Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Introducing TD Jones an XoXo Publishing Author




I'd like to take a moment and welcome TD. Jones to my blog. She is a fellow XoXo Publishing author who has published Wedding Dresses and Spurs with them. I'm grateful that she took a moment to stop by and answer a few questions I sent her. Everyone at XoXo is very 'family' like and we all enjoy chipping in and hanging out together. So with out further delay, here is TD. Jones!











1.      First off why did you become a writer? I’ve always had a love for writing. It’s in my blood.

2.      What does your husband think of your writing? I don’t have a husband, but do have someone I call The Man. I really don’t think I impress him that much. I think no matter how famous I get, he still thinks I should do the cooking.

3.      Is there a genre you want to write in but haven’t yet? I would love to write a big mystery novel.

4.      What inspires you to write? Everything around me inspires me. I look at the world as my research.

5.      Do you have a special place to write in your home? I have a home office which I love to escape to, but here lately I seem to take my laptop to bed with me.

6.      How did you come up with the idea for your current title? Wedding Dresses and Spurs came to me one night when the character woke me from a sleep and was telling me about a wedding dress she was making for a cowboy’s family member.

7.      Are any characters based on you? I think each character I write has a pinch of me, but no not totally on me. If I had to pick up from this book, it would be Rose. I’m a true blond sometimes.

8.      How long does it take you to write your books? Each book is different. If the characters are really talking it only takes a couple of months. I work full time so nights and weekends are the only times I get to write, so sometimes its can seem really slow.

9.      Who is your favorite author? I love Sandra Brown…but have many that I would call my favorites.

10.  What's in the future for you? I hope a lot more books. I set my goals pretty high for myself so we will see if I reach them.

Fire Round:
Chocolate or Vanilla-Chocolate
Favorite Color-Blue
Morning Noon or Night-Early morning
Weekdays or Weekends-I love my weekends
Favorite Holiday-Christmas
Favorite Vacation Spot-Hawaii
Favorite Sport-Baseball, love it when the guys are warming up.
Favorite Saying-what goes around comes around

Links where I can be found.
Facebook: TD Jones/ Author

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Perfect Tuesday Night..Oh Poor Nikole




I’m sitting here on a typical Tuesday night with the biggest smile on my face. I’m trying to remember a night in the last five months that can top this and I just don’t think there is one. My night started out typical, driving home from work and chatting with my besties on the telephone when I pull into the driveway and look at the email notification that popped up.

The local comic book store just ordered four of my new release Maverick Touch! I thought that was where my good news day would end, and I would have been completely happy too. I walk in tell the hubby, see the smile on his face. It was perfect!!

I sit down and eat dinner then we watch a bit of Being Human when my facebook notification goes off and my friend Sharlane is in my messenger telling me “Really, Really, REALLY! That’s how you end the book!!!” That’s when the laughs start. It’s quite a one sided conversation and she goes on and on about my world, my made up Algula world.

She tells me, Poor Zayn, that ending, just poor Zayn. And Nikole, she needs to be spanked, I hope Alec spanks her in Blood Yellow.

Perfect, utterly perfect. There is nothing greater than the fans really feeling involved in the characters. Let’s not forget the torture scenes…blown away Sharlane was. I love it. It makes all the hard work, time, energy and sweat that I poured into Blood Purple worth it. 

Here is her exact quote “Yes you can say that Sharlane said your book rocked and needs more spanking. No really loved it. The torture scenes... Where the hell did you come up with that? Damn poor Nikole.”

So for this random Tuesday night I have to say – this is one happy freaking author!

Thank you Sharlane for sharing your experience with me!!!



 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

As Time Goes On…History of Saint Patrick’s Day and What it Means to Me




It’s that special time of the year where you have to pile on the green or be prepared to get pinched. Have you ever wondered where this crazy tradition started? I know most people know it’s an Irish holiday but why do we observe it and when did the pinching start? The Irish have observed the feast of Saint Patrick for over a thousand years. The traditional Irish celebration includes dancing, drinking and a feast. Now what does that feast include? Bacon and Cabbage.

What is it with Bacon it sure is popping up everywhere it seems … Moving on … Have you ever wondered where the Shamrock came from and why it is used? The Shamrock is a symbol of the rebirth of spring and its use began to be prominent when the English started to take over the Irish lands and outlaw the Irish language and practice of Catholicism. This was how the Irish men and women were able to keep their pride and show their displeasure with the Crown of England.

Most of the music you hear during Saint Patrick ’s Day stems from the ancient days of the Celts. Music is of major importance in most Irish national’s lives and using the Celtic Music was a perfect way to express this. Most of the culture the Celts observed is passed on through music. This also helped during the days of the oppression for native Irish citizens to remember all of the events that had transpired through their history. This worked up until Queen Elizabeth I put a ban on music, well not must music but all Arts. Anyone caught performing as an artist or piper was to be arrested and hanged on the spot.

Now who was Saint Patrick and why does he have this day of feast? Most people have heard the tales of how he stood hilltop and banished the snakes from Ireland. For those of you who know Ireland’s history you might recall that Snakes are not indigenous to Ireland. The ‘snake’ was used as a metaphor; the reality of it was Saint Patrick helped eradicate pagan ideology from Ireland. Within a short time (200 years) Christianity had completely taken over and became the religion of choice.

And finally, The Leprechaun. Did you know that the Leprechaun was not associated with St. Patrick’s Day until Walt Disney made a film called “Darby O’Gill & the Little People”? Prior to this, Lebrechauns came from the Celtic believe in fairies. They were tiny men and women and the possessed magical abilities and could serve good or evil. They were cranky souls and known for their trickery. So you see The Leprechaun aspect is very Americanized and has nothing to do with the actual meaning and tradition of the Catholic Holy Day of March 17th.

Now that we have all the facts down, what does this mean to me? Growing up my Grandfather always made sure to express how important the Irish roots are in our family. You see, most of you know that the Blood Series is from my Arabic roots but there is a whole other half of me, my mom’s half. The Irish half. The one thing everyone who knew my grandfather can attest too was how he always ‘prayed for the Irish.’ His last month with us he would talk to me about my writing, he was just as excited as I was when I was accepted at XoXo Publishing. However, the one thing I was lacking, according to him, was a good Irish story. He made me promise him that there would be characters based on his roots, based on our family and that they would not be vampires. That still makes me laugh. Thus the birth of Bud’s Christmas Wish, which I am turning into a holiday series, book two will be Bud’s Christmas Miracle. (I have to give my hubby props for that, as he came up with the title)

My grandpa had a green suit, he was the tallest Leprechaun in the world – or so I thought when I was a wee little girl. He used to do a dance outside of the garage that magically opened the doors. It was all part of his Irish-ness…to me. While I never have been to Ireland I very much feel like the Irish is a part of my roots. My grandfather kept our heritage alive and inside of me. My mother says that the movie ‘Waking Ned Devine’ resembles his family and I remember the look he always made when I teased about that.

So I sit here, March 17th, 2013, the first Saint Patrick’s Day without my beloved Grandfather and my heart feels sad. I miss the man who taught me so much, the man who made me laugh and the man who gave me a culture that is cherished by so many around the world.

 
Check out my New Release Maverick Touch: The Cat coming out Monday March 25th!
Reporter Nadia Maverick takes an adventure through the underbelly of her town where she discovers that even the criminal life she had been reporting on isn't quite like it seemed.

Things turn bad for Nadia when in the middle of an investigation the tables are turned and she becomes the one under the watchful eye of Mr. A. Everyone becomes a suspect when Nadia turns up missing.

Who will be there to set her free? Read and see.





If a dream is a wish your heart makes, can it hear those things we want even if we don’t what they are? When sorrow brings young Lucy home to a land full of mystery, steeped in tradition and coloured with unspoken magic, she finds herself re-evaluating her life and her own place in it. Things are never what they seem and people are seldom what you THINK them to be if all you base it on is what your eyes see and not what your soul knows. There’s a fine line between destiny and duty, but when both are blended with love, who knows what miracles can occur at Christmas.
Purchase it here…






Read my Current Release Blood Purple
In a world we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective. Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula. Vampire. And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog Take 2 Day 4: Featuring Johanna Rae

I am very excited to host Johanna Rae. Her first book, The Mercenary is one of the best books I have ever read about shifters. And I love shifters! It was amazing so this excerpt I was totally jonesing to read when she sent it to me. I hope you enjoy it!!




I chose this scene to share because I feel it sets the tone for the whole book. It is presented to the reader part way through Chapter One and gives hint to the turbulent emotions Jodie is experiencing after where book one in the series finished off. It also provides an insight as to the style I write my shape shifters in, giving the reader a taste of all aspects of their life, not just their human sides. The Fury is estimated to be released near the middle of 2013.

EXCERPT FROM
Therian Secrets Book Two – The Fury
Johanna Rae

If Doug got engrossed enough in his work she might have as long as thirty minutes, if bored she could have as short as ten. Jodie needed to make it all the way across the expansive back lawn to the security fence before Doug did his next sweep.
Being as quiet as possible Jodie crept into the kitchen, shutting the door behind her. She tiptoed down the security passage, and pushed open the heavy steel door at the other end. Could it really be that simple? She wondered as she escaped out into the night.
The evening dew had already settled on the grass, and it felt refreshingly cool under her hot Therian feet. Jodie’s giraffe printed pajamas flapped about her legs as she ran, her long black hair billowing out behind her. I’m free! I’m going to make it; I’m actually going to make it.
She realized her mistake a split second ahead of time but by then she’d already put her hand on the security panel of the gate to the woods, fingers clasped around the wrought iron handle. They never locked it from the house side, so Jodie didn’t have to know the combination.
However as she began to drag open the gate, she realized even without being locked it would trip a sensor when opened, Doug would know she’d escaped. Just as the thought crossed her mind the overhead floodlights came on, illuminating Jodie like a performer on stage. For a second or two she froze and looked back at the house, her hair whipping about her face in the light breeze. Maybe Doug wouldn’t notice.
Yeah right. The heavy steel door to the house burst open, swinging back on its hinges so hard it almost closed again. Rufus stopped it with his arm, the muscles bunching in his bicep as he absorbed the impact. Oh great, Doug sent Rufus.
“Jodie!” He yelled as his massive bulk bypassed all six steps and sailed down to the ground below. “Don’t do this girl!”
I’ve got the gate open, what am I waiting for? Realization hit and Jodie bolted. As soon as she’d made it out of Rufus’s line of sight, Jodie stripped off her nightclothes and shifted forms. When the golden spotted fur had rolled down her limbs, and her body flowed into its alternate shape, Jodie felt as comforted as if she were in the company of an old friend.
At six feet seven and with the body mass of a small country, she knew that it would not take Rufus long to get to the gate. Though she sprinted as fast as she could, Jodie knew that she didn’t have much chance of outrunning him.
An almighty bellow told her he had shifted too. Rufus’s second form could be just as intimidating as his human one. As with most Therians, his polar bear stood much larger than it would be found occurring in the wild, those long lumbering strides of his would cover ground fast. Jodie had speed on her side but she took several strides for every single one of his. Flattening her ears against the sides of her head and growling deep in her throat, Jodie fought to push herself even harder.
She could hear branches snapping as the bear crashed through the undergrowth. Desperate to put distance between them, she pushed onward.  The plan had seemed like such a good idea fifteen minutes ago. Now Jodie tore through the forest in the wrong direction, trying to outrun someone fighting to protect her, someone she cared about. What the hell am I doing?
Behind her Rufus gained ground much quicker than she’d anticipated. He bellowed again, and Jodie felt the sound in her very bones. How angry is he? Jodie had never made Rufus mad before, and she didn’t think now a very good time to start.
Though not as articulate or academically smart as some of the guys in the Unit, Rufus Ramanui had a sense of honor that spoke for itself. A gentleman in every sense of the word, he fought hard for those he loved. The most selfless person Jodie knew, Rufus protected his family with a fierceness that could not be put into words. Even though Jodie wasn’t actually an agent in the unit, nor of his blood, Rufus had told her several times that he classed her as family. He wouldn’t let her get away, how could he? How could he keep her safe if she went off roaming around in the woods by herself?
Jodie caught a scent, and her feline instincts started to kick in. Oh crap, how long is it since I last hunted? Jodie knew the answer, too long. As unavoidable as that might be, she didn’t want to think about it right now. She tried to keep running from Rufus, but every part of her wanted to chase after the possum that she’d smelled.  Jodie’s paws skidded in the dirt as it finally got the better of her, and she made a sharp banking turn, taking off in the other direction.
Even upon bear features Jodie could see the surprise as she ran straight at Rufus. He tried to slow down but he’d gathered considerable speed, making it almost impossible to come to a dead stop so suddenly. Jodie dropped into a crouch and then sprang upward, jumping right over his enormous form. It would take time for Rufus to turn and pick up pace. Even though it hadn’t been intentional, Jodie had just given herself a lead. Another roar echoed through the trees as she pelted through the undergrowth. Yep, he’s definitely pissed off.
Jodie had the possum between her teeth when Rufus caught up to her. Lying relaxed on the leaf-littered forest floor, she began to devour her prize. Dragging himself into a sitting position, he towered above her, looking down in quiet discernment.


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Sisterhood Of the Traveling Blog Sites

http://blog.amylkessler.com/ 
http://ashleynemer.blogspot.com
http://aaronspeca.blogspot.com
http://johannamrae.blogspot.com/
http://lsbroomfield.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSherrieHenry
http://stacymoran.blogspot.com/
http://torienjames.blogspot.com
http://traceysteinbachmichael.webs.com/apps/blog/