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Three Top Tips for Co-writing from Heidi Belleau & Violetta Vane

Hi, Carina blog readers! I’m Heidi Belleau. My co-writer Violetta Vane and I are the authors of the M/M urban fantasy The Druid Stone, which is out now from Carina Press. We’re often asked about how we co-write, from the nitty gritty of what programs we use through to how we settle disagreements. So here’s my top three tips for co-writing. If you’re co-writing a novel or are considering co-writing, I’m hoping this helps you get a grip on things! If you’re not a writer, I hope you enjoy this inside glimpse into the making of The Druid Stone.

1. Learn the tech

If you’re writing solo, chances are you have a preferred method of getting those words down. Maybe you like to handwrite in a notebook, then transfer to a computer. Maybe you use the classic Microsoft Word or the writer-friendly Scrivener. Maybe you prefer Write Or Die because it gives you extra motivation. Whatever choice you make, you came to that decision based on what works best for you. Co-writing is no different, except now your priorities have changed. The number-one most important feature becomes, “how do we share our work?”

For many authors, writing on Word with the “Track Changes” feature enabled is their go-to for co-writing. Write a bit, save the doc, email it to your co-writer when you’re done, and then they download it, write a bit more, save and email it back to you, rinse and repeat. Maybe one of you is responsible for a point of view each, or maybe you’ve planned things out and assigned each other chapters, and that’s how you determine when to trade off.

Violetta and I understand the appeal of that approach, but that’s not our thing. We like to write together in real-time, right down to editing each other’s sentences as we write them and finishing each other’s paragraphs. For that, we like Google Docs. In fact, we’re writing this blog post in Google Docs!

So how’s it work? We create a document that we then share. Sometimes we give beta readers access later on. Once we’ve done our pre-planning, we do a point by point breakdown of the chapter we’re working on and just start writing! The important thing is, Google Docs works for our purposes. We like to share, rather than delegate (although we do a bit of that, too), so e-mailing back and forth really doesn’t work for us. There are other programs for writing collaboratively, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses. Give them a try and see what works best for you!

And just as a side note, no matter what program you use initially, your eventual editors will be sending you a Word document with Track Changes on, which you can’t upload to GDocs or other collaborative services intact. So at some point, you’re going to have to work in Word (or a similar one-person-at-a-time processor). You can either email back and forth, taking pieces of the editing separately, or you can use a screensharing program, like we do. We like Teamviewer 6 (which is a bit laggy, but functional enough) or the built-in screensharing that comes with iChat if you have a Mac.

2. Communicate

I wrote a whole post on this for my individual blog, but the jist of it is this: co-writing is a creative and professional relationship. It’s taking something very personal to you (writing a book) and inviting another person into that sphere. If books are an author’s baby, then you are now co-parents. Congratulations! Now comes the hard part.

To mix my metaphor until it’s frothy, I want you to think back to… oh, every group project you ever did in school. Remember that feeling? Wondering who you were going to get paired with, wondering who was going to flake, dreading the thought that you were going to do all the work but your group members were going to get the same grade as you? Co-writing’s a little like that, except now money is involved. Luckily, unlike many school projects, you get to pick who you work with. You’re also both adults. Unluckily, adults can also be flakes or not do their fair share or be difficult to work with, even when it’s not intentional.

I can’t promise you’ll never have conflict or never pick the wrong person to co-write with, but I can give you advice to set you on the right track. Keep the lines of communication open from start to finish. Lay out your expectations. Ask questions. Talk about how you’re feeling. Set boundaries. Be open when something’s not working, but also be sure to compliment each other when something is. Co-writing comes with unique challenges, but it also comes with fantastic rewards. Being open and honest lets you make the most of both.

3. Be flexible – Conflict is good!

We create and design people from the ground up: their personalities, their appearances, their relationships. We control their every move. We may even muck about with their sex lives. Is it any wonder that authors might be a little bit… controlling? Like any artist, we often have a “vision”. We’re passionate about what we create and how. But unless you’ve hired out some kind of word-sandwich artist to write to your exact specifications, co-writing involves compromise. It involves disagreement. Sometimes passionate disagreement.

Now since you’re following tip two of this list and communicating effectively and respectively with your writing partner, you know that a clash of egos where you both go in intending to give no quarter isn’t gonna get anything written. You’re willing to hear each other out… but now what?

Did you know in an early draft of our novel The Druid Stone, the big Galway finale was meant to include a car chase? Violetta was absolutely mad about the idea. She had all these big grand plans and maps and, because she’s so very very visual, a big cinematic concept for the scene that could easily fit right into a blockbuster movie.

…And then I said no. No, that would take way too much explanation and logistics to get the car from Point A to Point B. No, have you ever seen an Irish city street. No, I just don’t think it fits the narrative as we’ve established it. Not surprisingly, she wasn’t too terribly pleased with my shutting her down, just as I haven’t been terribly pleased with her turning down my ideas. So she replied with “Well, we still need a big showpiece scene, so what do you suggest instead?” We talked it over, going back and forth on lots of different ideas, and eventually settled on the scene that’s in the final version.

Arguments and disagreements, as long as you both approach them professionally, can improve your writing. Only the strongest ideas survive. You work hard to convince the other person, and all that hard work shines through for the readers, too. A lot of the time, you come to a consensus or middle ground which is smarter and more unexpected and just plain better than what one person could come up with alone.

Sometimes you give up control. Sometimes you stand by your vision. Sometimes you fight it out until something new and brilliant emerges. Co-writing is chemistry. Sometimes your reactants just fizzle out, sometimes they explode, and sometimes they combine in that perfect way to make something really amazing (like chocolate chip cookies). It all comes down to what you’re mixing and how.

How about you? Have you ever co-written or considered co-writing? If you have, do you have other tips to share? And if you haven’t, why not? And readers, have you read any co-written novels you absolutely love? Ones under a single penname that you were surprised to hear were co-written after the fact?

About The Druid Stone

Sean never asked to be an O’Hara, and he didn’t ask to be cursed by one either.

After inheriting a hexed druid stone from his great-grandfather, Sean O’Hara starts reliving another man’s torture and death…every single night. And only one person can help.

Cormac Kelly runs a paranormal investigation business and doesn’t have time to deal with misinformed tourists like Sean. But Sean has real magic in his pocket, and even though Cormac is a descendant of legendary druids, he soon finds himself out of his depth…and not because Sean’s the first man he’s felt anything for in a long time.

The pair develop an unexpected and intensely sexual bond, but are threatened at every turn when Sean’s case attracts the unwelcome attention of the mad sidhe lords of ancient Ireland. When Sean and Cormac are thrust backward in time to Ireland’s violent history—and their own dark pasts—they must work together to escape the curse and save their fragile relationship.

The Druid Stone is available from Carina Press, Amazon, B&N and ARe. For other retailers and links to other stops on the blog tour, please visit knockmanovel.com. You can can also get in touch with Violetta and Heidi at their websites, or add us on twitter: @HeidiBelleau and @ViolettaVane.

 

Win a sterling silver Celtic triple spiral pendant!
The Celtic triple spiral is an ancient Irish symbol and an important recurring motif in The Druid Stone, and we’ve got a lovely silver version to give away to one lucky Carina reader! Leave us a comment here with your email and we’ll randomly select a winner on August 24th. We’ll contact the winner by e-mail on the day and arrange shipping to a mailing address of your choice to anywhere in North America. Bonne chance!

Suffering for Art

 

From Vincent van Gogh to Edgar Allan Poe, the rumors of a correlation between madness and creativity have existed for centuries. But, is madness simply an extreme form of pain? There are those who believe suffering is the road to creativity, that one must feel frustration and anxiety to reach the breakthrough moments that reveal true genius and beauty. (And doesn’t that make all of us “creative types” feel better…that there’s a purpose to our stress?)

In my new release, Avenging Angel, the villain is an artist. It soon becomes clear to the reader that the killer is touched by madness. He holds irrational beliefs about his paintings, trusting that, through his art, he will attain that for which he yearns most. His motivation is irrational, and yet he is capable of true genius and beauty when it comes to his creations. In fact, it is his pain that spurs him to complete his work. Unfortunately, he believes others must suffer to make his art great.

Do you believe it’s necessary to suffer in order to create good art? Do you have an example of an artist who walked the line between madness and genius? How has your life experience impacted your creative outlets?

 

PhotobucketAVENGING ANGEL (Mindhunters, Book 2), was released July 30th. It follows one of the characters from ONLY FEAR (Mindhunters, Book 1), Detective Noah Crandall, as he faces danger to protect the woman he loves from an artist who borders on madness, and finds his happy ending in the process…

 

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Grains of sand glistened in the moonlight, bright against the backdrop of her wet hair. Her blue lips were parted slightly, as if she could take in that last breath she’d been gasping for. She was, in a word, perfection.

When his friend’s niece is murdered, Detective Noah Crandall vows to track down the killer. Since the victim worked in an art gallery with the well-connected and well-heeled Vanessa Knight, Noah questions her first. Despite the chemistry between them, Noah tells himself a relationship would be impossible. He’s a loner and their backgrounds are worlds apart.

Drawn to Noah and horrified by the death of her intern, Vanessa shares her insights into the New York City art world. As they work together on the case, she’s tempted to explore the possibility of a real relationship with the sexy outsider who ignites her desire. But what Vanessa doesn’t realize is that in order to complete his gruesome series of paintings, the killer has targeted her to become his next victim…

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Anne Marie Becker has always been fascinated by people—inside and out—which led to degrees in Biology, Chemistry, Psychology, and Counseling.  To date, as a games hostess at Sea World, tutor, waitress, crisis counselor, and high school counselor, she indulged her curiosity through sanctioned professions.  Now, as a stay-at-home mom of three young children, her passion for understanding the human race is satisfied by her roles as mother, wife, daughter, sister, and writer.  She writes to reclaim her sanity.

Find out more at her website, Facebook, or Twitter.

 

Sometimes I want the bad guy to win.

While writing The Ravenous Dead, I got to thinking about how there are all sorts of bad guys in the world of fiction - and the bulk of them are so rotten they deserve to be shoved off a cliff into the waiting jaws of an alligator with a slow style of chewing. The group left standing on the cliff, however, tend to make us question our need to shove first, and ask questions later. These delinquents can be broken down into two sub groups we’ll call the Redeemable Rogues and the Heart Breakers.

Heart Breakers are the hardest to read about or watch, and they’re definitely the toughest to write. These are the villains who were once dragged kicking and screaming into the darkness they now serve. It takes a while for us to figure this out, though, because these characters are just so damn good at being bad. Or at the very least, they’re terrifyingly effective at applying their craft. Once we know these characters’ origin stories, we want desperately for them to see the light and shed their shadowy skin. But Heart Breakers either can’t, or won’t turn away from their villainous path, and so it feels like a little piece of us goes down with them when they’re eventually vanquished.

The Redeemable Rogues, on the other hand, are my absolute favorite types of villains to both watch and write. These are the guys and gals writers and directors set up as big, bad, sometimes brutal miscreants who deserve to be pushed to the front of the cliff queue. We’re so certain of their rottenness that when the writer/director pulls the rug out from under us and reveals these villains’ true (mostly noble) motivations, we’re left feeling momentarily dazed, and even a little bit guilty. Then we dust ourselves off and rally behind the Rogues as they practically steal the show.

Two Redeemable Rogues I hold close to my heart are Lucien from Underworld, and Gabriel/the Trickster from Supernatural. I won’t go into details just in case someone hasn’t seen Underworld or is behind on their Supernatural, but these characters taught me heaps about making an attempt to withhold judgement…and the power of a damn good story twist.

 

Do you have a favorite villain that falls into one of these categories? And what is it about their back story (or their current behavior) that would earn them a reprieve from the cliff and the alligator?

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This time the dead are hungry…

Rachel Miller doesn’t just see dead people, she rescues them. As a member of The Order of Rescue Mediums, she spends most of her time helping stubborn spirits move on from the world. But after she learns the details of three brutal murders, she knows the culprit can only be a reaper, an undead monster that relentlessly stalks its victims to feed on their souls.

A reaper once consumed the soul of Rachel’s mentor as she watched frozen in fear. Now, Rachel is in the role of teacher to Kit Elkeles, a rodach just learning to control his wraithlike powers. After Kit and Rachel rescue a half-vampire, they work to protect him while searching for a way to stop the reaper. But when Rachel realizes who the monster is really after—and just what kind of dark magic she’ll need to stop it—will she be able to do what is necessary before it devours one of her friends…or even herself?

27,000 words

Available from Carina Press, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble. Coming soon to Audible.com.

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Born in South Africa, Natasha moved to Canada in her 20s and settled just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia. This meant she was surrounded by an abundance of amazing natural beauty, interesting people from around the world to talk to and a fair bit of rain (which, oddly enough, she rather enjoys). She’s always up for a good adventure, especially if it involves ‘stumbling upon’ movie or TV shoots, hunting for G1 My Little Ponies at local thrift shops, meandering through book and toy stores, or looking into paranormal phenomena.

You can find her  most days on Twitter, Facebook, her blog, Tumblr or Pinterest

Why I Love Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Lately whenever anyone has asked me “what have you read lately?” my usual reply is some sci-fi or fantasy novel they’ve never heard of. I often wonder if they think I’m strange (maybe for other reasons), or that it’s juvenile. Sometimes I get reactions about the size of the books I’m reading (less obvious since I’ve embraced e-books), but that’s not the reason why I love them—although there is something great about being only part way through a promising story, knowing you have that much more left to savour.

The main reason I love these genres is the capacity to change my perspective and open my mind up to new ideas and worlds. Other genres (and other media) can of course have this effect, but for me the standard of whether a sci-fi/fantasy book is great or not depends on this quality. World-building is something we discuss in pretty much every acquisitions meeting, and I have few greater pleasures than delving into new environments, learning their rules, customs and history, and emerging with an altered view of my own world.

Here are some of my favourites, but I’m always looking for more worlds to devour. What are some of yours?

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, Tolkienthe series that started it all for me, and made me realize there was more out there than The Hardy Boys. It took me about 8 months to get through LOTR the first time I tried (c. 13 years old), but it was so worth it.

Dune, Frank Herbert—particularly the first book of the series. It’s a great example of how sci-fi and fantasy can blend into one masterpiece.

The Pebble in the Sky, Isaac Asimov—about a man in the present who is transported 14,000 years into a future where Earth is a radioactive wasteland and a forgotten backwater of the galactic empire.

Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie—decidedly controversial and usually thought of as “magic realist,” this book opened my eyes to the use of magic and fantasy as a comment on history.

The Malazan Book of the Fallen, Steven Erikson—this gritty world was created for a role-playing game by two historian/archaeologists, and is hands down the richest environment I’ve yet encountered.

Neuromancer, William Gibson—the quintessential cyberpunk novel that popularized the term “cyberspace.”

Mind on the Run

Reading has always been my favorite escape.

Well, that or champagne and chocolate on the beach. (In my fantasy world the champagne is always chilled, the chocolate rarely melts, and sand never creeps into uncomfortable places.)

I was neck-deep in winter and in desperate need of distraction when I wrote Don’t Bite the Messenger, my urban fantasy novella with Carina Press. For those of you fortunate enough to have avoided it, winter in Alaska is cold, deep, and still. I found myself wandering aimlessly or lying – salted slug-like – on the couch. Do any of you get the winter blahs like that? You find yourself craving Color. Motion. Excitement. Something to heat your blood and confirm you’re still alive and vital in the darkness.

I’d reread all my favorite books, read a few new ones, and watched every movie with a scene like this in it:

I needed more, and this is where Sydney Kildare, Malcolm Kelly, and the world of Messenger came from.

Anchorage, Alaska

The vampire population may have created an economic boom in Alaska, but their altered energy field fries most technology. They rely on hard-living—and short-lived—couriers to get business done…couriers like Sydney Kildare.

Sydney has survived to the ripe old age of twenty-six by being careful. She’s careful when navigating her tempestuous clients, outrunning hijackers and avoiding anyone who might distract her from her plan of retiring young to a tropical, vampire-free island.

Her attitude—and immunity to vampires’ allure—have made her the target of a faction of vampires trying to reclaim their territory. Her only ally is Malcolm Kelly, a secretive charmer with the uncanny habit of showing up whenever she’s in trouble. Caught in the middle of a vampire turf war, Sydney has to count on Malcolm to help her survive, or the only place she’ll retire is her grave…

Sydney is as determined as she is capable and, despite a rough upbringing, she’s still quick to laugh (don’t let that phenomenal cover fool you) and quicker to help people who need it. Malcolm is hiding secrets behind a charming smile, and his first encounter with Sydney leaves him wanting far more. All he has to do is keep up as she speeds through the frozen streets of Anchorage and beyond.

The story starts with a kiss, a car chase, and an explosion…and then it really gets going. Just what we need on a long winter’s night.

What’s your favorite escape? Is it in your imagination, or is it a real place? Where does your mind turn when it requires rest or revival?

DON’T BITE THE MESSENGER IS AVAILABLE NOW


Regan Summers lives in Anchorage, Alaska with her husband and alien-monkey hybrid of a child.

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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

Sci-fi is for women, too

J. L. Hilton, circa 1978

I remember when the first episode of “Star Trek: The Next Generation” aired, and Patrick Stewart declared that the crew of the Enterprise would “boldly go where no ONE has gone before.” In the original Star Trek, they were only going where no MAN has gone before.

As a girl who grew up with Star Wars and Battlestar Gallactica toys instead of Barbies, that difference meant the universe to me. But guys didn’t get it. They would say, “When Captain Kirk said ‘man’ he meant the whole human race, OK?” OK. But with ST:TNG, I finally felt included in the ranks of sci-fi geekery.

Science fiction continues to be viewed by many as a man’s genre. Women, in their Federation-issue miniskirts and skinny cylon hotness, are just there as fanboy eye-candy. Did Han Solo ever end up in sexy slave garb? No, he did not.

It was important to me, when I wrote STELLARNET REBEL, that I created SF for everyone.

There’s technology, video games, lasers, aliens, fights and explosions. But the main character, Genevieve O’Riordan, is a woman. Not a man’s idea of a woman, like Robert Heinlein’s “Friday,” who felt just fine after being brutally raped and tortured. But an individual with realistic feelings, reactions and faults.

And Genny’s fellow heroes are not “typical” men—since they’re not men at all, they’re aliens. Duin and Belloc are Glin, a race in which the sexes are the same size and gender characteristics only appear after puberty. This not only shapes the dynamics of their culture, but affects how they relate to Genny throughout the novel.

My heroine is not just eye candy. Her genetic modifications might make her attractive by human standards. But that doesn’t mean much to aliens derisively called “frogs” because of their skin colors, large eyes and webbed fingers. It’s her personality, intelligence and loyalty that make her desirable. She’s no damsel in distress but saves her own butt and the butts of others—usually by some combination of wit, resourcefulness and courage, not just brute strength and a gun.

Who is your favorite SF heroine and why? Is SF still dominated by men, or is this changing? I’d love to hear your thoughts. One lucky commenter will receive promo items including your very own labradorite nagyx pendant on recycled sari silk cord—designed to look just like the “soul stone” necklace that plays an important role in STELLARNET REBEL—and a $10 gift certificate to ThinkGeek. Recipient will be announced in the comments on January 11.

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Welcome to Asteria, a corporate-owned, deep-space colony populated with refugees, criminals and obsessive online gamers. Genny O’Riordan has shifted in from Earth determined to find a story that will break her blog into the Stellarnet Top 100, and even better—expose the degradation of the colony’s denizens.

Duin is an alien—a Glin—a hero of a past revolution against the Glin royal family, yet branded a terrorist. Duin speaks every day in the Asteria market, hoping to spur humans to aid his home world, which has been overtaken by the evil, buglike Tikati.

When Genny and Duin meet, what begins with a blog post becomes a dangerous web of passion and politics as they struggle to survive not only a war but the darker side of humanity…

Read an excerpt of STELLARNET REBEL or buy it now.

Follow Genny and Duin on Twitter. Belloc will join them at the appropriate point in their timeline.

Follow the author at JLHilton.com or Facebook, Twitter, deviantART, Goodreads and Google+.

The Girl Who Loves Wish Lists

by Tara Stevens, Carina Press acquisitions team

With Christmas upon us and a good chunk of my shopping for other people done, I finally have time to revel in a recent addiction of mine: wish lists. I don’t know about you, but with so many fabulous books popping up every day all over creation, it’s hard to keep track of everything I want to devour in words.

Wish lists were probably invented by a Virgo, but sometimes Virgos invent useful things, especially if they’re also geeks. Having your heart’s desires at the ready is especially handy when your parents or partner want a gift idea that doesn’t involve stone-cold cash or a frying pan. I mean, they may know you’re generally a literary type who likes losing herself in other people’s stories, but they don’t necessarily know what particular book you’re craving at the moment. So why not help them (and yourself) out?

Besides being the more prepared way to go, I also think wish lists are a more polite approach to consumerism. (Maybe they were invented by a Canadian Virgo?) In light of recent “competitive shopping” incidents involving pepper spray south of the border, taking the civilized route not only nets you better karma (important at this time of year), but also increases your chances of actually getting what you want without landing yourself in prison.

The good and bad thing about wish lists (specifically book-related ones) is that they can be constantly updated and have the tendency to grow wildly out of control (like your bevvy consumption in December after one too many holiday parties).

Another neat thing about wish lists is that they’re so easy to set up online. With the advent of the interwebs, you just browse, pick and click to your heart’s content. The best part is that you can share your consumerist longings with those closest to you with a few taps on your keyboard. In my experience, you’ll quickly find out that some people know how to follow directions (i.e., keep you happy), while others don’t like being told what to do and go rogue with the nearest catalogue.

While most of my wish list this Christmas is populated by actual books (Blue Nights by Joan Didion, Then Again by Diane Keaton, The Future of Us by Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler, anything I haven’t gobbled up by Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb), there are some other book-related things I also covet.

As part of the Carina Press acquisitions team, I’d love to see more male/male and witty contemporary romance submissions in my stocking this year. It would also be cool to get more connected editorial in 2012, so that when I find a story or character I love, I know there’s more guaranteed awesome to be had in the same vein coming my way soon.

But enough about me and what I want. What’s on your Christmas wish list (books or otherwise) this year?

Dive Into iTunes, Climb Out With Tuscan Heat

The black hole of iTunes sucks me in every time I load it up. “I’m just going to look up that one song and get back to work,” I say, and two hours later I blink at the screen wondering why I just bought a love song sung in Chinese by Jackie Chan. (Seriously, it’s called “Jia Xiang de Long Yan Shu.” It’s kind of awesome.)

One night in early 2011, I got online and in this order, I purchased:

- Jonathan Coulton’s remake of “Baby Got Back”
- Mary J. Blige and Andrea Bocelli’s remake of “Bridge Over Troubled Water”
- Andrea Bocelli’s “Con Te Partiro”
- The Mighty Mighty Bosstones’ “The Impression That I Get”
- Husker Du’s “Too Far Down”
- Rodney Atkins’s “If You’re Going Through Hell”

At that point, I snapped out of it. It was a little insane, but not as insane as the night I bought six versions of “The Way You Look Tonight.” Anyway, “Con Te Partiro” lodged in my head like a tattoo on my brain.

I suppose I could say I bought it because it appealed to the theater major still inside my skin. It’s a lush and romantic song, and well, theatrical. And sure, it’s in Italian, a language with which I am totally desperate to learn even though I’ve been stuck at the “dove il bagno” stage for two years.

The truth is I bought it because when I heard it, an entire book took form. The story thumped around in my skull until I got it down on paper. The song was in heavy rotation through most of the first draft and I never got tired of it, though my preschooler now hears the opening notes and says “Mama, pleeeeeeeeease play something else.” There was something about the lyrics (scroll down for the translation) that made me dream of travel and sex with handsome men and happily ever after on a motorcycle. The result of that dream is Tuscan Heat, and I sure hope you like it.

Will you share your worst iTunes binge or craziest MP3 purchase and keep me company here in the black hole? Ooh! Annie Lennox! You know, I’ve got a great idea for a book….

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Tuscan Heat is Kathleen’s third book with Carina Press. Check out two brief excerpts from the first chapter over here on her website. Let her know what you thought of it on Facebook, Goodreads, or @KathleenDienne on Twitter.

We do it for the love

When I started writing science fiction romance, I had no idea what I was doing. No clue about markets or distribution or craft. I didn’t even know that the genre I was writing had a name. One day, I just decided that I wanted to write a book, and since I grew up reading science fiction and romance, the combination worked for me. I was so excited and passionate about every word. Plus, hey, I’d read so many books, how hard could it be to write one?

Cohl slid forward another meter. Instinctively, he whipped the laser pistol sights toward a small black object that sailed silently through the air and landed in a heap ten meters from his feet. He squinted under the dimmed lights. It didn’t move. Looked like cloth.

Then another dark object dropped a few meters from it. Was that a sock? He lowered his weapon. What the hell?

The sock’s mate landed next to the first one. Cohl stepped out from his cover and stared at them. He looked up just in time to snag a pair of pants out of midair aimed at his head.

Tess emerged from behind a nearby container, smiling triumphantly and sporting nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. It took a while for him to notice her weapon pointed at his chest. His was hanging limp from his hand, much like his jaw.

“Gotcha,” she said smugly.

Her breasts peeked luridly from behind the lace. His gaze skimmed down the slender waist and firm legs in direct proportion to his rising body temperature.

He tossed his laser pistol to the floor. “I surrender.” (Unearthed)

Over the next few years, I learned that writing was the hardest job I’ve ever done, my genre was called SFR, the market is quite small, and the readers are fiercely loyal. I also learned that love is love, no matter what planet you set it on or where your characters are from or what kind of craft they drive/fly.

He looked ready to kill as he tossed the suit down and stepped toward her. She stepped back.
“Is that damn plate all that matters to you?” He wasn’t even blinking.

She raised her chin. “Yes.”

“Just so you can become a Majj?” He took another step toward her, the heat of his anger reaching her.

“Now you’re getting it,” she shot back.

“There’s nothing else to you?”

“No.”

“You’re wrong,” he charged, his voice steely.

She blinked at him in surprise. Then shook her head. “My work is my life, it’s who I am. It’s all that I am.”

“Wrong,” he repeated, taking another step and backing her to the wall.

“Ask anyone,” she stammered. “If I lose my career, I lose everything I am. I lose myself.”

“Wrong.”

His mouth closed over hers and if she’d had anything else to say, it was quickly forgotten in the great rush of blood from her brain. (Unraveled)

Love truly is the universal language. It’s why we are here. It’s why we sacrifice, how we connect, and how we keep going when all seems lost. These stories, they are you and me and every soul on this planet. We all tell our love stories in different ways—through music, literature, art, song, food, volunteering, nursing, gardening, and in all the many jobs we hold every day.

“I’ll help you across,” he said quietly.

Lacey shook her head. That meant “No, I’m not going.” He as an intelligent life form, he should be able to figure that out.

Zain took her clenched fists in his hands. He looked down, frowned and carefully pried open one of her fists. She winced and realized blood creased her palm where her fingernails had dug in.

She heard him say something softly, and hen he pried open her other hand.
Slowly, his gaze rose to hers. She waited for him to tell her that her fears were stupid and ridiculous. To tell her in a lengthy, humiliating lecture how she should be able to conquer them like a normal person.

Just like Robert.

Instead, he wrapped her fingers in his and gently pulled her toward him.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and she promptly lost herself in his dark eyes. (Unleashed)

The thing about love is that you don’t know what you’re doing. There’s no guide book, no classes, no training. Sometimes, you just have to hold your breath and jump. How hard could it be?

“You can’t hold it in forever,” Torrie whispered.

A hard shudder shook Qaade’s body as if her words gave him permission to release. He took a deep breath and held it.

She waited as long seconds passed, almost afraid of what might happen when he finally let go. And then he threw his head back and roared like a wounded animal. The plaintive howl pierced her soul and brought tears to her eyes.

Over and over again he roared, unleashing his anger and grief for his lost people.

She wrapped her arms around his torso and held him tightly, trying to get through to the man beneath the pain.

Steam rose from his skin with each tormented outburst, and her tears soaked the back of his shirt. It was like watching him be torn apart from the inside.

How could she have doubted him even for a moment? (Unmasked)

Here’s to jumping.

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