Guest Blog/Interview

Fellow Crimson Romance author Galen Rose was kind enough to host me on her blog today and spotlight Coming Home.  If you’d like to read the interview, check it out here. Read Galen’s “About” page to learn more about her; she’s tried her hand at some pretty cool things–the Celtic jewelry bit caught my eye!

And check out her books, too!

Work In Progress

Crimson Romance is looking for short stories for some collections of holiday romances, and I’m tempted to throw my hat into the ring even though shorter stories aren’t my area of expertise.  Well, I’m not sure that longer stories are either, but at least I’ve published a couple of those.  🙂

So I’m working on one to submit for the Christmas collection, and it’s about a woman who encounters someone who used to pick on her in junior high and now years later doesn’t seem to recognize her.  At first she plans on chewing him out, but through a few twists and turns, she realizes he’s not at all the same person he used to be and that he also had a much sadder past than she ever knew.  She also realizes that she’s starting to really like the man he is now.

So what do you think?  Former bullies aren’t traditionally romantic heroes, but I always like a little redemption in a story, and that’s what I’m aiming for here.  Plus Christmas is a great time to celebrate forgiveness, too.

Here’s the opening scene:

It was probably inviting the worst kind of karma to be contemplating murder during the holiday season of all times, but that didn’t phase Trish Ackerly in the slightest as she stared through her bakery’s storefront window in shock.

It was him.  Ian Rafferty, bane of her junior high school existence.  She’d know that face anywhere, despite the changes in it.  Sure, he was a couple of feet taller now and certainly broader shouldered, but as he glanced away from the winter scene she had painted on the window only yesterday and at a passing car that whizzed by much too fast on the busy city street, the profile he presented to her confirmed it.  Yes, it was him.  That same nose, the odd little scar above his eye, the familiar way he quirked his lips…

Her eyes narrowed.  Ian Rafferty.  That miserable, mean-spirited little—

Then he turned his face back to the window, and Trish gasped and dropped to the floor before he could spot her staring at him.

“What on earth are you doing?” came Nadia’s voice from behind the counter.

Trish huddled behind a tall metal trash can and glanced up through her dark bangs at her startled friend and business partner only to remember belatedly that they had company in the shop, namely wizened little Mrs. Beasley, whose startled eyes blinked at her from behind enormous tortoise-shell spectacles.

Well, there was little help for it now.  “That guy,” Trish hissed, jerking one

thumb in the direction of the window.  “I know him!”

Both Nadia and Mrs. Beasley peered intently through the glass.  “Mmm,” said Nadia appreciatively a moment later.  “Lucky you, girlfriend.”

“No, not lucky me!  That guy made my life a living hell in junior high.  He’s a jerk, he’s a bully—“

“He’s coming in here, dear,” Mrs. Beasley interrupted her, with obvious interest in her voice.

With a squeak of alarm, Trish shuffled hastily behind the counter on her hands and knees and hunched into as small and inconspicuous a ball as she could.

Nadia blinked.  “Trish, are you out of your—“
“Sh!”

“Oh, you did not just shush me—“

“SHH!” Trish insisted again, knowing full well that she’d pay for it later, and then she pulled her head down into her shoulders as much as her anatomy would allow.

The bell on the door jangled cheerfully then, and a gust of cold air heralded Ian Rafferty’s arrival.

“Hi, there,” Nadia greeted him brightly, surreptitiously giving Trish’s foot a little dig with one of her own.  “Welcome to Heavenly Bites.  What can I get for you?”

“Cup of coffee would be great for starters,” came a voice that was deep but soft, and far less reptilian than Trish expected.  She cocked her head slightly to better catch his words and heard the unmistakable sound of him blowing on his hands and rubbing them together to warm them.  “Cream, no sugar.”

“Sure thing, honey.”

“Your window art,” his voice continued, and Trish straightened ever so slightly at the mention of her work.  “It’s fantastic.  Can I ask who painted it?”

“Absolutely,” Nadia returned, turning her attention to getting the coffee he requested.  “My business partner, Trish.”

“Is she around, by any chance?”

Nadia glanced down at where Trish sat scrunched up and did what Trish thought was a very poor job of suppressing a smirk.  “She’s, um, indisposed at the moment.  Why do you ask?”

“I’ve got a couple of windows that could use a little holiday cheer.  Think she might be interested in the job?”

Nadia gave Trish another brief sideways glance.

Trish shook her head frantically.

“Tell you what.  Leave me your number, and we’ll find out.”  Nadia stepped out of reach before Trish could smack her leg.

“Great, thanks.  Here’s my card.”

“I’ll see that she gets it, Mr.—“  Nadia glanced at the card.  “—Rafferty.  Here’s your coffee, and you, sir, have a very nice day.”

The bell on the door jingled again, and Trish cautiously poked her head up long enough to verify that Ian was indeed gone.  She then ignored the fascinated look Mrs. Beasley was giving her and fixed an icy stare on Nadia.  “I’m going to kill you.  How could you do that?”

Nadia tossed her dark braids over her shoulder.  “Hmph.  Shush me in my own shop…”

“I don’t want to talk to that guy!  I don’t want to have anything to do with him.”

“He seemed nice enough to me,” her friend returned, shrugging unapologetically.  “And easy on the eyes, too.”

“And single,” put in Mrs. Beasley eagerly, one wrinkled hand fluttering over her heart.  “No wedding ring.”

“Of course there’s no ring!  No woman wants to marry the devil!”  Trish sank back down onto the floor and leaned back heavily against the shelves behind her.

“He used to be the devil,” Nadia corrected her, examining the business card he had handed to her.  “Now he’s ‘Ian Rafferty, Landscape Architect’.  And he’s a paying customer, Trish.  Face it, you could use the money.”

“Forget it.  I’m not so hard up that I’d go crawling to Ian Rafferty for a job.”  Trish scowled and folded her arms across her chest.  “I have my dignity, you know.”

“Yeah?  Why don’t you get up off the floor and tell me all about your dignity.”

“Oh, shut up,” Trish muttered, getting to her feet and snatching the card from Nadia’s hand.  Wadding it up, she tossed it in the direction of the trashcan and stalked into the bakery’s kitchen.

*     *    *

So what do you think?

Second Book On The Way…

I’m thrilled to say that my publisher, Crimson Romance, has offered me a contract on a second manuscript I submitted to them.  Yahoo!  I’m so excited!  The working title is The Bargain, but I don’t know if it will keep that or not.  Too early to say.  Now if Barnes and Noble will just make my first book available online, I’ll be all set…  🙂

Book Giveaway

The Harlequin Junkie website has just posted a spotlight on ten Crimson Romance novels, including Coming Home, at this link, and it includes a book giveaway.  It looks like you can enter to win one of five two-book packages.  The offer expires in a couple more days, so if you’re interested, hurry on over and check it out.  Nothing better than free, right?

Have a good one!

Spotlight Opportunities

It’s almost time for my book, Coming Home, to make its official “debut.”  Pretty cool.  What’s also pretty cool is that tomorrow I’m supposed to be featured on The Book Pushers website in their Debut Author Feature.  I’ll post a link as soon as I confirm that it’s really and truly up and running and not just, say, some weird mix-up in which they’ve gotten me confused with Danielle Steel or someone like that.  You know, because Danielle and I get confused for each other all the time…

My publisher, Crimson Romance, also just emailed me to say that another website, Harlequin Junkies, is going to be spotlighting ten of the Crimson Romance titles, and mine is one of them.  Pretty cool again.  That post is supposed to be March 23rd.

Every little bit of marketing helps, right?  And speaking of marketing, if you read the book and you like it, I’d be grateful if you could post a review on Amazon and Goodreads.  If you don’t like it, then, um…never mind!

Special Offer Through Woman’s Day & Crimson Romance

The April issue of Woman’s Day magazine is on newsstands right now, and it’s got a special offer that you can take advantage of if you’re interested.  Crimson Romance is partnering up with Woman’s Day to advertise an offer for a free e-book from the Crimson online collection.  For those of us with books coming out from Crimson, it’s an exciting opportunity for the general public to learn more about our publisher, so we’re very happy!  If you’d like to get a copy of the free e-book, here’s a link to the web page with the information.

The book is called Catch a Falling Star, and it’s a very cute and enjoyable read.  I encourage you to check it out, and remember:  free!

 

 

Update On Book Release: Coming Home

I just got an email from my publisher that info about my debut novel–I just love writing that!–is available on their website now.  Cover art is not available yet, but I still get a kick out of reading the book description that’s up and seeing my name beside it.

Eeeeee!

Sorry.  Just had to get that out of my system.

If you’d like to see it for yourself, click here to visit Coming Home’s page on the Crimson Romance website.  If you’re interested in reading an excerpt, check out the link on my Fiction page here on my own website.

Eeeeeeee!

Sorry.  Last time, I promise.

For now.