicia!
Yep. It’s that time and I’m excited to bring you a little more of something I’m writing! For the last three weeks I’ve been sharing snippets of a paranormal I’ve been working on since Nano 2006. Obviously I didn’t win Nano if I’m still writing on this story. But that’s ok. I plan to do Nano this year again and maybe I’ll win this time.
So Dray and Chelsie have met but what are their gifts? They are mind manipulators of massive proportions. They can hear thoughts of those around them, they can move objects, make outsiders see what isn’t there, or keep them from seeing what is- to name a few special gifts these Talents are capable of. There are levels of gifts and a special ‘race’ that can do several of these simultaneously. Chelcie is one of these. I call them Kortais. They are kind of like the queens of the manipulators. Rare and hardly ever discovered. It is almost unheard of for someone to meet one, much less two or especially not three- or at least not know when they do meet them. This group is protected because without them the entire race of mind manipulators is at risk of elimination. There is one particular enemy who wants to find and kill Chelcie because she has the power to destroy him when others before her failed for hundreds of years. Can she survive long enough to save her race? Will she find the one who is the key to accomplishing her fated job? Or will the evil one kill her as he did her ancestors?
This week I’ll skip a few lines from where I left off last week. Dray truly doesn’t know what to make of Chelcie at this point. He is unreasonably and romantically drawn to her, though he suspects she might be sent to kill him. Maybe it’s the Frenchman in him?
“What are you looking at with such interest?”
Such obstinate belligerence in her voice, but he supposed he didn’t blame her. He was, after all, staring rudely, and enjoying it very much.
“Hmm? You.” Not that he would admit to the impossibility to drag his gaze from her lovely face at that moment.
I think he’s smitten. What about you? Don’t forget you can follow the link in the 6SS link at the top to find more snippets from participating writers. Until next week…
OMG(osh)!!! I am tickled pink (or maybe that should be blue today) to have a sister Rose and fellow Okie- and a wonderful friend- with me on the Ranch today! Amie Louellen is the author of another book I will be reading soon, Brodie’s Bride. She brought her new book today and will share some unknown facts about the story. Settle in with a coffee and éclair and let’s learn in fun. There’s wine or vodka and li’l Smokies for later. (and beer for Tina)
Amie, the round pen is yours my dear.
Twelve Things You May Not Know About Love Potion Me, Baby
1—Suzanne Rose was named after Axel Rose, lead singer of Guns and Roses.
2—Suzanne’s original name was Dolly.
3—Suzanne’s aunt, Petie Rose, was NOT named after the baseball player.
4—Love Potion Me, Baby was originally written for a sweet line—no sex.
5—The dog was not planned. He ran across the chaos scene, and I had to add him.
6—The original title was Love Potion No. 10.
7—Melvin Greely wasn’t hard of hearing in the first draft.
8—Love Potion Me, Baby went through 5 title changes.
9—I hoped the editors would want to change the title. And that they would give me suggestions!
10—Love Potion Me, Baby was the third book I wrote, but the second one I published.
11—Brice Van Sant was named after the Van Zants of Lynyrd Skynyrd.
12—I still haven’t learned to spell pharmaceuticals. Thank you, spell check!
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Blurb—
Suzanne Rose never intended for Brice Van Sant to drink a cup of her homemade herbal shampoo. And she certainly didn’t expect an impromptu marriage proposal from the hunky CEO.
After an incredible wedding night, Brice wakes unable to remember his bride’s name or why he proposed.
Too late they realize the bright blue shampoo is responsible. Almost like…a love potion!
Brice doesn’t believe in love. But as chief executive of the area’s largest pharmaceutical company, he needs that formula. He strong-arms Suzanne into reproducing it for him, demanding that she pretend they are happily married until it’s recovered.
As Suzanne struggles to remember the shampoo’s ingredients and forget their perfect wedding night, she finds herself falling for her husband. Can she convince Brice that love is a chance worth taking before she loses her heart to him forever?
Excerpt—
She smiled, and Brice felt the warmth go straight through him. She had a home-town, girl-next-door look that somehow made a man forget things he was better off remembering. Like the promises Brice had made to himself when his father left. Like the fact that if he made love to Suzanne again it would be disastrous for everyone involved.
Let her go, his internal voice commanded.
Brice’s legs started to move, his feet taking step after step until he reached her side.
“I had fun,” she replied.
Tell her goodnight. And walk away.
“You’re a natural,” he said instead. “You should play more often.”
“Maybe I will.”
He could see questions in her eyes, questions he didn’t want to answer.
Without permission from his brain, his hand reached up and loosened the towel covering her hair. Damp, copper-colored curls, sprang free from their confinement and bounced across his fingers. “Maybe you will,” he repeated.
Turn away. And whatever you do, don’t kiss her.
“Tell me to stop,” Brice demanded in a husky whisper as his head lowered closer and closer toward her luscious mouth. “Tell me.”
“I can’t,” she said and raised her lips to meet his.
Brice could no more prevent the kiss than he could re-route the sun. The caress was destiny or fate or serendipity. Kismet. It was out of his control. Never before had anything taken such complete command of his mind and body. Nothing except for a cup of blue shampoo and its redheaded maker who haunted his every waking moment.
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Author Bio—
Amie loves nothing more than a good book. Except for her family…and maybe homemade tacos…and shoes. But reading and writing are definitely high on the list.
Fun and contemporary, whimsical and sexy Amie’s novels are true love stories with a guaranteed happy ending.
Born and bred in Mississippi, Amie is a transplanted Southern Belle who now lives in Oklahoma with her deputy husband, their genius son, a spoiled cat, and one very hyper beagle.
When she’s not creating quirky characters and happy endings, she’s chauffeuring her prodigy to little league baseball games, guitar lessons, and boy scout meetings. She also loves gardening, cross stitching, and generally anything that can get her out of housework.
Amie is a member of RWA and an award winning author. You can reach her at amielouellen@gmail.com.
Now you all know I’m not a true cat person. Though I love my Trouble, I doubt I’ll have another cat once she’s gone. But I believe in supporting a great cause and saving lives of any animal, for me, is a cause worthy of the Ranch’s support.
So in that spirit I welcome my friend J.D. Revezzo, with a different kind of cat tale and a great cause behind it.
Thanks for having me here today, Calisa.
Hi J.D.! Let’s get to the meat of this story. Tell us about your new project, please.
What’s that? Oh, right. You wanted to know a little about my story, “What Sekhmet Keeps.” All right, then. Well, you see, it started like this:
A little over two years ago, a friend of mine, author and editor Patty G. Henderson (best known for her Brenda Strange Supernatural Mysteries) announced she’d released a charity anthology of cat stories. I’d always adored Edgar Allan Poe’s The Black Cat so I thought the idea of wicked little felines intriguing.
A story began gestating in my little brain about a cat burglar, but I set it aside thinking I’d missed my chance.
This past Thanksgiving, Patty mentioned she planned a second anthology, Dark Things II: Cat Crimes. So I offered her my still-percolating idea. She said, “Sure, let me see what you have.”
Uh oh. This was serious. Now I had to live up to her example.
I scurried home and pulled out Poe’s The Black Cat, again (what was my cat story after all but a homage to Poe’s feline)? But, as I sat down and got to work, my love of mythology demanded to put its fingers in. I began researching cat myths, and ran across—who else?—the Egyptian goddess Bast.
Bast? A criminal, thought I? Little cuddly, love and light Bast?
No, no. I couldn’t do that to Her—not and have Her not claw my eyes out!
I kept looking. That’s when I ran across this lovely gal:
Sekhmet. Goddess of the desert, goddess of lions, Ra’s Destoyer. Ah, there was a story worthy of Cat Crimes!
How, you ask? Well, yes, it’s true. Cats and lions are of the same family. They are of the felidae family. Though cats are the tamer of the species, think of it, don’t cats stalk mice the same way a lion stalks its prey? And believe it or not, lions can be playful, like cats.
So, the similarity didn’t seem quite so farfetched to me. Nor that the regal lion goddess would think of gifting the soul of a measly housecat to her errant priestess, Onfalia Mau. Well, one could say gifting, but Onfalia sees it more as punishment.
What? What did Onfalia do to deserve a timid, tame housecat’s soul, you ask? Well, you’ll have to read to find out.
Here’s the blurb and an excerpt:
Dark Things II: Cat Crimes
A collection of tales featuring feline mayhem, murder and dastardly deeds. Vampire cats. Scoundrel cats. Daring cats. Killer cats. Cats you don’t want in your worst nightmares and cats you might want on your side against evil. Authors include Mary V. Welk, Patty G. Henderson, Patricia Harrington, Jim Silvestri, Ken Goldman, Shanna Germain, Anna Sykora and dozens more. Intro by Robert W. Walker. All proceeds from sales go to several cat sanctuaries across the USA. Enjoy over twenty-one “cat tales” and support a cat charity!
And for my story,
What Sekhmet Keeps
by J.D. Revezzo
Betrayed by a false lover, cat shifter priestess Onfalia Mau lost her lioness soul and freedom to her lover’s treachery and Sekhmet’s wrath. Now, after three thousand years, Donquar has returned with one thing in mind: to steal the goddess’s scepter. Onfalia knows that to do so means to unleash Sekhmet’s unholy, bloody Slaughter on the world and she’ll stop at nothing to foil Donquar’s plans.
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Claws dimpled his skin, as if she sought attention. She nuzzled her head into his hand, and purred. Chibale tapped her on the nose. “Now, don’t try to charm me, kitty. I can’t keep you. Out.”
She purred louder and nuzzled his chest.
“Oh, hell.” He carried the cat into the kitchen and poured her the last of his milk. “I don’t mind black coffee, anyway. But tomorrow, we’re finding your owner.”
He dropped his jacket onto the chair, then set down before his computer. The cat leapt onto the desk as he went to work. When he misspelled the goddess’ name, the cat reached out a paw and hit the delete key back to the S-e-k. Chibale stared at her. “Did you belong to an English teacher?”
The search engine suggested Sekhmet, and he carried on with his work. The cat slipped into his lap as he read the first promising page.
Goddess of Lions. A daughter of Ra; represented the scorching power of the sun. “Lion. Sun.” He shook his head. “Never did understand these stupid stories. ‘When mankind rebelled against Ra’s domain, Sekhmet attacked, slaughtering thousands and drinking their blood.’ Sounds like a nice wholesome girl.” The cat shifted in his lap and stretched up, resting her paws against the edge of the keyboard. “You’re so interested in mythology, should I give you to Onfalia?” She looked at him, and he scratched her ears as he returned to his search.
Scepter, Sekhmet. “How does this tie into the stolen scepter? Any idea, kit?”
Two hours into his search, a headline caught his attention: Slaying uptown. Occult in Nature?
“So obvious.” The cat meowed and Chibale looked down at her, meeting her tawny eyes. “Oh, you think so too, do you?”
Festival to appease Sekhmet’s slaughter.
“Hopefully they won’t do the opposite, eh kitty?”
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All proceeds from the sale of our anthology will go to Cat House on The Kings, a no-kill cat sanctuary in California.
J.D. Revezzo has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and the classics. Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, The Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine and Luna Station Quarterly.
I hope you will enjoy What Sekhmet Keeps, and all the tales in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, and remember all the proceeds go to Cat House on the Kings, no-kill cat shelter. So, you’ll not only gain fuel for a few good, *ahem* nightmares, maybe you’ll help a kitty in need, too. Enjoy! And thank you, Calisa, for hosting me today!
What a great cause and an exciting book! Nice cover to boot. So, my friends and cat lovers- here’s your chance to do a service to kitties everywhere and get to read a great book of tales in the process. Thanks for spending the day, J.D.
[Just a quick edit here] I wish all mothers out there a blessed and happy day full of love, flowers and children of any and all ages!
Once again it’s Six Sentence Sunday! Click the logo to find a complete list of participating authors.
I’ve had requests for more of Dray and Chelcie so read on and enjoy.
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“I wanted to meet you to find out who you are, and why you searched me out, if you are involved with Dantrais.” He wasn’t gullible enough to let his guard down completely, but he found himself hoping she wasn’t connected to the evil Talent.
If she was—Dray would kill her in a heartbeat in order to save them all.
If she was. He’d deal with that when the time came.
For now, he wanted to know more about this lovely half-woman, half-waif who played with unsuspecting minds to strengthen her own skills.
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There you go. Life isn’t all love and games for these two. I’m anxious to hear what you think in a comment.
I know you’re jealous. Admit it. I’m the lucky one today and I am verra thrilled to be the caboose of the multi-blog scavenger hunt for sister TWRP debut author (and I’m proud to say, my friend!), Mackenzie Crowne’s Gift of the Realm. We’re doing an interview and she’s here to tell you more about why you will want to read this book—besides that enchanting and haunting cover and the scrumptious Colin! So let’s get this ranch jumping! Please give a Ranch welcome to Mac Crowne! *indicates the screen door in a grand gesture…gawks…at…*
Donovan O’Brian Quinn be me name.
Calisa:Wha-? Wait a minute…
Donovan: I’m pleased to make yer acquaintance. The lovely Calisa was kind enough to invite me to visit today, to tell ye about me book. Gift of the Realm, it’s called. Oh, I didn’t do the actual writing of the thing. Mackenzie Crowne had that honor, but the story is mine. I’m the star, ye see.
Calisa:Uh-huh… *glances around for the hidden camera then back at the dog talking? to her* Hello? *a talking dog! pinches her arm and winces* Am I being Punk’d? I thought Mac was supposed to be here today. Where’s Ashton? Oh, well. Who am I to turn away a talking dog? Welcome to the ranch, Donovan, was it?
Donovan:I know what ye be thinking’. A dog? Really? Dogs don’t type and they certainly don’t blog.
Calisa:Of course you know “what I be thinking.’ I just expressed that. What I want to know is…how?
Donovan:Well now, I’m here to tell ye, if ye hadn’t noticed already, an ordinary dog I’m not. An Irish wolfhound I be, living in the world of folklore and fairies in the mystical village of Dunhaven, Ireland, where strange and wonderful happenings are the norm. My people are Halflings, ye see. Ye might have heard of them. Keely and Colin Quinn be their names.
Calisa:Actually, I have— Ooh! That’s beautiful! I’ve always dreamed of going to Ireland and seeing a cliff like this one. *sighs*
Mac:Donovan!
*Calisa jumps from her reverie*
Donovan:*Yelp* Oh, Mac! Ye frightened a full seven years off me life. I didn’t see ye there. Tis the author herself, me friends. Say hello, Mac.
Calisa: Mac, what a pleasant surprise to see you! *eyeballs Donovan suspiciously*
Mac:Hello, everyone, nice to meet you. What are you up to, Donovan? Sorry, Calisa. I hope he’s not bothering you.
Calisa:Not at—
Donovan:I like that! Invited, I was. Calisa and I are having a wee visit. The lass smells of sweet, cinnamon candy, don’t ye know. I like that in a human.
Calisa:I didn’t actually know it was going to be Donovan, Mac. But since he’s here… He does say such kind, flattering things about me. And I do enjoy spicy cinnamon now and again…which Donovan noticed. Flattery…
Mac:Yes, she is a sweetheart. *winks at Calisa* A wee visit, huh?
Calisa:I don’t mind, really. And you are a sweet darlin, Mac. And he was about to tell me some of his story which I’d love to hear! I’m sure my Ranch guests are all ears, as well. I mean, how often does one have a chance to *chat* with a talking Irish dog?
Donovan:Aye. I’m sharing a bit of our story with the lads and lasses who’ve popped in for a visit. It’s a fine tale ye’ve woven, even if it tis a romance.
Mac:Keely and Colin don’t seem to mind Gift of the Realm is a romance.
Calisa:My guests and I LOVE romance! *bobs head back and forth between Mac and Donovan wondering if either are really listening to her*
Donovan:Hah! Humans, even those with fairie blood running through their veins, are silly with it when they find their one true mate. But I didn’t say I minded. After all, it’s a tale full of curses and fairies, and an ancient ring of stones. And then of course, there’s me. Who doesn’t love a tale includin’ a charmin’ Irish wolfhound?
Calisa:*raises hand, whispers* I do.
Mac:I’m not sure Keely would use the word charming. Not when you have a habit of digging up her lilacs.
Donovan:Ah, that. Well, I’m a dog, ain’t I? It’s what we do. And Keely doesn’t mind so much, not when her black wolf has a paw in that bit of mischief, more often than not.
Mac:Hmmm. *grins* She does have a soft spot for that Halfling of hers.
Donovan:And isn’t that how it should be, I ask ye? No matter. She can’t stay mad at me. Not for long, anyway. I helped her solve the mystery of the ring, after all.
Mac:Yes, you did, but you don’t want to share too much with your new friends here. You’ll spoil the story for them.
Donovan:Aye. Ye have a point. Still, we might tease them with a bit of our tail. An excerpt, I believe it’s called. Ye have one, don’t ye? And are ye still running yer scavenger hunt contest, over at yer own web home? The one where me friends have a chance at winning a free copy of Gift of the Realm and a $25 Amazon card?
*Calisa’s ears perk at this idea*
Mac:I do have an excerpt, and the Virtual Scavenger Hunt runs through today.
Donovan:And I’m thinkin’ ye should give away a free copy of our story right here, to one of the lovely Calisa’s friends.
Mac:That’s an excellent idea, Donovan. I’m glad you thought of it.
Calisa:*claps hands and hops in joy*
Donovan:Then what are ye waiting for? Give me friends the chains, so they can find out more about me…I mean, yer book.
Mac:I think you mean the links.
Calisa: *snickers*
Donovan:*snort* Dog, remember?
Mac:*laughs* Here are the excerpt and the links. And don’t stay too long. You’re scheduled for a grooming today.
Donovan: *growl* I thought to chat with me new friends a bit. There be dog lovers here, ye know. I’ll be gifting our book to one of them, after I hear what breed, other than Wolfhound, take their fancies. I’ll be along in me own good time.
Calisa:Erm… I love my Chihuahuas and cried when I had to find a new home for my beautiful Boxer… *eyes the cover of Mac’s book hungrily* Too bad hostesses can’t win. *pouts*
Mac:*waves at Calisa* Thanks, my friend. Don’t let him climb on the furniture. He sheds like crazy.
Calisa:That’s ok, Mac. I have plenty of duct tape around here I use for my own four-legged hair balls. *waves Mac off*
Donovan:*snort*
Calisa:What? I use the tape to remove hair from the furniture! Oh… Just let the visitors read the excerpt… *rolls eyes*
Excerpt:
She tossed a thick stalk onto the small pile at her feet and set the claw at another. Her continued silence said she was done with him and expected him to go.
He abused her of that expectation by taking a seat at the small table beside the garden. He sat with his legs spread, elbows propped on his knees. Donovan lifted his head to stare at him, his dark brows puckered above darker eyes that seemed to plead with him to bring peace to the garden once more.
“I am your friend, Keely,” Colin told her, “and I’d like to help if I can.”
She paused at her chore, tilting her head to eye him suspiciously from beneath the brow of the hat. “Why would you want to do that?”
He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “Well, now, there’s a question. It turns out I’m not the sort of man who can ignore a mystery.”
“That’s not the impression you gave yesterday.”
“Yesterday I was near to being speechless.” A slow smile spread across his face as he decided how to break through her pique. “A man can be excused for being a bit rattled when sitting across from a lovely woman who’s just admitted to dreaming of him for the better part of a decade.”
She fell back on her heels, her eyes widening. “I didn’t admit to dreaming of you, Quinn.” She jabbed the claw in his direction. “I said you joined me in the dreams.”
“You’d consider that a distinction, and yet you admit you’ve been dreaming of me. I prefer my own interpretation.” Confusion knit her brow, and he could see she wasn’t sure if she wanted to blast him for being an arrogant ass, or smile. He pressed the advantage. “I’ve a clearer head this morning, darlin’. I’m here to offer my help.”
She didn’t react to his use of the endearment, but he didn’t miss the flash of interest in her eyes at his offer of help. “How, exactly, do you propose to do that?”
“These dreams we share.” He paused, pleased to see a faint blush spreading color on her cheeks. “They always take place at the Door?”
She nodded.
“The way I see it, you’ve made Dunhaven your home, but you’ve spent little time here. I, on the other hand, have lived the whole of my life in Dunhaven, except for the time I spent at university, and you’ll not be holding that against me.”
“I won’t, huh?”
He grinned. “No, darlin’, you won’t.”
“Hmm.” She glanced away, fiddling with the tool clutched in her lap. He winked at Donovan, and gained a dog grin. Now they were getting somewhere.
Find Mac at: http://mackenziecrowne.com (The details of the Scavenger Hunt are there, as well as all the clues)
What a great excerpt, Mac!!! And I really think I might print and frame that cover just so I can drool over it. Remember, black wolf shifter fan here. Thank you so very much for the contest, Mac!
Donovan…it was wonderful, and interesting to meet you. Thanks for surprising me with your visit. What more can I say but, stay away from my lilacs—don’t lift that leg there! Go get your groom on.
For everyone else, don’t forget to visit Mac’s cyber home- which is one you don’t want to miss, it’s gorgeous! Leave a note in the ranch comment box telling Donovan your email and what your favorite dog breed is (except Wolfhounds- no buttering allowed on the ranch unless it’s by me!) for the chance at a FREE copy of Gift of the Realm!!!
I am so excited today! Because, because, because, becaaaaaause………. Because of the wonderful things she does!
Ok, I love The Wizard of Oz. I’m no Dorothy for sure, though I live in tornado alley with a tiny dog, Cocoa the temperamental Chihuahua.
But I’m singing praises for a wonderful woman by the name of Nancy Swanson today. Who? Let me explain.
Exactly one year ago I got an email with these words in it:
“My request for a contract is still with my senior editor, who says she will give me an answer on it sometime at the beginning of this coming week. So, anxious as both you and I are to go forward, we will await her decision and I’ll let you know as soon as possible.
Have a happy Mother’s Day anyway!”
Indeed that promised a spectacular Mother’s Day, 2011! Four days later I was out most of the day, it was Saturday, and when I got home I had an email waiting for me titled:
“thumbs up for HOME”
That email started out:
“Just got word from my senior editor…it’s a go! As soon as I can get a mouse to work with my laptop I’ll send you the contract documents…”
So, the reason for my excitement today is that it was the beginning of my dreams all coming true. I would finally be a published author! And true to her word, Nan Swanson- my beautiful editor at The Wild Rose Press- sent me the contract soon after! She was on her way to the annual TWRP retreat when she sent me the first email and just home again when I got the second one. That was the longest week in my writing history, let me tell ya!
Now a year later I’m waiting for my first payday for that Vintage Rosette, my Scrimshaw Doll short story, HOME, proudly listed under this lovely Logo on the website.
Of course, my editor isn’t the only one I have to thank for my first book becoming a splendid reality. It wouldn’t be nearly as appealing to look at on Kindle, PC or Nook (or whatever you use to read it) without the stunning job Tina Lynn Stout did on my gorgeous cover! I adore the colors and soft appearance Tina chose to bring out the effects of the era. That car is perfect to reflect the 60′s.
Most of all, I have to thank Rhonda Penders and RJ Morris- - for taking a chance on me and over-looking my neurotic tendencies and offering that coveted contract! And to Lisa who made getting my baby out there possible with her talented marketing skills! Here’s to The Wild Rose Press!!!
In the acceptance of my story, TWRP also enabled me to meet the bestest group of writers in Cyberland or print! I adore and love my Sister Roses!!!! They (ya’ll) have made this last year a fun ride. Thank you and raise your glasses in a toast to all Roses!
So…in celebration of the event– I’m giving away a copy of Home to one lucky commenter and I’ll throw in a real signature Rose Rock from my town here in Oklahoma! These are sandy rocks that, because of the sulphur in the dirt and sand in this area and the way water runs over the terrain, forms unusual and unique rose-shaped formations.
They are not always distinct as you can see by these pictures.
(Rose Rock for a USA commenter only)
And since my name is Rhose…
Neat. Huh?
Join me in my celebration and win a book and a Rose!!! I’m verra excited to gift someone with my book!!!!!!
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I write contemporary and paranormal romance, with sensuality as the key ingredient and spice for kick.
Living in the Oklahoma countryside with my husband is all the inspiration I need.