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Two Videos, a Free Book and a Link

Angela just sent me an email politely asking where my blog post was. The deadline is on my calendar, but I had not opened my calendar yet. So a few fun things from the past few days.

I like memes. It’s interesting to see how people take a little bit of structure and then get creative. A current meme is stuff people say, and the publishing video was making its rounds earlier this week:

Stuff (or sh*t) Editors and Agents say

Not that the concept of memes in new. In fact, at Harlequin, we decided to highlight the variety of our series by having several authors start with the same opening paragraph and then tell the story as they wanted, and as suited the series they wrote for. We gathered the stories together and asked Christine Bell to write a new steampunk story to represent Carina Press. You can download it free at Harlequin.com. Happy early Valentines Day!

This the opening paragraph:

Charlotte winced as an inebriated party-goer stepped on her foot, but she kept moving determinedly toward the doors that led to the balcony. The Duncans would be delighted with their party; it was clearly the event of the season, and their daughter had been successfully launched into society.

Unfortunately, the noise, the heat and the crowd combined with Charlotte’s pounding headache to make her want to escape for a breath of fresh air. Reaching the balcony doors, she opened them to find two people engaged in a passionate kiss.

“I’m sorry.” The words escaped her mouth before she realized it would have been better to make an exit without being noticed. The couple jumped apart.

Charlotte felt the blood drain from her face as she stared at her fiancé.

“John! I thought you were dead!”

All this, of course, made me a look for a meme about what Canadians say, see below. No, that is not how we Canadians say “out and about” (warning: swearing!).

Last I wrote a post at my blog about why authors should care about synopses — how a publishing companies uses it. Several people have commented they have found it useful so if you wonder why we make authors write synopses, you can find out.

Happy Groundhog Day!

Whisper obscure facts to me

‘Is this even possible? Maybe the car is so old it preceded shatter-resistant glass?’

Here’s what I love about Melissa Johnson, my editor at Carina – she has the nicest way of getting you to really think about your choice of words, and whether the image you think you’re conjuring is as realistic as it could be (like the “magic garage door”. But that’s another story). Right from the first round of edits, the validity of Rachel Miller, the heroine in The Stubborn Dead, being able to smash a classic car’s driver-side window into little pieces was up for debate.

For me, it was a pretty open and shut case. At the time I was taking sword fighting lessons up in Vancouver every Saturday, and not a week went by without at least three cars getting broken into in the parking lot I favoured.** I looked at the way the glass lay around the cars (from a safe distance), and didn’t think twice about using what I’d seen in my writing.

Problem is, there’s a whole industry out there designed around convincing the general public that driver-side car windows don’t break easily (and thus you need to buy their product to help escape in the event you do a movie-style plunge into a dark, frigid river etc. etc.).

Turn to YouTube, you say? There has to be some sort of proof to support either argument on there!

Yeah, no. There are as many wonderful videos showing windows being smashed in seconds, as there are clips of beefy gentlemen (or reporters) struggling to making a decent crack, let alone a clear break.

So I did what any debut author wanting to keep in her editor’s good graces would do – I went to bug an expert for details. Specifically, I took a drive down to our local Speedy Glass Auto Center to chat with their technicians. There’s nothing quite like walking up to the counter and saying something along the lines of, “Hi, I’m an author, and I need to ask you a pretty strange question – can a woman smash a classic car’s driver side window with the back end of a gun?” At which point everyone within earshot has your undivided attention.

It was a fabulous experience. TWO technicians peppered me with questions. Make of the car? ’57 Eldorado. Original or restored? Restored, but by someone who would have gotten the details just right. So he would have made an effort to buy an original Cadillac part? Knowing Kit, most likely. Alright, then that meant that the driver side window would have been tempered, not laminate. What type of a gun was used in the scene? A smaller GLOCK. And the wielder? How big were they? A fit twenty-something year old woman, who would have brought the back end down onto the glass as hard as possible. Well sure, the metal base where the clip pushes into the gun would smash that window without a problem, and the glass would break into tiny, sharp pieces.

Huzzah!

If it’s one thing I’m learning more and more in life, it’s that the majority of professionals and enthusiasts just love to share their knowledge. Which is fabulous if you’re a writer trying to create accurate scenarios, but it’s even better if you’re just plain curious about what people get up to.

So, out of curiosity, what’s the strangest or most obscure piece of information you’ve ever heard from someone else? Or do you have a skill, or outstanding amount of knowledge about a topic, that people find odd or fascinating (even if you don’t)?

**A tip for visitors to Vancouver – leave NOTHING of value visible in your car, especially if you park in a multi-level lot. Even spare change is enough of a reason for a break-in. (And don’t forget to put that GPS unit and your iPod away!) Vancouver’s a great little city full of really nice people, and we wouldn’t want your visit ruined by opportunistic thieves.

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When not devising ways to er, provide conflict for her characters, Natasha enjoys a good adventure. Especially if it involves ‘stumbling upon’ movie or TV shoots around Vancouver, hunting for G1 My Little Ponies at local thrift shops, meandering through book and toy stores, or looking into paranormal phenomena.

She can be found mostly at her blog, Twitter, Facebook or Flickr accounts. She’s also known to pop up on Tumblr, Goodreads, Google +, YouTube and at the Harlequin Community.

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Official Cover - The Stubborn Dead

The Stubborn Dead – Book 1 in the Lost Souls series – Available from Carina Press. Also available as a Kindle edition.

‘Rachel Miller thought her next job was a run-of-the-mill haunting. As a member of the Order of Rescue Mediums it’s her duty to release trapped spirits from the earthly realm. But when called to client Sylvia Elkeles’s house, she finds a wraith who doesn’t act like he should.

The Order considers the wraith an extreme threat and Rachel may be forced to use a barbaric ritual to free him—a ritual that comes with a heavy personal price. If she fails to humanely release the wraith, she’ll have her supernatural abilities bound.

When Janus Ostara—local supernatural mob boss—shows up demanding her attention, and Sylvia keeps secrets that may place Rachel in mortal danger, she doesn’t need her abilities to know something darkly sinister is at play.

Between uncovering Sylvia’s disturbing motives, and avoiding Janus, Rachel has enough on her hands without dealing with a wraith who may not realize he’s supposed to be dead…’

Perspectives on Predators

We bought land in the mountains last spring, a Shangri-La escape from hectic day jobs. The critters outnumber the people, so when we kick back on the porch with a glass of wine, we watch the wild kingdom. Wood ducks, geese and the occasional heron hang out in the spring-fed pond. Owls haunt the trees at the edge of the woods. There’s even a bald eagle – how cool is that? They’re huge and have the haughty, I rule supreme around here attitude.

But I love the hawks. They ride the wind currents on wide wings until – boom – plummeting into the hay field after one of those irritating voles that dig huge holes and eat flower bulbs.

Spring rolled into summer and we spent long days clearing the property. The Canadian geese resented our work around the pond, departing with loud complaints. The wood ducks were more discrete, quietly fading into the rushes. Then ducks do what ducks do – we do write romance at Carina Press – and soon lines of yellow and brown fluffiness appeared behind the adults.

Gradually though, the lines got shorter and piles of poofed feathers appeared in the meadow. Yep, it appears hawks like baby ducks as much as they do voles.

Did your attitude towards the hawks just change?

Is the hawk a ‘bad guy’ or is it just doing what hawks are programmed to do in order to survive?

I had a lot of time to think about predators while cutting the hay field. I shared that story here. For many authors, the villain is a predator, either physically hurting someone or exploiting a situation for their own benefit. The best antagonists, in my opinion, have a reason for what they do, even if it only makes sense to them.

In the animal world, hawks eat to survive and they keep the world from being overrun with ducks. While a hawk is clearly a predator, is predator status inherently a bad thing? Or does it depend upon your perspective? Does it depend on the predator’s motivation?

What do you think makes the most intriguing villains?

When I write, I create a world, populate it with characters – good and not so good – and invite the reader along for the ride. An important element in making that journey rewarding is figuring out what motivates the characters. In THE PROFESSOR, the villain may have been warped by his childhood, but he chose to cross the line and prey on college women.

Meet the villain in THE PROFESSOR (read the excerpt here) – what’s your perspective on him?

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Photos used by permission. Credits: hawk photograph Eagle Brother ; duck photograph NJ Birds

How I Fell in Love with the Crocodile God

How did I fall in love with Sobek,  the Egyptian Crocodile God? Why did I decide I needed to tell his story in Priestess of the Nile?

I was dealing with a pesky plot problem in another WIP set in the same paranormal universe and I needed help resolving an issue between two pharaohs – the rightful ruler and the woman who usurped his throne.  In the course of doing research on ancient Egyptian beliefs, I came across the delightful nugget that Sobek could protect pharaoh from black magic. That was one of his duties, along with housekeeping the Nile. In some legends Sobek was even credited with creating the world from chaos but clearly along the way he fell out of the ranks of the most powerful gods, since Osiris and Isis and others were at the top of the pantheon in the later years of Egyptian glory.

So I wrote Sobek into one brief scene in the WIP, solved my plot problem and moved on. But I kept thinking about him.  There were definitely interesting elements in his backstory. So powerful originally, yet overtaken by flashier newcomers? Subject to commands from the later arriving gods, Sobek still faithfully tended to his duties keeping the Nile navigable and flooding as it should. Does he resent his labors? Does he wish for more, for something or someone that belongs to just him?

Sobek is always depicted as either crocodile or half man/half crocodile but one day I had the flash of insight – he was a shifter. Bingo, so therefore he could take human form if he wanted to. The ancient Egyptians just never saw him do it! But I, as his modern day biographer, could tell his full tale (if you’ll forgive the pun).

And most importantly for a paranormal romance writer, he could fall in love with the right human woman. Who would attract the attention of the Crocodile God? As with any love story, the moment and the locale had to be just right. I could see the scene – late afternoon along the Nile, an abandoned temple on a deserted beach…and a young woman with a singularly beautiful voice, singing a paean of praise to – the Crocodile God. Songs he had not heard sung  by anyone in a very long time…ah, but falling in love with Merys, and she with him, was the easy part. And the adventure begins there!

Drawn to his abandoned temple on the banks of the Nile by an enchanting song, Sobek the Crocodile God is even more captivated by the sight of the singer herself. Appearing to her as a man, he learns she is Merys, a descendant of his last priestess. Though filled with lust, Sobek believes Merys deserves to be more than just his mistress. But the rules that govern the Egyptian pantheon forbid anything beyond a physical joining of a Great One and a human.

Merys is attracted to the handsome stranger, who arouses passions in her that no man ever has. But with no dowry and no hope of ever leaving her village, she dares not dream of the future—or love.

Sobek takes every opportunity to visit Merys, taxing his resolve to leave her pure. When he saves her life, their mutual desire must be sated. But can a love between a human and an immortal survive the ultimate test of the gods?

Priestess of the Nile is now available from Carina Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble.

Veronica Scott lives in sunny Southern California with her daughters, a grandson and two cats. You’ll always find her writing or reading when she isn’t commuting to and from the day job on the challenging freeways!

You can find her at her blog or on Facebook page and she is very active on twitter as @vscotttheauthor

Falling for the Smart Guy

Photobucket Tall, dark and handsome. Who doesn’t want their hero to be all of these things? Sure, we’d all love a guy who’s big and gorgeous and able to keep us safe. But what about brains in that equation?

I’ve always been drawn to the guy who can write a computer program that can destroy an evil multinational corporation but who also is a black belt in karate and can disarm the bad guy with a few well-placed kicks. His hair is always shaggy because he forgets to get it cut because he’s working on solving an obscure math problem. He wears glasses because he can’t always remember to take out his contacts because he’s too busy building the next supercomputer. He wears t-shirts only college physics majors and comic book aficionados understand and he knows his Star Trek from his Stargate.

Mal Laughlin in SEX, LIES & SURVEILLANCE is one of those guys. He’s as comfortable with a keyboard as he is with a gun. He’s an NSA field agent out to take down everyone connected to the death of his partner. And if that means infiltrating DeMarco Investigations, headed by two of the most decorated US spies ever, he’s up for the challenge. He never expected to fall for the suspects’ daughter, Janey. Or to realize Janey may be the one he’s been looking for.

But Mal will get to the bottom of this problem and he’ll get the girl. He’s too smart not to. And who doesn’t love a romance hero who thinks first and then kicks the crap out of the bad guy?

Want to win a copy of SEX, LIES & SURVEILLANCE? Tell me about your favorite brainy character, be it Wesley Crusher, Daniel Jackson (I’m a James Spader fan) or Ian McNabb.

Click here to read an excerpt of SEX, LIES & SURVEILLANCE.

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Beloved Books Of Youth

By Jenny Bullough, Manager of Digital Content for Harlequin and Carina Press, Carina Press acquisitions team member, and book-loving mom

I had the best time shopping for Christmas gifts for my 7 year old daughter this year. She’s finally reading chapter books – devouring them, in fact, at an incredible rate – so I decided it was time to gift her with some of the books I loved at her age. My original copies had already been passed down to my younger sisters, so I got to shop for brand-new books for my little bookworm!

I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun shopping for books. (Actually I can’t remember the last time I shopped for print books!) Each shelf brought back a flood of memories, of afternoons whiled away immersed in a book, of worlds visited, characters loved, stories read and reread and reread again. Little House on the Prairie. Tuck Everlasting. The Railway Children. Harriet the Spy. These books and others firmly entrenched my lifelong love of reading. I can’t wait to see those worlds open up for my daughter, and revisit them through her eyes! And I can’t wait to find out which books will become her beloved favorites to be read and reread.

Which made me wonder if there are other classics out there that I somehow missed. What are the favorite books that you remember from youth and childhood? What are the “must-read” classics that you’re passing on to your kids or younger relations? And what are the “new classics” that your kids are devouring?

Attack of the Snot Monkeys!

The Canvas Thief by P. KirbyTwas the night before Monday, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring … except for my husband and me, as we were embroiled in a deep intellectual discussion.

“I can’t believe I have to go work tomorrow and I’m sick,” I whined. “You gave me a cold.”

“No, you gave me a cold,” he replied. Sneeze!

“Nuh-uh. You did.”

“No, you did…” And so it went. Sniffle, sneeze, blow nose, drop used tissue on the living room floor, because illness is fabulous reason to be utterly revolting. Our population of dust bunnies ran for cover as the new guys in town, slimy wadded-up tissues, took over the carpet and got kicked under the couch.

On television, a guy in a car commercial yelled at me about the Sale to End All Sales (didn’t they have one of those last week?). I tuned him out–an easy matter since my ears were partially clogged by the cold. That ad was replaced by another featuring sock monkeys selling something. I don’t know what because I was hissing at the TV like a cat.  Hsssss!

“Look, it’s your favorite,” said my husband. “Sock monkeys! You know you love ‘em. I’m getting you one for your birthday.”

“Noo! No sock monkeys! We hates them, Precious. Hates them!” (Whaaat? I’m a geek. I can’t go more than a few hours without some geekish quote.)

Except, with my tuffy snose it came out, “No snot monkeys!”

My husband laughed. “Snot monkeys? What’s a snot monkey?”

“It’s…” My attention fell on the army of used tissues. “This.” I picked up a tissue, “This is a snot monkey.”

And henceforth, at Casa de Kirby, used tissues were known as snot monkeys, another addition to our odd family lexicon that includes birdles (birds) houndilete (greyhound), and junkacitos (chachkes), the latter two being strange Spanglish-esque inventions.

I bet every family has a similar collection of weird made-up-words. It’s like a unique culture and it’s part of what makes “family” synonymous with “home.” Home is where folks speak your language.

Benjamin, the hero in The Canvas Thief, longs for that sense of home. As a comic book character come to life, he is, so to speak, a kind of orphan. Sprung fully formed, as it were, from the pages of a book, he doesn’t even have childhood memories. As such he understands the value of family more than many. Unfortunately, he’s also overly impulsive, and his desperation to go “home” leads to his completely NOT-meet-cute moment with Maya, the heroine in The Canvas Thief.

The Canvas Thief is a love story, but it’s also the story of how Benjamin finally finds his way home. Which, I guess, is a roundabout way of saying … it’s a love story.

My question to you is: “What are some of your family’s ‘Snot monkeys?’”

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A lifelong resident of the desert southwest, P. Kirby grew up in El Paso, Texas and is a graduate of New Mexico State University. After about a decade in the grownup workforce, she reached the point where promotion meant becoming management. *Shudder* She dropped out to become a cliché: a starving artist/writer. Home is a tiny house in the desert, shared with her long-suffering husband. She is co-owned by an Arabian horse and a neurotic greyhound. She has never owned, or been owned, by a cat. Please stop by and visit at her blog, and on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.

How a Book Was Born

So, my second Carina release was this week and after pirates, I changed tack and went for Vikings.

I blame Deb. Because it’s all her fault, this one. There we were, knee deep in edits for my pirate book and she said ‘Have you ever thought about doing an historical? I think you’ve got the voice for it.’ She said this two days before I left for Norway, and between that comment and the sheer awesomeness of Norway, a book was born.

So a week after she’d said that, I was walking around Geirangerfjord and a character came to me. One who fit the landscape, which is stark and beautiful, silent and seemingly built for secrets. My character was as silent as the fjords, and had a secret too, and that was where the book started. By the waterfall in Geiranger.

Right here in fact:

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Then, on our way out the fjord, my husband spotted this:

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After that it snowballed and I ended up with a book…

A few fun facts about The Viking’s Sacrifice and how it came to be.

Whilst in Norway I bought the bronze Mjollnir that Einar wears in the book – it’s a copy of an original 9th century design.

Einar was originally named Hrolf – no, I don’t know why, the name just seemed to fit – until a beta reader commented that ‘When I try to pronounce it, it sounds like my cat sicking up a furball’. Cue name change.

Our guide for a trip to a glacier, the irrepressible Olaf, was the one who told me ‘Viking men had as many wives as they could afford. Or stand.’

And this is what we ended up with.

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Viking raiders destroyed Wilda’s home. She witnessed the murder of her mother and would have been killed herself if it weren’t for the Viking boy Einar, who saved her from his ruthless brother. The blood and murder left Wilda cold and shorn of feeling.

Eight years later, the heathens return for Wilda. As a captive in the Viking village, she finds protection and silent comfort in the man who once gallantly saved her.

Einar has been cursed to silence by his brother. With the dark net of his brother’s power cast over their village, silence is a small price to pay for his family’s safety. But Einar is immediately drawn to Wilda, and the need to protect her from his brother awakens his Viking courage. Can Einar break his brother’s curse in time to save the village and the woman he loves?

The Viking’s Sacrifice is available now from Carina Press.

Julia Knight was born and lives in Sussex, UK. You can find her on twitter and facebook, or find out about all her books at her website.

Take a Liking to a Viking

I grew up in New Jersey and moved to Iowa to attend college which is where I met my husband (in a strange but beside-the-point story). And while we’re busy living out our own happily-ever-after here in Iowa, part of me still considers New Jersey my home. New Jersey and Iowa are very different but the one thing they do have in common is that they’re two of the most maligned states in the Union. One is synonymous in people’s minds with pollution, crime families and reality TV. The other with corn, tractors and caucuses. And really those are the kinder generalizations. Now, it might be that I’m just hyper-aware of these things, in the same way that when you’re pregnant it seems like every other woman you see is pregnant too, but these two states get picked on a lot. And I love them both.

I set my new book Demon Crossings in Iowa and I’ve been fielding a lot of “why Iowa” questions. Considering some of the misperceptions floating around about my adopted state, I thought I’d take this opportunity to explain a little bit about the where and why of the setting. Demon Crossings is based on Norse mythology and I wanted to set the story somewhere in America with Scandinavian roots. We love to camp in the driftless area of Iowa (called that because it was not glacierized during the last glacial period). It’s a beautiful, hillier, more wooded corner of the state just west of the Mississippi. It was also settled by Norwegian immigrants who remain very proud of their heritage.

For the story, I wanted a small community bound by a shared heritage. I wanted someplace isolated enough to keep a secret. And I wanted a town that felt completely and utterly mundane even though its people were anything but normal. So…Iowa. Here are some pics to set the scene:

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(Thank you MP Mitchell for permission to use these beautiful photos.)

This is the setting for Demon Crossings. Here’s the blurb:

Private investigator Grace tracks a kidnapped child to middle-of-nowhere Iowa. Encountering a strange creature she knows can’t be a local animal, she doesn’t need her psychic abilities to figure out the sleepy town is not what it seems. When she meets the intriguing Aiden, she’s plunged into a world of Norse gods and fire demons where the Wild Hunt still rides the night.

Aiden needs Grace’s help to cross the portal between worlds and rescue his daughter. Grace is unlike any woman he’s ever met. He’s drawn to her courage, distressed by her vulnerability and doubtful of her motives. But he knows that her visions are the key to defeating the enemy and bringing everyone home alive.

Grace wants a future with Aiden, even if it means she’ll never have a normal life. When a test run to the portal takes a terrifying turn, they must learn to finally trust each other or Aiden’s daughter, and their chance at love, will be lost forever…

If you’re interested in learning more about the parts of Norse mythology I used in the story, I’m running a series of posts about that on my blog here.

Thanks for letting me introduce you to the world of Demon Crossings. Hope you come visit!

And if you’d like to visit me

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So, seriously, tell me what it is about IA and NJ that makes them such easy targets. I know this is not all in my head.

Escape Velocity: Falling In Love All Over Again

On the product page for Escape Velocity, beneath the blurb, is a short sentence in italicized type:

First published as Runaway Star, newly revised by the authors.

We first wrote Runaway Star in…probably 2006, and it was first published in January 2008. That was a long time ago, in e-publishing years. This business moves at the speed of light, bringing us new romances as fast as we can read, and we love it.

It was a long time ago in terms of character creation too. When we started talking about revising the novel, using what we’ve learned in the years since it was first written to make it better, we were both a little nervous about it.

It wasn’t the idea of putting all that work into an old manuscript that seemed daunting. No, what made us nervous was one question: Would we still love the characters?

We would be diving headfirst into another year of commitment to these characters, getting inside their heads, living their lives from the inside out, and we’d both grown and changed a lot as writers since 2006, so the question wasn’t an idle one. The most compelling reason we had to go back to the book was to share Elios and Sender with the world one more time. We had to fall in love with them all over again if we were going to write their story.

At first, we decided to read through the old manuscript independently, and we’d report back our findings—Was the old work still good enough to rework? Were the old characters still interesting?

Not a week later and we had our answer: a resounding YES. We were both excited to start, to jump in and get to work on the story. We had so many ideas, and most importantly, we still loved Elios and Sender as much as we ever had. While we gave their story new spark and excitement, we didn’t have to change a thing about our heroes.

We hope you love them too—so much that we’re giving them away to launch them back into the world again!

One commenter to this blog post will receive a copy of Escape Velocity.

And, to spread the love, another commenter will receive a copy of our previous Carina Press book, One Real Thing.

—Anah Crow & Dianne Fox

Websites: www.anahcrow.com & www.foxwrites.com
Twitter: @anahcrow & @diannefox