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Mannerly Mayhem

As a writer, I have learned two things: 1) characters pop into your head and will not leave you alone until you satisfy their ego (i.e.; write their story) and 2) People think you’re crazy when you start talking about the hero and heroine as if they’re REAL PEOPLE. And because, as the writer, you don’t think you’re crazy, then you’re even crazier because you’re in denial…

Guarding JessWell, Noah drove me crazy. For a big guy who doesn’t talk much, he sure got annoying. That’s why Guarding Jess is Noah’s story – it was the only way I could sleep peacefully. When I first started plotting this story, I had to try and think of a strong woman who could match my hero, but would also tease out his gentler side. The initial plotting stage also happened to coincide with my interaction with a tel-co customer service representative from hell.

Have you ever had one of those experiences when someone was so incredibly rude that it took your breath away, left you shaking with rage and utterly flabbergasted that the company actually continued trading with such poor representation? When I shared my story with others… wow, it was like opening the floodgates. I heard stories about rude behaviour at parties, at soccer games, in parking lots – during job interviews!

That got us all talking about manners, etiquette, and BANG! Jessica Pennington, my heroine, emerged. I needed to study etiquette – and I’ve learned it is an absolutely fascinating subject. For example, the origin of the handshake was so folks could greet each other (possibly on a country road) and show that by using their right hand they were bearing no weapons, and not intending to attack. A friendly greeting. The word ‘etiquette’ came from the French, meaning ‘ticket’. In the 17th and 18th centuries, the French royal court would draw up daily lists (tickets) of events, and include an expected dress code.

So etiquette and manners are a general observance and consideration of those around you, with our social interactions. As with all things, you’ve got to take the good with the bad – the social faux pas – or as I call it, the ‘whoopsy’. You know what I mean, when you say or do something that is so embarrassingly wrong… who else has been asked when their baby is due WHEN THEY’RE NOT PREGNANT!!!??? That’s my favourite. There’s no going back after that one.

I’m going to share a whoopsy with you. I once introduced a friend to another very good friend, one whom I’ve known for many years – only to get the second friend’s name wrong. I still haven’t lived it down. Or there was that time when I was absently watching my child do something funny and burst out laughing – at a funeral. Or that – no, wait! I’ve told you mine, now you tell me yours: what have you said/done at an inappropriate time, and wished the earth would open up and swallow you? A comment will be randomly selected to receive a copy of the book that started the whole McCormack Security Agency series, Viper’s Kiss!

Here is an excerpt from Guarding Jess – hope you enjoy!

Something clicked loudly in the brown parcel Jessica was holding, and all three of them looked at it. Jessica froze, a chill spreading over her shoulders and down her arms.
Ollie froze. “Was that—?”
“Yes,” Jessica whispered.
The man standing in front of her moved with a speed that left her stunned. He grabbed the parcel from her arms and ran to the office corridor. He pulled open the garbage chute and tossed the package in. He turned and raced straight for her.
“Take cover,” he yelled.
Jessica’s mouth dropped open in horror as screams filled the office. Before her brain could register the danger, a hard body hit hers, tackling her to the ground and rolling her along the carpeted floor. An explosion splintered the glass doors to reception. The floor they lay upon trembled. Jessica managed a terrified peek over a broad shoulder before it obscured her view, and the hard body covered hers protectively.
Smoke filled the reception area, and foul-smelling embers floated to the floor.
She turned wide eyes from the falling ash to the man lying on top of her, his chocolate-brown gaze eyeing her with a calm intensity.
Ollie’s pale face popped into her peripheral vision.
“He isn’t the client, Jess,” she said shakily. “He’s your bodyguard.”

Psst… for the month of May only, Guarding Jess has the special sale price of $0.99 – so get it quick

Shannon Curtis has worked as a switchboard operator, dangerous goods handler, logistics centre supervisor and real estate administration manager, and now writes copy and content by day, romantic suspense by night!

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Glory Days and the Rules of the Game

Some days, I feel as though I’ll never grow up. A modern day Peter Pan. I blame my students—they keep me young. When a person spends eight hours a day with teenagers, it tends to keep her young at heart.

Things changed last summer when my thirty-year high school reunion stared me in the eye. How could it have been thirty years since I walked across the gymnasium floor to have someone hand me a diploma? Maybe it seems so close because I stand in a gym every May and hand out diplomas to students who choose me as their presenter, giving them all hugs and telling them how proud I am of them. Every graduation of a new class of students keeps my own fresh in my mind.          Photobucket

As the reunion date grew closer, I found myself in touch with many of my former classmates through Facebook. (An enthusiastic wave to Terre Haute South Vigo class of 1981!) How great to reconnect and learn all about their lives while we reminisced about the “good old days.” With each new discussion, I learned something about their present lives, but I also discovered things about their pasts I hadn’t known in high school. The writer in me flared to life.

What if someone went back to a high school reunion only to have every skeleton she’d shoved in her closet come tumbling out? Maddie Sawyer was born that day, and I started writing the story of her finding a new love as she exhumes the life she thought she’d buried so long ago.

Have any of you been to a class reunion? Did you go hoping an old boyfriend had lost all his hair? Or did you just want to reconnect with old friends? Did you wish that the girl who picked on you had a butt the size of Florida, or was the reunion nothing more than a chance to raise a glass to your glory days? Please leave me a comment for a chance to win a copy of Rules of the Game! (I’ll draw a winner at random on Friday, April 6th.)

I have to wonder if the age of social media will blunt the excitement of reunions. Now that we’re all connected in so many different ways, the world seems so much smaller, and distance seldom keeps us far apart. Maybe one day, reunions will be passé. But for now, just like Maddie, we all make those trips back to our hometowns to see people who helped make us who we are.

Rules of the Game is on sale now!

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Blurb: Kathryn West has it all. She’s a confident, bestselling author living it up in New York City. Too bad she doesn’t actually exist, and is only timid Maddie Sawyer’s pseudonym. Determined to attend her high school reunion with a man right out of one of her racy romance novels, she plots to find a sexy bad boy who’s up to Kathryn’s standards.

She finds Mr. Perfect shooting pool in a biker bar. He’s a blue-collar hunk who just happens to look great in leather. But the mysterious Scott Brady has some rules of his own: he won’t agree to her deal unless she poses as his girlfriend in front of his family and friends first.

As the reunion nears, Maddie tries to maintain her carefree façade, knowing she’ll soon face some old ghosts. She’s torn between her growing attraction to Scott and the nagging feeling that he’s hiding something important. Will she still want him when she finds out his secret? What about when he discovers hers?

Sandy James lives in a quiet suburb of Indianapolis with her husband of thirty years. She’s a high school social studies teacher who especially loves psychology and United States history. Since she and her husband own a small stable of harness racehorses, they often spend time together at the two Indiana racetracks.

You can find Sandy on her website, on Facebook or on Twitter.

Rules of the Game on sale at:

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Shy Guys and Giveway

What is it about a shy guy that’s so appealing? Maybe we empathize. Who among us hasn’t felt awkward, afraid, even terrified, in the presence of someone we’d like to impress? Maybe when we encounter shy guys, with their hemming and hawing and shuffling feet, the sweet way their eyes skitter across our face, it brings out our inner nurturer. Or perhaps we sense that shy souls are more interesting than their more gregarious counterparts.

Mark Apostopolopos, the main character in my debut novel, Moving in Rhythm, suffers from pathological shyness. It’s a serious condition and in his case, means that he has a full blown panic attack in the presence of any man he finds attractive.  Imagine that when it counts most, your heart pounds, you hyperventilate, your mind goes numb and you can’t utter a single cohesive statement. It would put a serious crimp in your love life. Click here for the blurb or to read an excerpt.

I think what makes Mark so appealing to me, is that he works hard to get his life to make sense. Although he hasn’t told his family he’s gay (he thinks, what’s the point if he can’t manage a relationship?), he knows himself. He’s afraid all the time, and yet, when it’s important, he works through his fear as best he can. He’s a nice guy living with a terrible condition. It’s almost impossible not to root for him to find love.

Comment on this blog for a chance to win a copy of Moving in Rhythm. What do you find appealing (or unappealing) about shy guys?

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Dev Bentham lives in Northern Wisconsin where she spends long cold winters at her kitchen table dreaming of heart-warming romance and hot, passionate love.

New Friends and Old Favorites

It’s spring and once again a lot of us in the romance community are gearing up for the season of conferences and conventions. This year I’ll be attending the Romantic Times Convention, in Chicago, (April 11-15) and I’m looking forward to it for a number of reasons. (That’s me above, at a previous convention’s mass book-signing. See, not at all scary to approach. J )

First and foremost, writing is a solitary occupation, and I love it when I have the chance to catch up with colleagues. There are so many people I normally only see online, and it’s a blast to see them in person. I truly look forward to attending, if only for the chance to visit old friends. Also important, its an opportunity for me to make professional contacts–to meet my editors, publishers, and marketing people face-to-face. You never know what kind of opportunities are going to develop from that kind of interaction. Finally, though, and maybe the most exciting, is the chance to meet the people who actually read my books. If you’re another writer, you know what a thrill that really is. So if any of you are readers, and you happen to be at RT, please, by all means, stop and say hello. You’ll really make my day. I’ll be one of the hostesses at the steampunk-themed Gaslamp Social, on panels about steampunk, SF, writing under multiple pseudonyms, hosting the Build-a-Hero Workshop and at all the Carina events, of course. I’ll be signing at the massive bookfair, and at the e-book expo, where you can pick up a copy of my brand-new release, Motor City Mage.

This is the fourth book in my Urban Arcana series, and for me, writing it was a lot like a visit with old friends–along with a few new ones. Come to think of it, writing series is a lot like going to conventions. New friends, old friends, new experiences mingling with shared jokes and tender reminiscences. I hope you enjoy Lana and Des as much as I did, and if you’ve missed the previous books, you can find them all right here at Carina Press. Everyone have a wonderful spring, and I hope to see as many of you as I can.

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Leave a comment with your email address, and on Friday, March 16, I’ll draw one random winner for a free download of Motor City Mage. I’d love to hear your thoughts on series, paranormal romance, or which reader/author events you’ll be at.

As a cop who keeps paranormals in line, Des has a hard time trusting them. So why does he want the beautiful werewolf Lana more than his next breath? She’s mouthy, flamboyant and distractingly sexy–not the type of woman for a reserved mage like him. Lana admires Des, but she can’t be with someone who won’t take her seriously, no matter how much she’d love to rip off his dress shirt.

When a dangerous new drug shows up in Detroit, Des must locate the source, and Lana is determined to help. But their plan goes awry, trapping them in a demon dimension. To return home, Lana and Des must flee through a series of unpredictable alternate realities, fighting enemies while trying to shut down the drug trade. But if they’re going to survive, they’ll have to rely on each other, even though getting closer will add fuel to a fire that’s already burning out of control…

Click here for an excerpt.

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An avid reader of romance, fantasy, mystery, and even more romance, Cindy Spencer Pape firmly believes in happily-ever-after. Married for more than twenty-five years to her own, sometimes-kilted hero, she lives in southern Michigan with him and two grown sons, along with an ever-changing menagerie of pets.  Author of more than 40 books, Cindy has been, among other things, a banker, a teacher, and an elected politician, but mostly an environmental educator, though now she is lucky enough to write full-time. Her degrees in zoology and animal behavior almost help her comprehend the male humans who share her household.

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Dream On

(Read on for a chance to win a copy of my latest Dylan Scott mystery, Silent Witness.)

I’m thinking about dreams. Weird and wonderful things, aren’t they? I don’t dream often or, if I do, I’m too busy coping with my usual allergy to mornings to remember. I would love to dream about this:

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Oh, how I’d love to dream about Sean Bean. Or even this:

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No such luck. My dreams, or the ones I remember, take me to very dark places. Two stand out in my memory and, unfortunately, Sean Bean was nowhere to be seen in either.

In one, I was being chased along seemingly endless corridors by an armed killer. I’ve no idea why he was out to get me. All I remember is running as fast as I could and knowing that he was gaining on me. I opened a door, closed it behind me – and managed to trap myself in a tiny room from which there was no other exit. I heard his footsteps approaching. I curled into a tiny ball behind the door. My heart was pounding in my throat. I was terrified. And then I felt his hot breath through the keyhole…

I woke up in a state of pure terror.

In the other dream, an old, crowlike judge had given me a life sentence for murder. I was thrown into a filthy windowless cell. I don’t suffer from claustrophobia but I knew without any shadow of doubt that I would go mad if I had to spend a night, never mind 20 or 30 years, in that stinking room. The door slammed shut and I was alone in the darkness with my fears. Rats scurried across the floor. Bats swooped on me. I tried to dig my way out with my fingernails and, all the while, I was screaming that they had to set me free because I was innocent. But was I? I didn’t know. I had no idea if I’d committed murder.

I was extremely relieved to wake up but the memory stayed with me and I knew it was a story waiting to be written. The story became Silent Witness.

This is from the back cover:

After his ex-wife bled to death in a bathtub covered in his fingerprints, the case against Aleksander Kaminski seemed open and shut. Though sentenced to life in prison, he swears he’s innocent, a claim supported by his current wife.

Private investigator Dylan Scott finds himself drawn back to dreary Lancashire in a search for justice. The evidence against Kaminski is damning, but having been unjustly jailed himself, Dylan is compelled to pursue the case; if there’s even a small chance the man is innocent, he has to help. The other obvious suspect—the victim’s second husband—has a watertight alibi. But Dylan has a strong hunch that as usual, there’s more going on than meets the eye in Dawson’s Clough.

The deeper Dylan digs, the more secrets he unearths. The question remains: If Kaminski didn’t murder his childhood sweetheart, who did?

I’m grateful that, occasionally, my dreams provide material for my mysteries, but I’d prefer to dream about Sean Bean or cute puppies. My husband’s dreams are wonderful epic affairs that make The Lord of the Rings seem average. What about you? Do you dream often? Are your dreams more likely to feature Sean Bean or knife-wielding maniacs? Do share – I’m curious. (And I promise faithfully, hand on heart, not to put your dreams in my next book … Aw, come on, you can trust me!)

For a chance to win an epub version of Silent Witness, simply leave a comment below. I’ll pick the winner on Friday 9th March. Good luck!

Check out Silent Witness here.

Shirley Wells lives in Lancashire in the UK with her husband and a selection of deranged pets. You can find Shirley at her website, on her blog, on Facebook or Twitter.

Steampunk – Under Her Brass Corset

As with paranormal, steampunk often incorporates a handful of genres, and I like variety, something you can tell by visiting my book list page on my website. When I first started writing Under Her Brass Corset, it wasn’t Steampunk. Rather, it was suppose to be a Victorian historical romance. But then my hero, Jasper Blackthorn emerged from the darkness of a alley, and he had to be different than anything my heroine, Abigail Thatch expected. Every step of the way, something had to be a little off kilter about this world. So instead of chance meeting with an old man, Abigail meets a troll. When the ship’s sails fold into kites, she sails upon the wind rather than the sea. Everything she never knew existed becomes a real magical fairytale.

In the story, Abigail tastes a chocolate confection from a hidden place on Jasper’s desk. While I could give you the recipe to that one, I think after you read the story, you will agree, this one is far more appealing.

CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER BALLS

12 ounces creamy peanut butter

8 ounces unsalted butter

1 pound powdered sugar

12 ounces of melting chocolate

Mix first three ingredients thoroughly. Chill in refrigerator 4 hours. Form into 1 inch balls or desired shape. Freeze balls until very firm. Melt chocolate. Dip each ball and set on wax paper until chocolate has re-hardened. Store in refrigerator.

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Since the loss of her father, Abigail Thatch’s life has been in turmoil. Her social status is in shambles, her finances depleted, and she’s on the verge of losing her beloved home. But everything changes when she meets the dashing flying machine captain Jasper Blackthorn. Not only does he introduce her to a world she thought only existed in myth and legend, he awakens sensual feelings deep within her…

Jasper may be immortal, but he hasn’t truly lived in years. Having secretly watched over Abigail as a favor to her notorious grandfather, he can’t resist arranging a “chance” meeting with the beauty. But he has an ulterior motive: to retrieve the mystical Crystal Compass hidden in her house before it falls into the wrong hands. He never imagines he’ll be tempted to love again…

When Abigail learns the truth, she and Jasper embark on a journey that will change both of their lives—and possibly the world…       Read an Excerpt

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I got you the end of the world.

The question always comes up for Valentine’s Day. What’s a romantic gesture? Diamond jewelry? Fancy dinner? Bed strewn with rose petals?  This year I’ve simplified this holiday with a one stop shopping solution: The apocalypse.

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What better venue to show your loved one how much you really care?  There’s no doubt your passion is true when you’re willing to put your life on the line to ensure your partner’s survival.  That’s what was so intriguing for me when I created the Burning Earth’s first novella THE LAST NIGHT.  The apocalypse is the perfect place for characters to show what they’re made of.  It is the ultimate stage for incredible acts of bravery, intelligence, and strength.

I think that’s why you’ll see a lot of romance set after the end of the world this year (look for Ella Drake’s DESERT BLADE coming from Carina in April).  In other sub-genres, there’s often a metaphoric end of the world, a broken heart or cutting betrayal, but in post-apocalyptic romance, society as we know it is actually over and rebuilding the world will test the mettle of the characters.

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In THE LAST NIGHT, chained earthquakes tear the world apart, releasing ancient viruses.  Many of the humans who survived the quakes are turned into stone-skinned mutants called ashers.  They’re burning the world down and eating the ashes of the past.  And if they get a hold of us, they feast.  So for my main characters Erica and Jake, the stakes are already very high.  Survive or die.  And to fall in love in the midst of all that will prove just how strong their bond really is.

This isn’t to say that for Valentine’s Day I’m going to set off the actual apocalypse for my wife, Zoë Archer.  We live out heroic and romantic deeds all the time as we write, so plans for that night are a bit quieter than destroying the world.  That means you don’t need to stockpile too much canned beef.

But being prepared is always a good idea.  That’s why I’m giving away a custom survival kit and a PDF copy of THE LAST NIGHT to one commenter.  My question to you is:  What is the most romantic gift someone could give you in the post-apocalyptic world?

I’ll select a random winner (sorry but because of customs, this is open to US addresses only) and will send the survival kit (hopefully) some time before the end of the world.

You can purchase THE LAST NIGHT from:
Carina Press
Amazon Kindle
Barnes and Noble Nook

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http://www.nicorosso.com

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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.

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In Praise of Nerd Heroes

Hi, I’m Zoë, and I’m a nerd lover.

Hi, Zoë.

As a romance reader, and romance author, I know I’m supposed to love the big, brooding, badass alpha hero.  He’s the guy who can do everything—lead an assault on a nest of vampires, single-handedly take down the drug cartel, defeat the spy ring while flawlessly dancing a waltz and making all the maidens weak with desire.  These heroes are larger than life, and yes, they definitely make a woman’s pulse speed up.

But give me a shy, smart guy, and watch me swoon.

There’s something so utterly charming, something that makes me all weak in the knees when a man who’s known for his brains suddenly loses his composure around the woman he fancies.  He doesn’t have the smooth moves, he doesn’t know the right words to say.  He may even stammer and blush.  He’s more comfortable thinking up complex equations than seducing, and that makes his awkward attempts at wooing all the more irresistible.

Of course, I’m also talking about a romance hero, so my favorite nerd heroes can also kick butt.  It wouldn’t quite work if the heroine had to keep bailing him out, would it?  So underneath his button-down shirt or uniform, you’re going to find a body that’s just as sexy and capable as his brains.  Oh, and you know that famous line from the film “Revenge of the Nerds?”  “All Jocks ever think about is sports, all [nerds] ever think about is sex.” Yeah, that’s definitely true.  Smart guy + sex = very attentive, creative lovemaking.

Lieutenant Nils Calder, the hero of CHAIN REACTION, is the top mind in the 8th Wing’s Engineering Corps.  (The other 8th Wing soldiers refer to Engineering as NerdWorks.)  He’s also the very last person Lieutenant Celene Jur wants accompanying her on her mission of vengeance.  But behind Nils’s quiet, nerdy exterior beats the heart of a true warrior.  All he has to do is survive the mission—and survive Celene.

Tell me some of your favorite nerd heroes!  I’ll pick a winner from one of the comments to receive a copy of CHAIN REACTION.

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You can read an excerpt of CHAIN REACTION here.

Order: Carina, Amazon Kindle, Barnes & Noble Nook

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Zoë is a RITA-award nominated romance author who loves kickass heroines and heroes who love kickass heroines.  Her books include the paranormal historical Hellraisers series and the acclaimed Blades of the Rose historical paranormal adventure series. she enjoys baking, tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ’80s.  She and her husband, fellow romance author Nico Rosso, live in Los Angeles.

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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