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A Little Bit of Glamor*

Intimate ExposureEveryone needs a smidgen of glamor in their lives, and we authors are no exception. I sometimes fantasize about lying around all day on a brocade chaise longue, wearing designer clothing and dictating my stories to a handsome male personal assistant. Occasionally we’d take a break for him to bring me a cocktail or a sumptuous snack, or give me a foot massage… or something. From time to time, I’d jet off to some exotic locale, with my personal assistant, for a deluxe research trip.

Alas though, the reality is very different. There’s no chaise, no personal assistant and no foot massages. No trips, deluxe or otherwise. And although I’ve been known to scrub up quite nicely for rare public sightings, most of the time I’m the original dressing gown wearing slob, occasionally shambling around the house in search of coffee or a sandwich, but mainly hunched alone over my laptop, either writing or tweeting or generally web surfing. Heck, I even get so involved in my stories and/or the online world that I often forget to comb my hair in the morning!

But, though my own life is grungy, I still relish mystique and glamor vicariously… through the sexy adventures of the characters in my books. They can be everything I’m not: beautiful, high achieving, confident, compelling. Young! I love to write escapist fiction; real “take you out of yourself” tales that whisk me away into a world of larger than life story people who are mostly fairly gorgeous and charismatic, even though they also have their fair share of quirks and foibles that stop them from being *too* perfect.

In Intimate Exposure, Vicki Renard is a smart, accomplished woman, and even though she has her doubts and insecurities, she’s an achiever in her chosen profession. She has her own degree of glamor, but she gets swept away by a veritable typhoon of the stuff when she meets the gorgeous, raffish, teasing hero, Red Webster. At first sight a sort of itinerant, freelance photographer, Red doesn’t wear designer suits and thousand dollar shoes… but he’s still got glamor in spades. He’s got ‘it’, that certain je ne sai quoi, and a dark, dangerous ultra-masculine quality that speaks to Vicki’s deepest, most intimate desires. Without her knowing quite how or why, she can tell that he knows exactly what she wants – sexually – and that he’s also supremely qualified to supply it. He’s a dominant master who can punish her in the way her body and her psyche both crave, and then give her the kind of pleasure that exceeds her wildest fantasies.

Even though she knows he’s a peril to all woman-kind, Vicki succumbs to Red’s dark allure, and pretty soon she’s swept away with him to an impossibly glamorous hotel for a hot weekend. I’ve always been fascinated by the Art Deco style, and the decadence of the golden age of the Thirties… so I took my sexy couple to an exclusive retro hotel, one based on a very real venue. I called my hotel the Ivory Pavilion, but the inspiration for it is a beautiful Deco hideaway off the Devon coast in England, The Burgh Island Hotel, also known sometimes as the Great White Palace.

Burgh Island Hotel

It was here that the beautiful people partied and drank cocktails in the Thirties, and film stars and other luminaries stayed to get away from it all. Famous guests include Josephine Baker, Gertrude Lawrence, Lord Louis Mountbatten, Amy Johnson and Nancy Cunard. Noel Coward stayed at the hotel, and even, reputedly, King Edward VIII and Mrs. Simpson. Agatha Christie wrote parts of her Poirot novel EVIL UNDER THE SUN at Burgh Island, and also used it as a setting for the book and for another bestseller, AND THEN THERE WERE NONE.

But while Vickie and Red play out their luscious punishment games and their ever-deepening love affair at the Ivory Pavilion, I doubt I’ll ever get to sample the exclusive Art Deco mystique of Burgh Island myself. With my hand on my heart, I must admit I love my grungy routine at home, and I’m happy just to dream about the high life… while weaving the glitz and glamor for my characters.

But, you know what… I might just splurge and buy myself a brand new dressing gown! ;)

Intimate Exposure is available  from Kindle USKindle UKAll Romance eBooks and Barnes and Noble Nook

Read an excerpt

* N.B. we Brits usually spell it ‘glamour’.

Portia Da Costa lives in West Yorkshire, in the UK, with her husband and her adorable cat Alice. When she’s not writing or reading, Portia mostly spends her time watching the television, and she’s an avid devotee of Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple and Poirot, both on the screen and in print.

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Photograph of the Burgh Island Hotel courtesy of Simon Greig

Dinosaurs Terrorize Steampunk!

[Stay tuned for a contest at the end of this post.]

When did you first encounter dinosaurs? In a children’s pop-up book? A school field trip to the local museum? On the big screen in Spielberg’s Jurassic Park? Maybe in the classic King Kong, or the not-so-classic Doug McClure fantasy outings (okay, we’ll let him off for The Land That Time Forgot)?

I think everyone is on some level fascinated by dinosaurs—either giddily on the surface (Me! Me!), or deep down in the primal swamp of the subconscious (also me). Over-sized mythological creatures like the dragon, the kraken, and the Roc are frightening and attractive to us at the same time because while we can imagine them being real, we know they aren’t/never were. Not so the case with dinos. They occupy a unique place in our imaginations in that they really did walk the ground we’re walking and could easily—but for fate’s intervention—be stalking us now. And we’re discovering new, bigger ones all the time!

To answer my own question, I first encountered dinosaurs as a five year old one Sunday afternoon, when my dad and I watched Ray Harryhausen’s brilliant cowboys and dinos film, The Valley of Gwangi, on TV. Those cowboys on horseback lassoed that scary Allosaurus and tried to capture it but it kept biting their ropes and getting free and eventually it ate one of them and just like that I was hooked on dinosaurs. Forever.

When I was 13, Spielberg’s Jurassic Park blew my mind. Later I discovered Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Lost World and Edgar Rice Burroughs’s The Land that Time Forgot, and I fell in love with the romance of prehistoric adventures. Especially Victorian/Edwardian English adventures.

So when it came time to write my first steampunk novel (after The Mysterious Lady Law, a novella), there was only ever one choice. The frightened five year old, the ecstatic thirteen year old and the spellbound man all agreed—wind back that clock, that Prehistoric Clock—and let’s have the adventure of a lifetime.

For a chance to win a free eBook copy of Prehistoric Clock, simply leave a comment on this post. I’ll pick the winner on Friday 10th Feb. Good luck!

Robert Appleton is an award-winning author of science fiction, steampunk and historical fiction. He lives in Bolton, England. Soccer and kayaking are his two favorite outdoor activities. Though he’s traveled far, he loves the comfort of reading books or watching movies at home. His mind is somewhat mercurial. His inspiration is the night sky.

Catch him online at his website: www.robertappleton.co.uk
Blog: http://robertbappleton.blogspot.com
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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…’

Men Under the Mistletoe – Christmas Yet To Come

If you’ve already read the stories in Men Under the Mistletoe, you know that there are happy endings ahead for some lovely lads this year. But what about next year? Will the magic of Christmas last or will it melt away with the spring and the return to regular life? We thought it would be fun to take a peek at what our characters are doing come next holiday season.


Harper Fox:
It’s great to be part of Carina’s M/M holiday anthology again this year, and I loved writing my contribution, Winter Knights. My first topic for today’s blog – where will your heroes be this time next year – is an interesting one for me, because it sends me deep into “what happens after happy-ever-after” territory, and I really like that. It kills me to part with my protags at the end of a novel, and I welcome the chance of a speculative return visit! And I’ve got a little competition challenge for you too, details at the end of this post.

Gavin and Piers got their HEA after a short but very intense struggle. They’d been together for three years at the opening of Winter Knights. Gavin had created a world in his head where everything was okay in their relationship, and it took the shock of Piers breaking up with him to make him re-evaluate. So I left them at the end of the story passionately reconciled, but with a whole world of loving work to do. They were definitely just at the end of their beginning.

Christmas 2012 sees Gavin and Piers again in the snow up near Hadrian’s Wall. They won’t be staying in the dreadful backpacker’s hostel this time – no need for that; Gavin’s new theories in Arthurian folklore will be selling his latest book like hot cakes, and as for Piers, his compassionate nature and struggles with his own religious beliefs will have led him to a counselling post at a Catholic seminary. So materially they’re flourishing, and as far as their romance goes, they’re about as close as two such wildly different men can get. I reckon they’ll have spent a whole year arguing, adoring one another, having hot sex with and without the aid of love beads, and sitting up all night in ferocious debate about all those issues they kept locked up for their first three years. So they’ll have taken a room in a really nice Northumbrian hotel, and I’m not at all sure I’d want the room next door.

This year they’re doing the full romantic thing, and it’s Piers who’s fearlessly booked the double room and given stare for bold stare to the desk clerk who might have liked to make something of it. (You’d think there’d be no need in this day and age, but sadly around here you’d still get the odd surprise.) It’s an important anniversary for him and Gav. They’re getting everything right they got wrong before, and Gavin is on a pilgrimage. Last year at this time something extraordinary happened to him up here among these hills. He found out the benefits of having a man of faith as a partner when Piers believed unquestioningly in him, but all through this past year he’s thought about his encounter with the ghosts of Hallow Hill. And Piers has suggested that they walk up onto Sewingshields Crag late at night on Christmas Eve, just to see what will happen.

Nothing does, of course. They’re a bit shamefaced, wandering about through the snowdrifts, looking for an entrance into a magical cavern in the earth. But at least they’re together this time, and properly equipped with food and a nice hipflask. They find a sheltered spot among the rocks and one thing leads to another, as it generally does with these two extended honeymooners. They curl up together and talk for hours, about everything they’ve been through, Gavin’s fears about a recurrence of illness, the prospect of maybe one day adopting a kid. It’s a magical night, but only in a very earthly, human way, and Gavin is certain that the double set of hoof prints he sees freshly made in the snow on the way back to their hotel is probably only a pair of riders out to enjoy the Christmas dawn. Probably…

So, about this competition! Gavin didn’t do too well with his Christmas gift to Piers in Winter Knights. An engagement ring and a sex toy sent mixed messages, I would say. Do you reckon he did any better the year after? What do you think the long-suffering, lovely Piers should get in 2012? It would be my pleasure to send an ebook from my backlist – Life After Joe, Driftwood, The Salisbury Key, Nine Lights Over Edinburgh, Last Line, A Midwinter Prince or Winter Knights – to anyone who comes up with the best idea, and these will be judged on… er… the one I like best. Whichever makes me smile most, or touches me, or makes me snort with laughter. Further, I faithfully promise that if I ever write a sequel to Winter Knights, and I’d love to do it, I will include your suggestion!

I’m sure you’ll love reading about what the guys from Josh, Ava and KA’s books will be up to this time next year, so check out our other great Men Under The Mistletoe holiday anthology blogs, and all the best for a wonderful festive season to you all.

KA Mitchell:

“A Really Late Epiphany”

A cup of Kona coffee steamed on the table on the balcony, the rising sun turned the waves into a million diamonds, and Bryce’s arms slid around my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder. It was a perfect morning. Beautiful. My schedule for the day consisted of tanning, brunch, a surfing lesson and a Catamaran cruise. And my stomach had more knots than a third grader’s attempt at a macramé snowman because it was so horribly wrong it was for December twenty-third.

“So. Your first Christmas off. What do you think?” Bryce stepped away, slurping his own coffee.

A year ago, I would have sworn I’d give anything to find myself somewhere but the tiny Pennsylvania valley that held my family’s tree farm. In fact, last year I’d had my whole escape to St. Thomas planned out. But I couldn’t seem to get in the spirit of Mele Kalikimaka, despite the battery operated Christmas lights Bryce had hung on the headboard in our suite at the Kahala Resort. It was just wrong.

I turned away from the sparkling ocean and sand, thinking of the frozen slush I’d be facing at home and pasted on a smile. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”

Bryce smiled back, then stared like he was reading the thought bubble he always claimed popped up over my head. He sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll call the airline and get us a flight back. You realize we’ll probably end up snowed in in Chicago.”

“I love you, too.”


Josh Lanyon:
When we last left Web and Mitch in Lone Star, Mitch had a decision to make regarding the guest artist role with Les Grands Ballets Canadiens de Montréal. Web isn’t sure they can survive a long distance relationship. It’s never an easy situation, and to compound matters, Mitch is both highly ambitious and at the peak of his career. It’s a lot to ask someone to give up everything they’ve worked for.

Mitch admits he’s not sure a long distance relationship is a great idea either, but he badly wants the role of the Swan in Bourne’s Swan Lake. In any case, he can’t just up and quit, he has a contract with American Ballet Theater and he doesn’t want to jeopardize his entire future in ballet — nor does Web want him to. They’re both trying to be very logical but, having lost ten years, the idea of further separation is excruciating. They go back and forth, but in the end Mitch decides to take the guest artist role in Canada and he flies back to New York on New Year’s Day.

But this time it’s different. They’re not boys, they’re men and they’ve both learned the hard way that a healthy relationship takes work. Work as in patience, understanding, and commitment. They talk every night on the phone, no matter how late. And when spring comes and Mitch is dancing with Les Grands Ballets Canadiens de Montréal, Web takes his vacation and spends his two weeks in Montreal.

By the time December rolls around again, Mitch has packed up his New York brownstone, and negotiated his way out of his ABT contract. He’s agreed to act as lead instructor and liaison for the summer training course held by ABT in conjunction with the University of Texas in Austin. And he’s joined Austin Ballet Company as a principle dancer. He dances in the Nutcracker all season to great acclaim and sold out audiences. There’s something to be said for being a big fish in a little pond.

Meanwhile Web has moved out of the family homestead and into the Evans’ ranch and when he’s not working, he’s overseeing the renovations he and Mitchell have planned which include a dance studio for Mitch.

There are no performances scheduled on either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Mitch and Web spend Christmas Eve with Web’s folks, but Christmas Day is spent together on their own. They sleep late, have breakfast in bed, sleep some more, and then finally **open presents beside their first Christmas tree. Later they prepare their Christmas feast together and both eat until they’re ready to explode. In the evening they take a long walk beneath the frosty bright stars, and when the wind rustles the brush, Web reminds Mitchell about the reindeer he thought he saw the previous year. Their laughter turns to kisses and they return to the house, holding hands and still smiling.

(**In the comment section tell me what presents Mitch and Web gave each other Christmas morning, and whoever I pick as coming up with my absolute favorite choice may pick any ebook from my backlist.)

Ava March:

With My True Love Gave to Me, it feels rather odd to think of a Christmas yet-to-come. Thomas and Alexander’s next Christmas is almost two hundred years ago, but to them, 1823 is ‘next Christmas’. Since it’s the past for us, I can tell you exactly how they spent their holiday as it’s already happened (the space-time continuum aside, I can also impart this little bit of info because, well, I’m their author and therefore their next Christmas went exactly how I say it went…or will go, depending on how you look at it).

Last Christmas, Thomas replaced Alexander’s dark memories of the holidays with a new one filled with hope and love. And next Christmas Eve, they go back to the place where the pain and heartbreak began, back to Alexander’s father’s hunting lodge in the country. A night together, a morning together, and a simple Christmas dinner. Just the two of them. And Christmas becomes Alexander’s favorite time of year.

5 Things I Love About Carina Press

Since this is the season to give thanks, 5 things I love about Carina Press:

  1. I get to read books and get paid for it!
  2. I can delve into new genres: steampunk and male/male for example
  3. I can buy as many digital books as I want (and update my reading devices frequently) and assuage my guilty conscience with the excuse that “it’s competitive research”
  4. I have awesome colleagues: the business team, the acquisition team, the editors. They are smart, dedicated and passionate. They make working on Carina Press fun!
  5. There are few rules (other than create a profitable business!). We make it up as we go along, always focusing on what is best.

One of the best things I hear from people who work on Carina Press is how much they love working on Carina Press. I think it speaks to both the fantastic editorial we publish and the openness and collaborative nature of the team. It’s been an incredible experience over the past two years to see a digital-first imprint move from an idea to reality, with relatively few hiccups along the way. Thank you to everyone involved!

At the Toronto head office we have our own tradition of celebrating American Thanksgiving. We order in Swiss Chalet rotisserie chicken (if you ever visit Ontario you must go to Swiss Chalet) Festive Meal Deal and watch a holiday-themed movie. This year it’s Love Actually.

I hope you are enjoying turkey leftovers and making turkey soup with dumplings.

Celebrating Thanksgiving with Swiss Chalet

Celebrating Thanksgiving with Swiss Chalet

The Festive Meal Deal

What leads the acquisition team to say no, even when the editor says yes?

Yesterday on Twitter I did a session of #editreport. If you’re not familiar with #editreport, you can see the session in its entirety on my Storify here. In a nutshell, it’s a Twitter session where I go through the reports the freelance editors send me on the slush pile submissions they’ve read, and pull quotes from why a submission didn’t work, and share them on Twitter. It’s meant to be an insight into an editor’s head as they read the slush pile, and also a learning experience about things that are common mistakes–and some things you might not think of.

During the course of yesterday’s #editreport, we discussed what percentage of submissions are acquired (7%) but that I noted the acquisitions team actually says no to about 40% of what the editors recommend for acquisition. This led to a question about how the acquisition team decides to say no, versus yes, when the editor has already said yes. I’m going to give you some insight into how the Carina Press acquisition team works. To start, however, I suggest you read this post I wrote (almost exactly a year ago to the day!) on how acquisitions work at Carina in general. It will give you a good starting base.

Once an editor has read a submission and decided that they love the book enough to send it forward to us for acquisition, using a detailed editorial report form we developed, the team assigns at least two members to read it. Currently, there are 11 people on the acquisitions team, from all areas of digital marketing, production, publishing, promotion, social media and more.

The editor, via the editorial report form, and the team members who read the manuscript report on the following areas: author history, marketability, editorial needs of book and why they did (or in some cases did not) love it. For established authors, we look up sales figures, both from Carina Press, if they’re a returning author, and via Bookscan, if they’ve published elsewhere. We discuss what we know of the author’s writing and sales history, what they’re like to work with, how popular the genre is, merits of the manuscript, how much work it will need, and how it fits into our program.

It is not just immediate sales we’re interested in, but the opportunity we have to grow both the genre the book falls in, and the author. We’re not looking for authors to write one book for us–we’re looking for authors we can build a backlist with, because that’s where success will come for all of us.

For returning authors, yes we look at sales numbers, but we also look at reviews, growth in their writing, do subsequent manuscripts come in with the same reoccurring craft issues, what were they like during the editorial/art/cover copy process, is this a genre or a series we know will be a slow build, etc.

Discussion of all of these points, in addition to the team’s feelings about the manuscript overall lead us to say either yes, we’ll acquire, or no, we’re glad the editor brought it to the team, but we’re passing. Recently, we had an acquisition that both team members who read it thought was incredibly strong and well-written, but we passed with regret, because we didn’t think we were the right publisher to build this author and her work. So, as a publisher, we’re not just looking for a book that will sell, we’re looking for a book that we can do right by.

Any number of other things eventually lead us to a “no” including a series that has lackluster reviews and sales, a book we’re not passionate about in a genre we know will be a hard sell, an author who seems reluctant to work through the editorial process, or even a book that just doesn’t strike us as something we love.

So, as you can see, the acquisitions process isn’t a totally objective one, there’s a lot of subjective things that come into play, as well. That’s why we do say, in our rejection letters, that publishing is a subjective business and a book may find a home somewhere else–not because we’re trying to give lip service to some idea, but because we know it’s true! Every publisher has their own acquisition process, their own guidelines and their own alchemy they’re looking for.

Changes to Carina Press

As every business grows, they also change and evolve to better suit their market. Carina Press is no different.

As of today, Carina Press will no longer be accepting submissions in the following genres: women’s fiction, family saga, and literary fiction. This is in addition to the fiction genres we already currently do not accept: inspirational fiction, young adult and children’s books. And, of course, we do not publish any non-fiction or poetry.

We’ll continue to accept, publish, market and grow other adult fiction genres, including the subgenres and niches within romance, mystery, science fiction, fantasy, thrillers, horror.

We do not require manuscripts that are submitted have romantic elements. We’ll continue to publish non-romance in a variety of genres. In addition, we do not have any sexuality or heat level restrictions or expectations. We publish a variety of books across heat levels, from sweet to erotic. In fact, erotic romance or erotica comprises only approximately 10% of what we publish.

The submissions guidelines have been updated to reflect the changes in the genres we’re no longer publishing. Authors with a pending submission in these genres will receive emails, and the submission will not be read. I apologize to anyone who’s waited on a response for a manuscript in this genre.

Walking the SF Plank

Remember the execution scene in Return of the Jedi, when Luke and Han are forced to walk the plank over the Sarlacc Pit? Classic pulp sci-fi stuff. I mean there’s no way they can get out of that mess, right? R2?

Well, that scene gave me nightmares as a kid. The appalling odds (shut up, 3PO) of escape. Han’s blindness. The tentacles reaching up, dragging Boba Fett and others in for a gratuitous thousand-year digestion. Um, thanks for that one, George.

Cut to me as a thirty-year-old SF author inching my way along that same plank, about to submit my latest manuscript for publication. In my mind, the odds of doom are equally appalling—I trusted in Sparks in Cosmic Dust as I was writing it, but as soon as I let it go…I could practically hear the Sarlacc’s burp.

Nervous isn’t the word. All those months of outlining, worldbuilding, writing, editing and heeding Angela James’s sage ‘Before You Hit Send’ advice are now Bantha fodder because:

a) the story sucks
b) the title sucks
c) I suck
d) I should have concentrated more on the Romance & eased off on the SF
e) I should have concentrated more on the SF & eased off on the Romance
f) my writing style has gotten more juvenile than an Ewok
g) my writing style has gotten more cryptic than Yoda on peyote
h) Carina’s contemporary romances are selling HUGE
i) Carina’s straight SF (without the romance label) is selling…hey, there aren’t any yet!*

*in late 2010

After twenty published books, you’d think I’d have this confidence thing licked by now. Maybe if I stuck to one genre or conformed more to the mainstream, hitting send might get easier. In a way it has—I have a track record behind me, so if nothing else, I know my writing itself is ready for prime time. But these offbeat stories…man, they lead me out over the Sarlacc every goddamn time.

It’s exhilarating when the acceptance call or email comes in—in the case of Sparks, it was a double acceptance email (with SF novella Alien Velocity, March 2012)—but I’m telling you, any confidence I had while writing this novel, my longest at 87K, evaporated as soon as I’d finished polishing the synopsis. Doubt is an ever-present entity for an author. But so is faith is one’s creative abilities, deep down, the way the Force is for Luke Skywalker. It has to be. As desperate as things seem, he can ultimately find that calm centre telling him everything will work out fine if he believes in his ability to make it so. Sometimes that means taking hits, revising strategies, and growing a thicker skin in the process.

It also means taking chances and following them through no matter what. More than anything else, that’s what Sparks in Cosmic Dust means to me. No half measures. No compromises.

“Do or do not. There is no try.”

As it turned out, the Force was strong with me. Alissa Davis, my steampunk editor at Carina, isn’t keen on straight SF so she passed it on to Deb Nemeth, who loved it. Consequently, I now have two of the best editors I’ve ever worked with, in my two favourite genres.

Eat that, Sarlacc!

The final frontier is shrinking. Interstellar Planetary Administration sanctions are forcing the border colonies of deep space into extinction. Kappa Max is one of the last major cutthroat outposts, home to the lawless and the lonely…

Varinia Wilcox, the star attraction of a lucrative bordello gambling house.
Solomon Bodine, spurned by his lover and looking for distraction.
Clayton Barry, AWOL and a few drinks away from having to live in the gutter.
Lyssa Foaloak, a double-crossing criminal who’ll kill anyone for a few credits.

Four strangers, each with secrets that could cost them their freedom, are desperate to get off-planet. They meet Grace Peters, a cynical ex-doctor with an intriguing offer: a six-month trip to a faraway moon where she claims a stunning fortune awaits.

But this adventure is no easy escape. Danger, passion, secrets and madness await. Can they survive the mission, and each other, to make it out alive?

87,000 words

To celebrate the release of Sparks in Cosmic Dust, I’ve written a five-part look at the book’s development, from initial concept to publication. I’m also giving away one SF title from my back catalogue with each segment, ending with this special Sparks giveaway. The contests are all still live, and the winners will be announced on September 30th on my own blog: http://robertbappleton.blogspot.com

Here’s where you can find the other installments:

Part 1: Concept (Aug 31)—Contact: Infinite Futures Blog
Part 2: Character (Sep 13)—Mercurial Times (my blog)
Part 3: Worldbuilding (Sep 23)—Shawn Kupfer’s Blog
Part 4: The Writing Process (Sep 26)—Cathy Pegau’s Blog

With this final installment, I’m giving away an ebook copy of Sparks in Cosmic Dust. To enter, simply leave a comment on this blog post. Also, anyone who enters all five contests will automatically win an ebook of their choice (except Sparks) from my SF backlist.

Thanks and good luck!

Robert Appleton
www.robertappleton.co.uk
http://twitter.com/robertappleton

What did I do on my summer vacation?

In a word, wrote. Now I know this might seem like work—and it is, but it’s the best possible job in the world, so I mind a little less that I didn’t take any long stretches off. I just sent Motor City Mage (Urban Arcana Book 4) and now it’s on to other projects.

Now that my kids are out of high school, there’s less delineation of “summer” in my house, although since my husband works for a university, some people are surprised to hear that. However he’s one of those non-classroom type employees, so his schedule is a normal business one, not based on the academic calendar. Therefore summer means hotter days, and more cooking on the barbecue, but otherwise, there’s not much to set it apart from spring and fall anymore. And while I kind of miss the distinct seasonal cycle in our lives to some extent, the steadier flow is certainly more productive for me as a writer.

So here we are, on the very last day of August, looking autumn in the face, and I have to say, I didn’t do much with summer. No overnight trips, a few day jaunts to Renaissance Festivals and other local events. I love live music and shopping at craft fairs, plus in my world, dressing up is always a bonus. I think these kinds of trips are great for story inspiration. We’d hoped to hit a couple museums, but I think those will have to wait until fall—not a big problem. Of course the local library is a frequent stop. When I do take a break, I love to sit outside and read. Now that I have an e-reader, that’s even easier. I’ve been devouring my fellow Carina authors’ work. It’s very good stuff! I promise.

But if you happen to be looking for one last summer read of your own, or an early fall mental getaway, I’d love for you to take a look at Motor City Wolf. Greg is one of my all-time favorite heroes, and Fee was a hoot to write. Romantic Times Book Reviews called it “charming and original” and “imbued with fun.” I’ll be giving away one free download to a random commenter at the end of this post, so let me know what you did on your summer vacation to enter the contest. (don’t forget to leave an email so I can reach you if you win.)

Thanks for reading and have a great autumn!

~Cindy  (www.cindyspencerpape.com)

Motor City Wolf

Urban Arcana Book 3

By Cindy Spencer Pape

Buy link: http://bit.ly/nv0Tlm

Blurb:

Motor City Wolf Cover

Less than a year ago, Fianna Meadows was a pampered noble in the Faerie court. Then she was exiled, turned mortal and forced to work for a living—in a werewolf bar in Detroit, no less! Still, Fianna has to admit her new life isn’t so bad…particularly when it comes to Greg Novak, the bar’s sexy owner.

For Greg, keeping his hands off Fianna has been a challenge. But his sense of honor won’t let him get involved with a woman put in his care, even if Fianna is eager to explore her new feelings of lust. Resisting the temptation to claim her gets even harder when Greg’s grandfather, the region’s Alpha, orders him to marry and Fianna agrees to pretend to be his chosen mate.

Fighting his attraction to Fianna isn’t Greg’s only problem. Someone is killing werewolves and attacking other paranormal beings in Detroit. He vows to do whatever it takes protect both his pack and Fianna—even if that means giving her up…

Excerpt: (PG-13)

With a loud, metallic clang, the door at the top of the steps slammed shut.

“What the fuck?” Greg ran up the stairs two at a time. “Not funny, assholes.” He pounded on the steel door with his fist. “Let us out.”

Fianna dropped the box of garbage bags and clutched the pole of a shelf. “What’s going on?” She was only faintly claustrophobic, she reminded herself. And surely, Greg would have them out in no time.

“I swear, if this is Vince or Lana playing a prank, I’m going to rip their tails off with my teeth,” he snarled, throwing his shoulder into the door to no effect.

“Why would they do that?” It didn’t make any sense at all.

“To throw us together, princess.” His voice softened at the nickname, which he’d originally used in such a derogatory tone when she’d first come to work for him. “I believe my brother and cousin think we ought to be a couple.”

“Really? Lana hasn’t said anything of the sort to me.” Although the other woman had been urging Fianna to wear tighter jeans and lower necklines, and she had gone out early tonight, leaving Greg and Fianna alone. “Can’t we phone someone for help?” She pulled her cell phone from her pocket.

Greg shook his head. “No signal. We’re too far underground. Sorry, Fee, I think we’re stuck here for the duration.”