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The Kowalskis are back!

That seems like a very guy sort of thing.” — Jane from DearAuthor.com in her review of Yours To Keep.

I’ve been asked a time or two if the Kowalski guys are inspired by men I know and…yes. Yes, they are. Now, before you single ladies start Mapquesting my town and packing your bags, let me say I don’t know any smoking-hot, six-foot-tall guys with pretty blue eyes and killer dimples. (Well, Joe and Kevin got the killer dimples. Poor Sean has had to make it through life without them.)

But, though they’re wrapped up in romance hero outer packaging, the hearts and souls of the Kowalski guys are definitely inspired by men I know. Strong men who hate riding shotgun, work hard, play hard, take care of their families, love their children without reservation and show their affection for other men by insulting the crap out of them. You know…guy stuff.

My favorite part of writing the Kowalski family series has been writing the guy sorts of things. I loved the relationships between Joe, Kevin and Mike in the first two books (along with Evan, their brother-in-law), and Sean (whom one reader referred to as “such a guy”) fit right in. Not only is he close to his cousins but, having lost his parents, I’m particularly fond of his relationship with his Uncle Leo and Aunt Mary. I think all of the Kowalski guys in general have two of the traits that first attracted me to my husband—they don’t take any crap and they love to laugh—but Sean seems to have gotten an extra helping to make up for the lack of dimples.

So, I’m curious: what’s the personality trait that attracts you to somebody the most? His or her loyalty? Sense of humor? Intelligence?

Shannon Stacey has written romances in a variety of subgenres, but they all have one thing in common—a happily ever after is guaranteed. She can be found blogging (almost) daily on her website, www.shannonstacey.com and is often spotted running amok on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Goodreads and the eHarlequin.com community. Her current release, Yours To Keep, is available now from Carina Press.

Redux: choosing a pen name

Last August, I blogged here about things to consider when choosing a pen name. I hope you’ll go and read that post before you read the rest of this one, it covers a lot of basics of what you should think about and I think it’s a great post. I’m not going to repeat all of the advice I gave there, in this post. However, I do have a few things to add to it…

Do you really need a new pen name?

If you’re already using a pen name, do you need a second? Some reasons people choose a second pen name are…

*to reboot their careers. If your sales have been dismal in the past, booksellers will either order really low print numbers or none at all from your original pen name, so agents/publishers might suggest a new pen name for this reason, to help give you a second chance with booksellers. They might also suggest a new pen name if your original editorial content wasn’t….very successful (please note I avoided saying abject failure) with readers, got bad reviews or just didn’t seem to catch on.

*to avoid mixing wildly different genres. By this I mean, if you’re writing erotic romance and YA, you might want a new pen name (as an example, erotic author Megan Hart recently sold a YA series that she’ll be writing under the pen name Em Garner ). Or perhaps inspirational and a sexy romance series. Author Lucy Monroe wrote a few inspirational romances under the pen name LC Monroe. It’s possible you may want to do the same if you’re writing very divergent genres.

I will point out that some authors, Carrie Vaughn, for example, write under one pen name (in her case urban fantasy and YA) regardless. This works for her and allows her to focus on building one brand name.

However, you might not want to choose a new pen name just because you’re writing romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Genres that are simply different in subgenre, or not on two ends of the spectrum of the fanbase don’t necessarily demand a new pen name. In fact, often they won’t. Think of how hard it’s been to build your brand, engage in social media, develop a website, do promotion and marketing for your first pen name. Now imagine doing that–all of that, with equal energy and enthusiasm–for a second. Or a third. Think long and hard about choosing a pen name, or a second or third, if you’ve already built your brand and presence under another name. You can build a brand and still write different genres under one pen name. It’s been done, and done successfully.

Alternately, if you don’t have a pen name, is there a reason to choose a pen name, or can you use your real name? Some people want to use their real names, and that’s perfectly fine! However, there are a multitude of reasons (too many to cover here) for people to choose a pen name and that’s perfectly fine as well.

How different from your real name does your pen name need to be?

Remember, you’re going to be answering to this pen name for (hopefully) the rest of your life. Maybe you want to keep your “real” first name so you don’t have to train yourself to be called by a second name. Or maybe you’ve always wanted a new name and now’s your chance!

Can you build a brand around this name?

This is really similar to some of what I said in the earlier post, but it’s worth repeating. You’re going to be building your career around this name. Do you want to build a brand around Sexy Kitty? Or do you want to build a brand around a name like Nora Roberts? (uh, just don’t choose THAT name, k?) Which name will have the most appeal, will make readers feel as if they can trust in the quality of your work, in your story and your storytelling? That trust, that quality, that voice…those are your brand and you want a name that fits your brand and is going to have mass appeal.

Is someone already using that name?

Like, you know, Nora Roberts. Even if your real name is Nora Roberts, you can’t use it. I’m sorry, but the hassle and fallout you’d deal with don’t make it worth it. And your name would NEVER be at the top of the Google/search returns. Probably never even in the first ten pages of Google hits.

Now, is it possible to use the same name as someone else? Sure, Angela James is also a very famous female hockey player. In fact, she’s going to be the first one (of two) women inducted into the hockey hall of fame. That’s a big deal. Yet I still manage to hold my own in the search results. But it takes a lot of work, time and attention to keeping my rankings active. I also am lucky that she appears to have no interest in social media, because I got to most of those names first. I don’t, however, own www.angelajames.com (and neither does she). That honor, to my eternal regret, goes to a runner. I’ve managed to build my brand around another website name (Nice Mommy, Evil Editor) but I’ve done that, along with building my search rankings, over nearly a decade. I’d imagine most of you want easier discoverablity than within a decade, so consider choosing a name that no one else in a public position is using.

What name are you using now?

I know a lot of writers who aren’t yet published, who are on social media, developing a presence, developing a brand and relationships with readers, fellow authors, agents and publishers under the name they don’t intend to use for writing. This is a big mistake. Let me say it again: this is a big mistake. It’s never too early to pick a (suitable) pen name and start building it. It doesn’t make sense to put time and effort into developing a social media presence with a name you’re not going to put on the cover of your books. It will create more work and effort for you to move those people over to your new social media accounts, and also to get them familiar with the “new” you. Start building familiarity now! (just make sure you go back to all of my original points and pick a pen name that’s not going to make an agent or publisher recoil in horror)

Ultimately, choosing a pen name is actually a pretty important endeavor. Not one to do flippantly or cavalierly. Put some thought into it, research your options and spend a few days getting used to the pen name before you make a final decision. This might be the name history remembers you as!

My First Time

A Marriage of Inconvenience is my second published book, but it’s the first one I finished. And also the third.
A Marriage of Inconvenience
How is that possible, you may ask?  Well, the version I call my first book was, frankly, an unpublishable mess. It was 150,000 words, a fine length for, say, an epic fantasy, but just a tad long for a historical romance/coming-of-age story whose entire plot takes place over less than two months. I wrote it in the heroine’s first person point of view, which isn’t necessarily a bad choice, but one that imposes certain limitations on a romance plot. It had secondary characters enough for a Tolstoy novel and was written in a stylized, self-consciously historical voice.

After finishing that first draft, I tried to sell it (because I was too new to recognize an unpublishable mess when I saw one).  Upon getting universally rejected, I realized maybe I had something yet to learn about this whole writing business, joined RWA, started going to writing conferences and studied craft books. I wrote The Sergeant’s Lady, whose heroine is a secondary character in A Marriage of Inconvenience. By the time I finished Sergeant I knew I wanted to revisit Marriage now that I had a better sense of how to, you know, WRITE.

So I made a new outline that chopped out half the subplots and extraneous secondary characters, reconsidered the hero and heroine’s character arcs and started over from scratch. Not a single scene from the first manuscript appears in the published version of Marriage–which is why I say it’s also my third book.

But that first version of the book, the one you’ll never ever see, is as dear to my heart as anything else I’ve ever written. All because I finished it.

I’d been starting novels since I was 15 or so. In high school there must have been at least a dozen wish fulfillment YA romances with heroines who were brainy band/quiz team/drama geeks like me, only petite where I was tall and possessed of spectacular coloring (auburn hair! turquoise eyes!) where I had ordinary brown hair and eyes. I’d get about three chapters into each one before getting bored and abandoning them.

As I moved into college and my early 20’s, I didn’t start as many stories, but I got deeper into them before giving up. There were two about young women who’d left small-town Southern homes for urban East Coast colleges, so I hadn’t lost my autobiographical urge yet, but the wish fulfillment and rarely-found-in-nature coloring were toned down. And then there was the huge epic fantasy that I honestly believe I would’ve finished if I hadn’t gone to England for a year, met my future husband (another American volunteer in the same program) and got distracted getting married and moving from Philly to Seattle.

I loved to write and kept having ideas for stories. But I’d long since concluded I wasn’t capable of finishing anything and therefore wasn’t a real writer. When I first got the idea for Marriage, I resisted it for the longest time. Why put in the time if I was just going to drop it after 100 pages or so?

But the heroine, Lucy Jones, just wouldn’t leave me alone. I wanted to dive into her character and show readers how an outwardly quiet, meek and powerless woman could have tremendous inner strength that would lead her to triumph once she learned how to deploy it.

At last I said, “OK, since you won’t shut up, I’ll write you. Maybe after 50 pages or so, you’ll leave me in peace.” But she didn’t. I kept writing. Every week, and almost every day. I took a class at the local community college that expected us to bring in pages for critique, so on my worst weeks I at least managed 10 pages so I’d have something new to take in. And I think it made a HUGE difference that I was finally writing in a genre I actually READ. No wonder I never finished any of those YA contemporaries or semi-literary coming-of-age novels. 90% of the novels I read are set in either the past or a fantasy or science fiction world, so I don’t know why I expected myself to write anything different. (Susanna’s lesson for writers: Writing what you love is more important than writing what you know.)

It took a little over a year, but one day I wrote the last page. James and Lucy were married, they were happy together, and they had confessed their love to each other. I typed in five centered hashmarks below my final sentence, as a manuscript formatting guide I’d found recommended. I had finished a book. Never before or since have I felt that same combination of joy, power, and elation. On days when I’m feeling tired or discouraged, when I just don’t feel like sitting down at the computer, I go back to that moment and how happy I was. That’s when I knew I was a real author, that I was doing what I was meant to do.  A quote from Firefly came to mind  (I find that many of life’s most intense moments have appropriate Joss Whedon quotes): “No power in the ‘verse can stop me.”

Your turn! Tell me the story of the first time you fulfilled a dream. Or tell me your favorite Joss Whedon quote!

For more information about A Marriage of Inconvenience, including an excerpt, visit my website. You can also find me on Twitter and Facebook.

A Marriage of Inconvenience is available at Carina, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other retailers.

Science Fiction Is the Other Historical

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For most of my romance-writing career, I have focused on writing historical stories.  I’ve written about the Victorian and Georgian periods, and loved every minute of it.  I’ll come right out and admit that I’m a research geek.  Maybe it’s the former academic in me, but there’s something very exciting about chasing down facts and tidbits about eras and places I could never go.  I love learning a new detail and then having that detail influence the narrative, and I also love having a specific plot in mind, and finding the exact historical information I need to shore up that plot’s demands. It’s a thrill!  Some people base jump or swim with sharks for thrills.  I go to the library.

So, what’s an admitted history nerd doing writing a science fiction space opera romance?

The truth is that science fiction and futuristics are actually historicals.  Just like in historical fiction, science fiction takes place in eras different from our own.  Instead of requiring research at the library or online, sci-fi writers have to do extensive world-building.  We actually need to write a different world’s history, and make it just as rich and full of unique detail as our own history.  We must invent customs, legends, figures of speech, rules of conduct and laws, clothing, vehicles, taboos, spiritual beliefs—in short, we have to create whole cultures and make them relatable so that readers aren’t completely alienated (heh) from the story.

When I decided to write COLLISION COURSE, I took everything I learned from writing historical romance and applied that to realms beyond the stars.  Give detail, but not so much that it overwhelms the narrative or the characters.  Remember that the world exists to support the romance, not the other way around.  Unlike with historical romance, however, I couldn’t hope that my reader already knew certain facts about a time period or place, so I had to integrate details in such a way that made sense but also didn’t grind the action to a halt.

Ultimately, I wanted to tell a story with a ton of action, some very steamy scenes, a very sexy hero, and a heroine who unapologetically kicks ass.  It doesn’t matter what era in which I set my romances, it’s all about having a good time.

So tell me, do you think science fiction is the other historical?  What are your favorite time periods to read about?  Leave a comment, and I’ll pick a commenter at random and send them a print copy from my backlist! (US and Canada)

For more information about COLLISION COURSE, including an excerpt, visit my website.  You can also find me on Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr.

COLLISION COURSE is available from Carina Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other retailers.

Moira Rogers on Witches, Werewolves and Wintery wickedness

For full techno-colour effect, back up two posts and start there. Read them? Good–now you can proceed without wondering which rabbit hole you fell down and where is the bottle with the ‘Drink Me’ tag.

Enter the chaos that is Moira Rogers. Not only do I (Vivian) get to interview my heroes, but I get TWO-TWO-TWO sticks in one. (If you don’t get the joke, you’re young. If you do get the joke, you watched too much TV when you were little) I could add more charming banter… or, we can get straight to the fun. Moira Rogers is actual two genteel southern ladies, Donna and Bree, who kick butt when it comes to writing paranormal worlds.

FREEZE on the LINE

Vivian: Which witch from the Wizard of Oz would you be?—and Donna gets to pick first and Bree second, and no, you can’t pick the same one. **pops corn and waits for the fireworks to start**

Donna:  Easy. Wicked Witch of the East. Squished by a house right off the bat, but wearing some slamming shoes—that’s me.

Bree: Considering how often I threaten to unleash flying monkeys at people on twitter… no, no. I want to be a Good Witch!  From the South? ;)

Vivian: Werewolves and hotsprings. Fur or no fur?

Donna:  Um, no.  No fur.  Wouldn’t that smell like wet dog?

Bree: Well, I feel like I should say “fur” just to be different, but my sense of smell trumps my need for individuality. No fur, please.

Vivian: Create your own magical spell using your choice of Klingon, Elvish or ASL. I need the word/gestures and a definition of the resulting chaos.

Donna:  Here’s my Klingon offering, along with the completely self-explanatory translation:  ‘eH, batlh bIHeghjaj! maj… toH, NUQ DAQ YUJ DA’POL??  (Ready, may you die well! Good… So, WHERE’S THE CHOCOLATE??)

Bree:

Bree's Spell

Resulting chaos should be books falling from the sky in vast numbers!

WINTERY WOES

Vivian: What’s the worst winter storm you’ve ever experienced?

Donna:  Haha, this one’s easy too.  Down here in Alabama, we have something called “The Blizzard of ’93”.  There was lots of ice and snow and a tree fell on our house.  We survived—the whole week—by heating cans of soup on our until-then purely decorative woodburning heater.  It was all very rustic.

Bree: On winter, in Minnesota, it got to 60 below zero.  The Governor had to get on TV and pretty much close the state down, because it was too cold to go outside.  That wasn’t very much fun–we couldn’t even play in all the pretty snow!

Vivian: Name one article of clothing that’s a necessity on a trek to the North Pole that you’d love to force someone else to wear in the middle of summer.

Donna:  Why would I want to do that?  Said person would quickly get sweaty in the summer heat, and sweaty people are stinky people.

Bree: I like hats. I think everyone should have to wear big fluffy winter hats all year round.  Isn’t the world just a little more fun when we’re all wearing hats? (And mittens!)

Vivian: If you ever met a fawn by a lamp-post in the center of a wood, what would your honest first reaction be? (And yes, Donna, you are armed…)

Donna:  Awww, a fawn.  But WTF?  There are no lamp posts in the woods around here.  You only find those in civilization, dude.

Bree: If the top half of its body looks like James McAvoy, I imagine I experience a great deal of discomfort and then run away. (Narnia jokes FTW!)

Vivian: And there you have it, a snapshot of the authors who make up Moira Rogers. And here’s a snapshot of what their contribution to Winter Wishes is about.
Freeze Line by Moira Rogers
She can’t survive in his world; he can’t stay sane in hers

A twenty-first century ice age dulls the magic that emanates from the earth. Shane Sullivan is a lone wolf above the freeze line. He has no desire to join the packs that range closer to the border, where feral instincts can turn a man into a monster. Not until the winter solstice, when he stumbles across a dying witch who needs his help to get back to her people—and her magic—in the south.

Nadia is a powerful woman in her own world, but she’s been drained by her escape from captivity in a northern lab. She knows it’s foolhardy to trust a werewolf, but he’s her only chance to survive the vast white wilderness. The farther south they travel, the harder it is for Shane to keep the beast within under control, and as their mutual attraction intensifies, Nadia’s no longer sure she wants him to.

Freeze Line, No Angel and Tangled Tinsel. Three stories with a twist on tradition. We hope you enjoy them, and all the best of the season to you from us all. If you’re looking for more information, here are the best places to track us down and pounce on us—only check first to see if we’re carrying eggnog, because that stuff is deadly to clean up when you spill it.

Moira Rogers:     website | blog | twitter (Bree) | twitter (Donna) | facebook
Vivi Andrews:     website | blog | twitter | facebook
Vivian Arend:     website | blog | twitter | facebook

Oh, to add to Bree’s comment. To me, winter hats are called toques, and the best kind have long strings that dangle down on either side of your head ready to leap into your hot chocolate if you aren’t careful.  :D What’s your favorite winter wear, and if you can work in a Narnia joke, we’ll <3 you forever.

Vivi Andrews on Angels, Demons & Dressing Like an Elf

Happy Holidays!

I admit, I often approach blogging with trepidation. I hate talking about myself.  I don’t think that’s much of a secret to anyone who knows me, but it makes being an author a bit uncomfortable at times.  When faced with the prospect of writing a serious blog post about myself, or my life, or basically anything where I feel pressured to be witty and/or insightful, I freeze up faster than a deer in the world’s largest set of headlights.

That’s why I love the Winter Wishes collection, where I’m lucky enough to be surrounded by my awesome friends, Vivi Andrews and Vivian Arend. No one wants to listen to me stutter incoherently while looking for the nearest virtual exit, but I can talk about Vivi Andrews or–even better–talk to Vivi Andrews.

So I sat down to ask my fellow paranormal romance author all of the most pressing questions about angels, demons and holiday decorations.

ANGELS VS DEMONS

Moira: If you had to challenge the devil to a contest of wits or skill, what would you pick? Fiddling? Chess? Word wars?  What is your secret evil talent?

Vivi: Movie trivia, baby.  I reign undefeated at Scene It.  The Devil is going down if he thinks he can take me on, Hollywood style.

Moira: Would you rather commune with the angels or party with the demons?

Vivi: I’m not much of a communer and I bet the parties in Hell are something to see.  I’d love to sneak into one just to observe the mayhem. Somehow I picture them as all the glamour and excesses of the French aristocracy – including the occasional beheading.

Moira: The devil is trying to tempt you with the most sinful food imaginable.  What is he offering you?

Vivi: Sinful, huh?  The most tempting to me would probably be Diet Coke (do not get between an addict and her diet coke) but sinful… Chocolate Caramel Fudge Brownies. Eleven-zillion-calories per ounce and worth every hour on the elliptical.

HOLIDAY CHEER

Moira: If you could put one book in every holiday present pile, what would it be?

Vivi: My first thought was How the Grinch Stole Christmas which took me on a whole Dr. Seuss thought-bender.  (Sneetches! Lorax! Horton!)  And if it’s in every holiday present pile Dr. Seuss is probably a tad more appropriate for younger audiences than say, Lady Chatterly’s Lover or Christopher Moore’s Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror.  So yeah, I’ll stick with the Grinch to avoid traumatizing the kiddies.

Moira: Holiday decorations: vital to life, or too much hassle?

Vivi: Oxygen. Beyond necessary – but only after November 20th.  Holiday decorations in September are a crime against humanity.  (However I do approve of randomly decorating in May just to mess with your neighbors’ minds. Especially if you’re blaring carols at the same time.)

Moira: Have you ever, or would you ever, dress up like an elf?  (Renaissance fairs and Tolkien costumes count.)

Vivi: I have not yet dressed up as an elf, but honestly there are very few things I wouldn’t dress up as. (I should not admit that online, that one is gonna come back to bite me.)  So yeah, I’d totally go all elfin.  And then go to the grocery store just to see what kind of reactions I would get.

Moira: Isn’t she awesome?  And since she was so kind as to answer my (admittedly quirky) questions, I suppose it’s only fair that I include the cover of her awesomely witty contribution to the Winter Wishes collection.

No Angel by Vivi AndrewsWhen Sasha’s boyfriend, Jay, is sucked through a fiery vortex to Hell, an angel reveals that Sasha’s been chosen as the Champion of Virtue in the battle for his immortal soul. As a perennial offender on Santa’s naughty list, Sasha can’t believe she’s anyone’s idea of a girl fighting on the side of the angels. But if she doesn’t save Jay, he’ll be stuck in Hell forever!

Jay—aka Jevroth—isn’t surprised to find himself back in Hell. His visa to visit the mortal plane expired three months ago, but to steal more time with Sasha he’s been ignoring his mother’s demands that he come home to spend time with his new stepfather: Lucifer.

Sasha has until dawn on the twenty-fifth of December to fight the Legions of Hell and rescue Jay, or be trapped there for eternity herself. But now she must decide if the lying son-of-a-demon is even worth saving…

The fun’s not over yet, though.  After I subjected Vivi to such rigorous journalistic interrogation, she felt the need to chase down Vivian Arend to give her the same treatment.  Vivian, of course, retaliated by trapping both halves of Moira Rogers in a room and shining a light on our faces until we answered all of her pressing questions. Don’t miss the wacky hijinks that ensued!

What question would you ask Vivi Andrews if you had her at your mercy?  Ask away in the comments, and I’ll badger her to answer.

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Bree is one half of the Moira Rogers writing team. Find them on twitter (@moirarogersbree & @donnajherren) or at their website or blog.

It’s not what you know, but who you know

One of the things a writer hears a lot is write what you know. That means different things to different people and, depending on how an author interprets it, she may or may not agree with that little tidbit of advice.

I spin it a little differently: Write who you know.

One of things I’ve seen written a lot about the Kowalski family from Exclusively Yours and Undeniably Yours is that they feel like “real” people. That probably stems in part from the fact I know those people. Not literally, of course. That’s never a good idea.

But I’m surrounded by men who work hard and respect their women. They give their brothers crap, but woe to the outsider with a bad word about one of them. I’ve waited my share of tables, as have my sister and my mother and my aunt and my grandmother and…well, you get the picture. I’ve never been to a nightclub and don’t really care to change that, but I’ll sit in a sports bar* and cheer on the Patriots. We laugh a lot, even through the rough stuff. Or maybe especially through the rough stuff. Small town, working-class people are my people. I know how they think. How they talk.

I can hang a profession on my character—make him a bestselling horror author or a former Navy SEAL or whatever the story calls for—but at the core he’s still a small-town, family-orientated guy who’s not afraid to work with his hands.

So I write not what I know, but who I know in the hope characters who feel genuine to me will also ring true for you, the readers.

*Quick tangent: It’s very easy to type sports bra instead of sports bar. You can imagine the typos I had!

So my first job was waiting tables in a café in a VERY small town in Missouri, where I accidentally refilled the sugar dispensers with salt. Trust me, that’ll really wake up a farmer at the butt-crack of dawn. What was your first job? Or your oddest job?

About 10am eastern tomorrow (to let all the time zones play), I’ll draw a random name from the comments to win a copy of either Exclusively Yours or Undeniably Yours.

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Shannon Stacey has written romances in a variety of subgenres, but they all have one thing in common—-a happily ever after is guaranteed. She can be found blogging (almost) daily on her website, www.shannonstacey.com and is often spotted running amok on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.

An Ebook Convert

I have a confession: I didn’t read ebooks regularly until I sold The Sevenfold Spell to Carina Press. I had only read a handful, usually at the request of an author I knew well. The reason why I usually avoided them? I had to read them at my computer. And I spent too much time at the computer as it was. My computer isolated me in the study, and my daughter hated it when I disappeared in the study. I hated it too.

Then came the sale to Carina Press in May. I said to my husband, “If I’m going to be an ebook author, I need to embrace the technology.” Besides, I needed a way to show off my book!

Before the end of the month, I had a nook, and I was itching to download the Carina Press titles I had already purchased prior to launch. These books on my nook reflect my love of fantasy, science fiction, mystery and historical fiction. Here they are:

Allegra Fairweather: Paranormal Investigator by Janni Nell – I just loved the idea of a paranormal investigator. The cover also sold me on this one.

Captive Spirit by Liz Fichera – I also love novels about different cultures. I got two here, Hohokam Indians and Spanish desperadoes. I really enjoyed it.

In Enemy Hands by by KS Augustin – The math genius whose memory was erased got me, plus I loved the cover with the nonstandard hero. He looks like he escaped a mental hospital, and I want to know more.

Rakes and Radishes by Susanna Ives – This novel just sounded so fun. The characters just get themselves in such a mess. Plus, there is an author’s note before the opening pages that explains about the discovery of Uranus. I was intrigued!

Song of Seduction by Carrie Lofty – A romance about the musical world in the time of Beethoven? As a classical music lover, this was a must-buy.

Scene Stealer by Elise Warner – I was unable to resist this cozy mystery.  A little old lady who tries to solve the mystery of a missing kid just had all the right ingredients.

The Bloodgate Guardian by Joely Sue Burkhart – I’ve read Joely’s earlier work (Survive My Fire) and I just love her authorial voice. So I had to have this one.

The Price of Freedom by Jenny Schwartz – I won this one! The cover copy for this novel intrigued me, and I would have purchased it even if I had not won it.

The Sergeant’s Lady by Susanna Fraser – As a military veteran, I loved the idea of a gentlewoman falling for a common sergeant, and I wanted to read her story. I also just loved the guy on the cover.

Alas, I have not had time to read much over the last few hectic months. Here are some other books that I want to give a try:

The Spurned Viscountess by Shelley Munro – I read an excerpt from this novel last week and I think the voice is terrific.

Sunrise over Texas by M. J. Fredrick – Oh, man did I fall in love with this cover. I also love survival stories. Add the fact that the hero just wants to take care of these women and I’m in love with him too.

No One Lives Twice by Julie Moffett – A geeky spy? I’m all over this one.

On Her Trail by Marcelle Dube – This one interested me back during the author’s launch. The mafia in the Yukon? Cool!

Desperate Choices by Kathy Ivan – Blend New Orleans, a missing kid and a PI hero, and I’m hooked.

How did you get hooked on ebooks? Leave a comment and I’ll enter you into a drawing to win an ecopy of The Sevenfold Spell. I’ll announce the winner the evening.

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An Excerpt from The Sevenfold Spell

For my excerpt from The Sevenfold Spell, I thought I’d share a part that’s hinted about in the cover copy–the part where Talia and her mother decide to build a new spinning wheel.

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One day, I arrived home from the market to find my mother sitting in her chair, holding a spindle. Not a hand-spindle, but a spindle from a real spinning wheel. It took me a moment to recognize it, because I was not used to seeing it as a separate part.

“Mother,” I said. Ever since the affair with Willard, I had called her thusly. “Where did you get that?”

She cradled the spindle as if it were a child. “Widow Harla gave it to me. She found some spare parts while she was packing.” The widow’s brewing business had been such a success that she had converted her shop to a tavern.

“What are you going to do with it?” I asked.

She looked up at me. “I’m going to build a new spinning wheel,” she said, “and you are going to help me.”

A dozen questions whirled through my mind. I remembered the constable, the armed guards, the spell-wielding fairy. “But what about the ban?”

“It’s been two years and more. They’re hardly looking for spinning wheels these days.”

“How would we hide it?” A spinning wheel has a very particular sound. Its whirring would be audible from the street.

“We’ll spin in the cellar.”

“There’s not enough light down there.”

“I’m a good enough spinster that I don’t need much light,” she said. “And one day you will be, as well.”

“But we have not the skill to build our own spinning wheel.”

“I know every part of a spinning wheel. I can picture one if I close my eyes. We will build a spinning wheel, and then we’ll have the only one in the country.”

As she spoke, I felt an interest quickening within me. Our lives were so dull—the construction of an illegal spinning wheel would certainly enliven it.

She started by having me go buy a cartwheel, which she intended to craft into a flywheel. I went to our neighbor, the wheel- and wainwright down the street. His name was Master Caleb.

“A cartwheel, Miss Talia?” Master Caleb asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Just one?” His brown eyes studied me.

“Yes, sir. Our…our cart lost a wheel.”

“I see. Could you bring the cart in, so I might match it?”

I had not thought of this. “It only needs to be about this big.” I held out my hands about two feet apart.

“But it must be matched to the other wheel, miss.”

Crestfallen, I looked at him. “Oh, I see.”

He regarded me for a moment. “However, I do have wheels for special carts. If I’m not mistaken, you must have one of those special carts.”

I, of course, had no cart at all, but he insisted on showing it to me. He led me to the back room and showed me a wheel.

It was a flywheel. From a spinning wheel. Terrified, I looked up at him.

“Do I understand you, miss?”

“But, sir, this is…this is…”

He smiled. “They only looked for intact spinning wheels, miss. They never came here to claim my unsold stock.”

“But if I should be seen?”

“I’ll wrap it up so it looks square.”

I watched him as he wrapped the wheel in burlap between two squares of wood, which I faithfully promised to return. He had nice, strong arms.

When I came home with a genuine flywheel, my mother was elated.

Mother made detailed drawings, and soon it became clear that we would need specially shaped wooden parts. We, of course, had no woodworking shop, and had not the means to make such parts.

But Master Caleb did. I decided to ask him to help us. To repay him, I resolved to become his mistress. Of course, convincing him took an effort.

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What is your favorite fairy tale and why? Be sure to leave a comment for a chance to win The Sevenfold Spell this evening. I’ll announce the winner in the comments section of the final post of the day.

You can visit Tia Nevitt at her website at www.tianevitt.com, where she keeps a book blog. You can also follow her on Twitter and Facebook, and she’s an active participant at eHarlequin.


A Weird Version of Sleeping Beauty

When I was researching The Sevenfold Spell, I knew that there was another version of Sleeping Beauty out there with a heroine named Talia, but I didn’t know more than that. So I did some research. I found this Italian fairy tale by Giambattista Basile called Sun, Moon and Talia. Like my story, it is no story for children. The story was way too weird for me, so the only thing I kept was Talia’s name. I wanted my Talia to be Aurora’s opposite–ugly to Aurora’s beauty, and sullied to Aurora’s virginity.

Why was it too weird? Well, read on.

In Basile’s story, Talia is the daughter of a lord, not a king. She does not have a fairy’s curse, but a prophesy at her birth told of her being endangered by flax. Flax is the stuff of linen. Seems like an odd thing to be endangered by, doesn’t it? The lord banned flax from his household, but it was no use. In all the stories, prophesies have a way of making themselves come true.

So far, not so weird–right?

One day, grown-up Talia happens upon an old woman spinning flax with a spindle. She asks the old woman if she can try, but she punctures herself with a splinter from the flax and falls into a swoon. Or a coma, I guess. (Important safety tip–stay away from those deadly flax fibers!)

Everyone thought she was dead, including her lordly father. He couldn’t bear to bury her, so he laid her out in a room and locked up the estate, leaving it forever as a grandiose tomb.

So along comes a young king, and here is where it gets weird. The king is hunting with his falcon and he follows the bird into the abandoned estate. Within, he beholds the sleeping Talia. And what does the handsome king do? Awaken her with a sweet and tender kiss?

No, he rapes her. Oh, I’m sorry. He’s overcome by desire and “makes love to her”. While she’s, you know, asleep. We’re sure she would have wanted him had she been awake. (Snort.)

Once he’s finished, he goes about his merry way, leaving Talia there on the bed, still unconscious. And nine months later, she gives birth to twins. While asleep.

I told you it got weird.

For a while, the babies were managing ok, having wandered to her breasts in the manner of young joeys. Oh wait. I’m sorry–this is where the fairies make their appearance–they help the infants to the mother’s breast. (I liked the heroic journey to her breasts better, but I didn’t write the story.) There, they suckle at need, and let’s not think too hard about baby poop and the rest. Eventually, one of the rooting infants gets lost on the bed and mistakes Talia’s finger for her nipple. He sucks out the splinter and that, not a tender kiss, is what wakes Talia up.

What a shock!

Talia names the twins Sun and Moon. She’s getting along ok, tended by invisible fairies and wondering what the heck happened. And then in his faraway kingdom, the young king finally remembers Talia. So he makes up a lie to his wife about hunting (yes, he’s married), and he goes off and finds her in the manor, along with her twin toddlers. (Toddlers!) He makes a clean confession and lo and behold, they fall in love.

Aww!

Blinded by his love, he goes back home to his wife, where he tosses and turns in his sleep and calls out Talia’s name. The queen through various machinations finds out who Talia is and tricks her into coming to the palace. There, the queen plots to have the children cooked into the king’s dinner, but the horrified cook hides the children away with his wife. Then the queen–truly an Evil Queen–orders Talia to be burned at the stake. Clever Talia gets the queen to covet her beautiful clothes and asks if she can remove them before being burned. The queen agrees. Talia screams and cries as each she sheds each article of clothing, and she attracts the attention of the king. He intervenes, casts his wife into the fire, retrieves his children, marries Talia, and they all live happily ever after.

Don’t worry. My story is nothing like this one.

Let’s face it–some of those fairy tales were strange. Which one do you think is the strangest? Be sure to leave a comment for a chance to win an ecopy of The Sevenfold Spell. The winner will be announced this evening, in the comments section of the last post of the day.

You can visit Tia Nevitt at her website at www.tianevitt.com, where she keeps a book blog. You can also follow her on Twitter and Facebook, and she’s an active participant at eHarlequin.