Posted by: Author | March 17, 2012

Another Guest- Lynette Endicott

JILLIAN: My guest today is fellow Desert Breeze Publishing author, Lynette Endicott. She’s here to tell us about the origins of her new release, More Than A Job. We have an excerpt as well. Check it out! Sounds like a great read to me.

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LYNETTE: Where the story came from: I have worked in the disability and rights and justice field for all my professional life. I still do quality reviews and consulting in organizations providing these services, and I see many different philosophies and level of quality. Besides telling Paige’s story of starting over – so many are reinventing today! — I also wanted to give a taste of some important values around services and around life.

Blurb: When Paige Hamilton is fired from her 10-year career, it is Josh Robinson who helps her pick up the pieces. A team of family members and friends walk with her as she starts a journey to a new life. All that is threatened when she learns who Joshua really is and blames him for a life-threatening injury to a close friend.

EXCERPT

They had reached her car door. She unclipped her keys from her belt, and found the weight of them in her hand odd. Where she had carried a dozen keys — for her office, group homes, med cabinets, and fire alarm systems representing her job responsibilities — now she had only two. Her car key and her apartment key seemed very lonely on the large hook.

“You go ahead and sit, and I’ll bring your box.”

She kept her eyes on his back as he moved away and shivered in the autumn air, aware of the loss of his body heat. She popped open her trunk and waited for him, still standing, reluctant to drive away.

He placed the box into the trunk and turned, taking both her hands in his and examining her palms.

“You need a little first aid. I see you’re prepared.” His words were ironic, really. Would she have carried a first aid kit in her trunk if her job hadn’t required it? He nodded toward the mounted white box. “May I?”

“Thank you, yes.” Usually she would have said no. She didn’t like needing help and tended to push away such offers. She could take care of herself. But she didn’t want him to go just yet. His hands were warm and felt good holding hers.

He guided her to the driver’s seat where she sat sideways, feet on the pavement, while he got the first aid kit, then knelt to clean and dress the scrapes on her hands. He dabbed at her knees with the wipes, too, but appeared baffled by how to work around her torn hosiery.

“Here, let me. They’re ruined anyway.” She tore the fabric open at each knee, giving him full access to her wounds. He rested a palm on the side of one knee to steady his hand as he cleaned away the gravel. The gentleness of his fingers against her legs was very professional. So why did she sense a shiver of eroticism underneath his almost medical touch?

“You’re good at this,” she said, once the gauze pads were firmly in place, the bandages neat and tight. He gave her a little smile. “I’ve bandaged a few scrapes in my time.” He looked up, catching her in the rich chocolate of his eyes. “Never for so beautiful a patient, though. Now, which ankle is bothering you? Let me give it a look.”

Paige extended her left foot. “This one, although it’s better. I twisted it when I went down, but it’s not too sore. I don’t think it’s sprained.”

The man felt her ankle, probing a little. “No pain? I can wrap it for you if you want.”

“No, I don’t think it’s necessary. It’s nothing a little rest won’t fix. I’m okay, really.”

He nodded, snapped the first aid kit closed, and returned it to its rack, pushing down on the trunk lid to latch it, then wiping his hands with another wipe. He collected the trash, and she held out her hands for it. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” Such inadequate words. Without his gentle insistence, she might still be sobbing on the asphalt. She stuffed the trash into the bag by the seat and turned to look at him. “You’ve been so kind to me, and I don’t even know your name.” She extended a bandaged hand in greeting. “I’m Paige.”

“Joshua.” He grasped her hand gently in a handshake, then covered their joined hands with his other hand. “You gonna be all right, Paige?”

Drat it all. Sympathy undid her every time. She sucked in a quick breath, bit her lip, fought back her tears, and nodded. She sniffed, horrified her nose was running, and worse, turning red as tears gathered in her eyes. Time to get out of here. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for helping.”

“My pleasure. I hope we’ll meet again another day.”

Before she could question herself, before she could berate herself as a fool under stress, Paige gave in to an impulse. She leaned toward him where he bent over her, fished the pen from the breast pocket of his Western suit, and turned his hand palm up. She scribbled her cell phone number on the smooth brown surface, right along his long life line.

“If you mean it, call me in a week or two.” She loved the way his eyes widened, then crinkled in a smile. “Maybe I’ll be having a better day.”

“Count on it.”

Posted by: Author | March 16, 2012

Friday Facts- March 16, 2012- Xebec

An xebec is a ship that was used mostly on the Mediterranean Sea in the sixteenth to eighteenth centuries. They were used as trading vessels and were quite fast. They had unique overhangs on the bows that aided in their speed. They were lightweight and used by pirates and corsairs (privateers) as well.

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Posted by: Author | March 15, 2012

Rigoletto, A review

I attended the opera on Sunday with my dear friend, Emmy. She’s such a great soul to be around. She’s always been a supportive friend and we have so many wonderful conversations, she is a joy in my life. On one of our excursions, we saw Jesus Christ Superstar and we both hated the production. It was a cacophony of sound and screeching. We laughed so hard on the way home, I thought I’d wreck the car. We decided if we could have fun even in the midst of that, that we were soul mates. Lol.

Sunday’s opera was a beautiful experience. The male singers are always my favorites and this time was no exception. The young man playing the duke was very hot. The first act, first scene he had on no shirt and in the third act, he took off his shirt again. Le sigh. He also rocked the boots and breeches look. They had this crazy huge codpiece on him in the first act as well. That cracked me up.

The gentleman playing Rigoletto was superb. His voice was beautiful and I got chills from the first notes of the show listening to him. The soprano playing the daughter was okay. She was one of those that I don’t really care for as she had a screech on the highest notes. Man, that can hurt. Deep down the ear canal.

The mezzo soprano who played Maddelena was excellent. She had a wonderful voice and the scene she played with the duke was awesome. They were sooo sexy together. I posted a song above I think you might recognize from the opera.

Oh, and I told Emmy when it was over that had the heroine been in a romance novel, she’d be one of the “too stupid to live” ones.

Posted by: Author | March 14, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | March 13, 2012

Liv Rancourt is in the House!

Jillian: Today’s superstar guest is Liv Rancourt. She’s a fellow writer with Still Moments Publishing and is in a couple of the same anthologies with me. Today she’s going to chat about Spellbound Hearts. The Still Moments team is pretty awesome and all the writers there are super friendly. Liv and I bonded over our equally outrageous senses of fun and humor. Welcome, Liv. Thanks for coming in!

LIV: Jillian – Thanks so much for sharing your blog space with me today. I always love being here. 😉

So one day I sat down to write a story. I didn’t have much, just a notebook and a pencil – because I cannot write in pen without turning it into a huge line-out-fest – and the image of a rocker chick sitting in a ratty dressing room waiting to go on-stage. Her name was Kat and she was fighting a huge battle with stage fright. When one of her bandmates came to check on her, the first word out of her mouth started with the letter ‘F’. As in, “F… you”. Um, Kat had anger issues. She still does.

Writing that scene led to another scene and another, and pretty soon I had a whole world in mind, a world in which the fae(or “fairies”, to use their common name) keep a low profile. It’s difficult for them to live in the human world because they’re sensitive to iron and their powerful auras interfere with electronics. For the most part, the fae in my story keep to the Winter Valley, a place that’s separate from the rest of the world, where they can live without exposure to the things they find toxic, and where they tend to the anima that sustains all life.

I finished the draft of that novel, and although I’ve had people read it I’m not sure it’ll ever be ready for prime time. That’s okay, though. It left me with a world and with characters that have turned up in other stories, like Temptation’s Touch, a short piece that is coming soon in the “Spellbound Hearts” anthology from Still Moments Publishing.

One of the tricky wrinkles that the fae must deal with is that when they’re in a love relationship, their auras can bond, making things more-or-less permanent. It’s possible to end such relationships, but it shreds their auras, leaving both parties seriously disabled for a period of time. As I was writing the nameless novel, I wondered how a fae couple would handle things if they were attracted to each other but didn’t want to end up with one of these permanent bonds. One possible answer is this story of Geri, a young girl who’s half fae but was raised by human foster parents, unaware of her true nature. It takes traveling to the Winter Valley alone to convince her that the she’s really more than human, and when she’s there she meets a handsome young fae, with romantic results. She’s a city girl with a lot to learn about herself, and I hope you check out this story and the others in “Spellbound Hearts” (like Jillian’s!).

(Excerpt from Temptation’s Touch)

Geri stood up and went to the window. The snow was falling in thick waves and frost was crawling up from the corners of the panes of glass. “I got over here, but then I couldn’t get back. I think it was the old tree’s fault.”

He nodded. “That oak is very powerful.”

Geri turned back towards the fire, trying not to stare at Alain. His clothing seemed to give off a spicy scent, like curry mixed with incense. “Can you take me back?”

“I have only crossed once, and that was with a companion.” He shrugged, and if he was human she would have said he looked embarrassed. “There are those at the main dwelling that could bring you back.”

“How far away is that?” She went back to the bench and pulled the comforter over her lap.

“It is a brief ride in good weather, but this storm is too heavy.”

“Ride?” Geri felt stupid, because she had no idea what he meant.

The look Alain gave her was equally puzzled. “You heard the horse outside.”

“Um, I heard something. I’ve only ever heard horses in the movies. You really rode a horse to get here?”
Alain leaned back in the chair and laughed. “Of course.”

“Whatever.” Geri rolled her eyes. This couldn’t get any weirder. “Maybe when I don’t show up for work tomorrow, Gladiola will send Kat to look for me.”

He stopped laughing, though there was still the shadow of a smile on his face. “True, but Katrienne is likely to take her time. Tomorrow, if the weather is better, I will bring you to the main dwelling.”

“So we stay here tonight?” Something fluttered under Geri’s ribs at the thought of being alone with this handsome fae.

“There are stores in the Valley and I brought a few things. If you can find your fae form, there is warmer clothing.”

Geri laughed to cover her confusion. “What the hell is my fae form?”

“The fae form,” he said, gesturing to himself, “is taller, longer.” He shrugged, his silver eyes shining with laughter.

“Like you.”

“We can all take both forms.” He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. As he exhaled, something shifted and Geri blinked. Sitting across from her was a very handsome man, not quite six feet tall, with chiseled features and unusual grey eyes. The tunic that had fit so well now drooped a little at the shoulders and hung down over his hands.

“Cool,” she sighed, then blushed and looked away.

His laughter made her blush harder. “Try it,” he said. She shut her eyes. “No, wait.”

Her eyes sprang open. “What?”

“Each sleeping room has a chest full of old clothing for guests to borrow. When you take the fae form, what you are wearing now may become…uncomfortable.”

Geri had a quick picture of splitting the sides of her jeans and sitting in front of this beautiful creature in her underpants. “Maybe I’ll just stay human-looking.”

“But you would make a pretty fae.” Alain said with a grin. “Go change your clothes, halfen, and then try.”

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Posted by: Author | March 12, 2012

Special Guest, Julie Lindsay

Jillian: Today’s guest is Julie Lindsay. I met her on Twitter and she’s adorable. I think you’ll enjoy her post and her story Bloom. Check it out! Welcome, Julie!

Julie: Thanks for having me over to visit your blog Jillian! I’m honored to be here and sad to be wrapping up my first blog tour. While I’m visiting though, I thought I’d share about why I write sweet romance.
Sweet romance is so…well, sweet!

I love writing romance. When love is in the air, life is more interesting. It’s true what they say about food tasting sweeter and the sun shining brighter. Being in love is an other-worldly experience and everyone should do it as often as possible. I am a firm believer. You can quote me on that. My poor husband has his hands full. Trust me.

Writing sweet romance is different from writing contemporary romance because the physical contact is limited. In contemporary romance the author builds up to the physical connection which changes everything. That moment when they finally seal the deal and open their eyes to something new, more beautiful than they imagined …never comes in a sweet romance. Without the physical union to bond my characters in a deeper way, I get an added challenge. Believe me, I know how important those scenes are. The consummation is very very important. I admit to skimming my share of pages to get to that scene myself LOL

But in sweet romance, the buildup is the story and the solidification comes with the exchange of “I love you” s. The characters hold their breath and put their hearts on the line hoping the sentiment is returned. Sweet romance is solely an emotional ride. Please see me swooning as I type this. I am feeling weak in the knees.

I love the idea of writing an entire book in the minds of the main characters. Pulling out their deep emotional fears and urges makes me squirm in a fun way. We all have so much hidden junk that clogs up our relationships, and in writing sweet romance I have all the time I need to drag it out and mess with the couple at hand. Developing a relationship between two flawed characters makes me really happy. It feeds my need to believe love truly can conquer all. Life is full of wonderful, amazing experiences, but I believe the greatest of them is love.

I hope you’ll visit Honey Creek. It’s a beautiful place where anything can happen. Kick off your shoes, relax into that porch swing and cuddle up to a steamy hot toddy. Taking a trip to Honey Creek is as easy as Amazon : ) See you there!

Bloom by Julie Anne Lindsey

In a town filled with her past, she never expected to find her future…
Seven years ago Cynthia left Honey Creek with a broken heart. Three years ago Mitchell arrived with one. Now Cynthia’s come home, and these two hardened hearts can’t stop arguing. If they’d only take a break long enough to find some common ground, they might be surprised to find love can grow anywhere.
If they’ll let it, love will find a way to Bloom.
*Bloom is book one in my new Seeds of Love series. I’ll be planting those seeds all year.

About Julie:

I am a mother of three, wife to a sane person and Ring Master at the Lindsey Circus. Most days you’ll find me online, amped up on caffeine & wielding a book.

You can find my blogging about the writer life at Musings from the Slush Pile

Tweeting my crazy at @JulieALindsey
Reading to soothe my obsession on GoodReads
And other books by me on Amazon

Posted by: Author | March 11, 2012

Guests

I’ll be having some great guests the next couple of days on the old blog. I hope everyone enjoys them- come back tomorrow and tuesday to check out what’s up and who’s popping in!

I’m going to the opera today and will post a review later in the week of Rigoletto! Mystery, murder, mayhem and all that jazz will be the order of the day!

Posted by: Author | March 9, 2012

Friday Facts- March 9, 2012- Ampelographer

An ampelographer is an expert in the study and classification of cultivated grape varieties. Ampelography is actually the study of the vines themselves. An interesting thing has happened with the advent of DNA testing. DNA testing proved the identities of Zinfandel and Sangiovese as a couple of examples. The tests showed where those grapevines originated. The ampelographers have even been able to tell what causes the various grapes to have certain colors.

Now, none of the above is important to world peace or anything like that, but I still think it’s awesome, don’t you?

One of my publishers has a Friday flirts blog and my characters from The Coroner’s Heart are there today with a little excerpt. Check it out: http://stillmomentspub.blogspot.com/2012/03/friday-flirts-excerpt-day_09.html

Posted by: Author | March 8, 2012

Guest Post and Giveaway

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I’m guest blogging and sharing a chili recipe. Oh, yeah, there’s also a giveaway. Come on by and say hello!

Posted by: Author | March 7, 2012

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