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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+.

Have You Ignored an Important Call?

Take that call next time.

Telemarketers always bug me during my writing time – afternoonish when my kids are sleeping. One or two a da. You’d think I was rich.

November 4th I sat down to write a particularly difficult scene and my phone rang. I glared at the offending buzz and shook my head.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. I groaned and answered. “Hello?”

“Is Bonnie Paulson available?” Super sweet voice which makes it even harder to say “no, not interested”.

“This is.” Mama taught me manners and I use ‘em.

“Hi, Bonnie. This is Angela James from Carina Press. I’m calling about the manuscript you submitted.” At this point, my eyebrows scrunched together. Had I done something wrong?  I’d never heard of an editor calling an author. Maybe I’d offended someone. Still wasn’t 100% certain she wasn’t a telemarketer.

But Ms. James continued on and I realized she was offering me a contract. I’d said “Uh hunh” to her comments and she paused, asking if I had any questions so far.

My response? Yeah, she tweeted about it. I said, “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

And you know what? I didn’t, but that sense of surreality hasn’t left.

Mallory Braus proved to be as sweet and romantic-at-heart as Breathe Again needed.

Angela James has been more than accessible and supportive at every turn – even when I sent her interview questions for my own blog that were less than professional.

My cover artist took my breath away.

The copy editor made me smile and taught me a thing or three.

But Mallory worked my story over and in my developmental edits she made a suggestion that, as I worked it out, brought me to tears. I finished the scene sobbing, closed my laptop and looked around. The only think I wanted to do involved an empty wineglass (I don’t drink), a fireplace (green of course) and me looking for tissues around the apartment/house.

Mallory and the Carina Press team made me feel like Joan Wilder discovering my stories all over again.

Here’s a favorite part of mine from Breathe Again.

How could one man be sweet and genuine while the other lacked all sense of manners? Maybe the brute was raised on a farm where he never had the opportunity to see normal people and acted like a bull because he was raised among the cows. Maybe my sheep reference hadn’t been far off… Shampoo bubbles filled my hair and a chuckle escaped at the thought of Brodan in denim overalls slinging muck.

Ryan, on the other hand, seemed smooth and courteous, fun even. He’d made me laugh and that hadn’t happened in a long time.

But if I could put Ryan’s personality into Brodan’s body, it might have been just what I would be looking for, or not looking for, since the idea was strictly shower thinking. I’d gotten in trouble before, pursuing thoughts generated in the shower.

I lathered my body, trying to push the images of the men from my head. Aided by my hunger, I switched easily to considering menu items, with thoughts of pancakes smothered in syrup and crisp sizzling bacon ruling my mind.

By the time I finished washing, my stomach growled in earnest. I wouldn’t make it another two hours. Rather I left for the 24-hour one-stop shop ten minutes farther.

Beside my adorable VW van, blue with a white top from the early 70s, I drew in a deep breath. I loved when the rest of the world slept and it felt like I was the only one awake. Opening my door, I tossed my purse onto the seat beside the driver’s side. Before I climbed in, the blue paint glinted, reminding me of Brodan….

Dang. I’d have to retrain my attraction guide. The man’s similarities to Dean should have been the only repellent I needed. Add his rudeness and the fact we couldn’t be in the same room together, I should feel nauseated just thinking of him. Get him out of your head, Maggie.

I wrote Breathe Again while I was pregnant and you’ll notice I involve food a lot in my story. I’d write about the lasagna (recipe to follow) Maggie makes for Brodan and of course, finished the scene and had to make some. I ate most of it – much to my Hubs distress.

I drew my husband in with this recipe I developed – my own personal creation. You can find it at the bottom of this post. Maybe make it for you and your *wink* friend or eat it while you read Breathe Again.

Breathe Again Cover
Don’t you love this cover? Maggie leans against Brodan. The skyline reminds me of a Montana sunset. Carina Press artists captured the mood perfectly. I literally gasped when I saw it – and teared up.

I hope you enjoy Breath Again. Another book I would direct you do – well, two actually – Craving Perfect by Liz Fichera and Endless Night by Maureen A. Miller OH and Man Law by Adrienne Giordanno, so three.

They capture the essence of what Carina has to offer – exceptional authors with a phenomenal team backing them. Harlequin is so awesome I used superlatives that aren’t slang.

Knock-Your-Socks-Off Lasagna OR Dip-It Lasagna

  • Sauce Ingredients: One large can of tomato sauce, 1 large can diced tomatoes, 1 TB of minced garlic (with oil), chopped onions, italian sausage, 2 TB dry/fresh parsley, 2 TB sugar, 1 – 2 TB salt with pepper:
  • Everything but the sauce and diced tomatoes brown in a pan keeping the sausage oil. Add the tomato sauce and tomatoes. Simmer until the rest of the ingredients are ready.
  • Cheese ingredients: One small ricotta cheese, one medium cottage cheese, 2 cups mozzarella grated, garlic salt (about 1 TB).
  • Mix all and set aside to be layered.
  • Layering ingredients: Fresh spinach, fresh sliced mushrooms, sliced olives, anything else you like in your lasagna – like noodles – but don’t prepare too many, this is a less-pasta-more-fun-stuff dish.
  • Start your layers. Best to start with something like mushrooms then top with pasta, sauce then cheese. Next, olives, spinach, pasta, sauce then cheese. You should have a fairly thick dish with few layers. Cheese tops it and you’ll cook it in your pan (whatever kind you love) at 350 F for 30 to 40 minutes. This is SLOPPY and great to dip your garlic bread in. I love garlic.
  • Also, play with this recipe. You can’t ruin it because it’s a subjective dish. Like it sweeter? Add more sugar. More noodles? Add more. The sauce and the bread is the only reason I make it.

Bonnie R. Paulson

Enjoy and please! Please! Please! email me and let me know how you liked it! bonnierpaulson@gmail.com

Come find me on Twitter – @bonnierpaulson

And my blog: www.bonnierpaulson.com

I’m offering a $10 gift card to a randomly selected commenter on today’s post. To another a copy of BREATHE AGAIN – Woot!

I’d like to know who has supported you throughout your life? It’s all about people and the roles they play to our hearts. Maggie and Brodan help the other heal… Who do you have? This is your “I’d like to thank the Academy” moment. What would you say?

Oh, sorry? Did you say you wanted to know how you can purchase Breathe Again?

Carina Press (of course!), Amazon, Nook,Lybrary.com.

You tell us: should the cover art match?

This week I want to hear from you all about the cover art. I’ve seen a lot of reader comments about cover art, and I think we can agree that cover art is important. Sure, we’re told not to “judge a book by its cover”, but we all know we do it. It’s why how you dress for a job interview is important. It’s why it’s key that your restaurant not look filthy and unwashed. No one will ever get past your front door to how the food tastes. And likewise, if the cover art doesn’t draw you in, many readers may never make it past that first glance to discover the excellent story within.

So we know cover art is important to selling the book, but is it only important that it be good cover art, or is it key that it also match the book? If it’s a sweet story, is it okay for it still to have a hot, sweaty, shirtless guy on the cover, or a couple in a passionate embrace? Or what if the heroine in the story has red hair, but the cover art shows her as a brunette?

You tell us, how closely do cover art and what’s behind the cover need to match?

The Problem with Princesses

Princesses are everywhere. You can’t avoid them, can’t escape them. Cinderella, Snow White, Waity Katie. There are princess parties, princess pedicures, princess diaries and princess diets. Little girls dress up in tiaras and tulle; big girls buy out the entire run of a certain royal blue Issa dress hours after the engagement photos hit the net.

According to the media, no matter what heights of personal independence and professional success modern women achieve, we still want the fairy tale. I can’t argue with that—I do want the fairy tale. Just, not the Disney Princess™ version.

Growing up, my favorite fairy and folk tales were “Puss in Boots,” “Brer Rabbit,” “Jack the Giant Killer,” and “Hansel and Gretel.” These stories do not star pretty, passive princesses who sit and wait to be helped, to be saved, to be married. No, my favorite fairy tales feature adventure, danger and derring-do! They are stories where the little guy triumphs over big odds through cleverness, cunning, and courage. Unfortunately, in these tales the “little guy” is almost always just that—a guy. Princesses aren’t the protagonists, they’re the prize. And therein lies the problem.

Most popular female-centered fairy tales are about princesses, but princesses are only special because of who their parents are or who they’re married to. Just as their importance is by proxy, so, too are their adventures. Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella and Snow White don’t really do anything, except suffer virtuously while waiting to be found and rescued.

So what do you do when you love fairy tales, love adventure, and long for a strong heroine who can be clever and courageous and flawed, and still get her Happily Ever After? You write it yourself.

Catriona, the heroine of my novella, Cat’s Tale: A Fairy Tale Retold, is about as far from the typical fairy tale princess as you can get. There’s nothing long-suffering or virtuous about her. She may be beautiful, but at the start of the tale she’s also vain and indolent, a wicked woman with the morals of an alley cat.

After an evil wizard transforms our heroine into the feline she so resembled, Cat has to try to counter the curse without the aid of her looks, her money, or her killer wardrobe. What’s a pampered princess to do? Find a man to fix it, of course.

When she meets Julian, a handsome and kind-hearted miller’s son, Cat thinks she’s found the perfect patsy to buy her a pair of boots and aid her plans. But Julian turns out to be attractive, intelligent, and a bit too honest for his own good. Cat comes to respect him, to like him, to love him.

And all the while, Julian thinks she’s just a talking cat.

If Cat can keep her secret and regain her human form, she’s certain her beauty will win Julian’s heart—even though it means she’ll be gaining a lover at the cost of her only friend. But that’s a sacrifice she’ll have to make. After all, everyone knows men want women who are modest, chaste and virtuous—and Cat is anything but. A good man like Julian could never love a woman with such a wicked past. Could he?

If you’re like me, and you love fairy tales but have a problem with princesses, give Cat’s Tale a read. I guarantee Cat isn’t like any fairy tale heroine you’ve read before. If you’re hesitant to buy an unknown author, try me out first with Ember, my retelling of Cinderella. It’s available for free at my website. I’m also giving away an epub copy of Cat’s Tale to a randomly selected commenter. Tell me how you feel about princesses—love, hate, tolerate? All opinions are valid and welcome.

Bettie Sharpe is a Los Angeles native with a fondness for hot weather, classic cars and air so thick it sticks in your teeth. When she’s not busy attempting to metabolize smog into oxygen, she enjoys romance novels, action movies, comic books, video games and every other entertainment product her teachers said would rot her brain. She loves to write almost as much as she loves to read. As a child, she dreamed of seeing her name in shiny gold cursive on the cover of a luridly titled paperback book.

Bettie’s next release is a short story retelling “The Little Mermaid” called  ”Each Step Sublime.” Find out more at her website.

You shouldn’t judge a book…

… by its cover. But we do. At least, I do.

For me, the part of having a book published most likely to cause nightmares is the cover. In the past, I’ve been lucky and have liked most of my covers. Some have been great and some have been okay. One, however, was downright vomit-inducing.

I must say here that I’d never had any input regarding covers. The publisher has decided what it wants and I wait to see what I get.

My experience with Carina Press was totally different and I was asked to provide details of any interesting visual elements in Presumed Dead. Dylan Scott drives a 1956 registered Morgan in Daytona Yellow which would have looked terrific, but misleading. I didn’t want people expecting a book set in the fifties and ending up with a contemporary mystery. Besides, while writing the book, I’d had the perfect cover design in mind. I thought the story would suit a dark, moody, atmospheric Northern landscape. I wanted something almost black and white with the missing woman, Anita Champion, in the red dress she’d been wearing on the night she disappeared, providing a splash of colour.

I tried to convey this to Carina’s art department and sat, chewing fingernails, to wait.

Meanwhile, I saw other Carina Press titles – and the artwork was stunning. Honestly, I haven’t yet seen a bad cover. I especially like Toni Anderson’s Sea of Suspicion, J. Wachowski’s In Plain View, Rebecca E Grant’s Liberty Star, Shannon Stacey’s Exclusively Yours – the list is endless. Those covers are all very different and yet they have one thing in common. They make me want to read the book.

Even Carina Press, I worried, had to produce a dud. Presumed Dead was going to be that dud, I just knew it.

I’d already seen the blurb and I’ll share that with you:

Dylan Scott has problems. Dismissed in disgrace from the police force for assaulting a suspect, he has no job, his wife has thrown him out and—worse luck—his mother has moved in. So when Holly Champion begs him to investigate the disappearance of her mother thirteen years ago, he can’t say no, even though it means taking up residence in the dreary Lancashire town of Dawson’s Clough for the duration.

Although the local police still believe Anita Champion took off for a better life, Dylan’s inquiries turn up plenty of potential suspects: the drug-dealing, muscle-bound bouncer at the club where Anita was last seen; the missing woman’s four girlfriends, out for revenge; the local landowner with rumored mob connections—the list goes on. But no one is telling Dylan all they know—and he soon finds that one sleepy Northern town can keep a lot of secrets.

That described the book perfectly – but it didn’t stop me worrying about the cover. Then the email arrived with the cover attached. Believe me, I needed coffee and chocolate (lots of it!) before I dared look. Then, taking a deep breath, I opened that attachment -

And shrieked.

It’s the most beautiful cover I’ve ever seen. And I mean ever. Yes, yes, I know I’m a little biased, but it’s everything I imagined and so much more. I love the scenery and the stunning sky. The missing woman, Anita Champion, in the red dress she was wearing on the night she disappeared, looks exactly as I imagined her. It’s just perfect.

What do you think? Is it or is it not the best cover you’ve ever seen? :)

So – do you judge a book by its cover? Or is it just me? Unless I’m after books by my “must-buy” authors like James Paterson, Ruth Rendell, Jodi Picoult, etc., I’m always drawn by the cover. I then read the blurb and make up my mind whether I buy or not. How do you choose your books? Are you like me and browse for new authors when the mood takes or do you have an organised wish-list for books? How much does the cover influence you? I’d love to know.

Thanks for stopping by. Just a reminder that I’m having a giveaway with prizes including a copy of Presumed Dead. You can find all the details here and I hope you’ll join in the fun.

Shirley Wells can be found all over the place – at her website, her blog, on Twitter and Facebook.

This is me-just a little bit late

The past few months have been a bit of a period of changing things around here on the blog, as we had the Carina Countdown, and then we had a month of launch posts. So starting in July, I created a new blogging schedule and recruited some help (in the form of a post from a different acquisitions team member every week). Tuesdays and Wednesdays are dedicated to the authors with releases that week. But Fridays, I’m supposed to blog on Fridays.

*crickets*

I didn’t remember I was supposed to post on Friday until yesterday afternoon. At which point, I figured I might as well save it for today, because what we’d had planned for Mondays hasn’t worked out so well to date either. Running a team blog is a little bit challenging. Running a team blog when even the person running it has memory lapses…even more challenging!

But it’s been awhile since I’ve done any kind of update post, so now seems a good time.

In a very behind-the-scenes update, I’ll tell you that I’m once again getting ready to bring on more new freelance content editors. But unfortunately, this isn’t a job opening call, so don’t send me your resume, okay? I have about five freelancers I’ve been corresponding with over the past few months, while I got to a better place to bring more on (in other words: past launch and the possible loss of my sanity). All of them are experienced editors who somehow came recommended to me by various sources, and they have a wide variety of editorial interests (from fantasy and science fiction to mystery and thrillers). Right now, I’m in the process of updating all of the original materials I had put together for our freelance crew, reviewing processes and making sure that things are clear and understandable, now that I’ve been working with the original crew of freelancers for over six months (my, how time flies!) Once I’ve got everything updated, I’ll be talking with the prospective freelancers more closely to see if their interests and talents mesh with what Carina is looking for, and if we bring any of them onboard, I’ll be sure to introduce them here on the blog so you can continue to get a picture of the Carina freelance editors and their likes/dislikes and experience.

Also always of interest to the authors out there is a submissions update. I don’t actually have one for you right now, so hopefully I can post one this Friday as working on submissions is a major item on my to-do list this week.

In other news, the Carina team is getting geared up for RWA Nationals in Orlando at the end of the month. On my schedule is a workshop on Friday where I’ll be speaking with author Jaci Burton about digital publishing, a Carina Press cocktail party Friday afternoon and the ESPAN inaugural tea where I’m flattered to be the guest speaker. And on Saturday, the Carina Press spotlight. More information on all of those to come in a separate post.

We’ve been acquiring a good number of books–including non-romance books–that we’re very excited about and I’ll have to start posting about those. Maybe on Mondays :P Through November, we’ll continue to release 1-2 books a week. In December, we’re going to be releasing a number of holiday-themed novellas. Then, starting in January, we’ll be increasing releases to 2-3 books/week. We’ve gotten a lot of really excellent submissions.

If you’re interested in sneak peeks of upcoming cover art, I post 2-3 new covers on our Facebook account every Thursday.

Now that we’ve launched, it seems like what’s happening behind-the-scenes should probably have slowed down, but there’s still a lot going on. We’re always thinking and planning the next thing, and looking at what’s working and what’s not.

So tell me, is there anything behind-the-scenes that you’ve been wondering about?

D’em bones gonna rise again!

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Everyone has something that strikes a note of fear in them. Some people are afraid of spiders, others of sharks. Some people cannot look out a window above ground level, others refuse to open a closet door. Things from our childhood often shape what we fear. The monster under the bed still can make a 50-year-old man’s heart pound.

For me, somewhere, a single image must have been branded so deeply in my subconscious that I don’t recall it. I do now though. My twins are six and fascinated with the TV shows I grew up with: Andy Griffith, Scooby Doo, Happy Days and the Banana Splits. One day last week, I accidently hit my DVR button and an episode of Banana Splits popped up. The segment was Danger Island. I stopped and stared.

First, this live-action segment always seemed out of place and too frightening for children who had just watched cartoon versions of Arabian Knights and The Three Musketeers and watched costumed muppet characters named Fleegle, Bingo, Drooper and Snorky. The premise of Danger Island was a little dorky, there was the token girl, the token hot guy and the token monkey-chattering idiot who did all the dangerous stuff. The island was beautiful but treacherous. The villains were a tribe of native cannibalistic headhunters named the Skeleton Men.

*lightbulb*

The villains in SALOME AT SUNRISE are the Skullmen, a band of wrongly-freed murderers with some really nasty habits. Like Danger Island, my bad guys have painted skeletons on their skin (mine are tattoos actually). I have no conscious memory of ever being afraid of this show, barely have any memory of it at all, but there I sat, staring at the dumbed-down version of my villains.Image and video hosting  by TinyPic

I guess it makes sense. Richard Donner directed it and went on to direct such classics as Superman, Goonies, and Lethal Weapon. He knew how to tap into those primal things in everyone, whether it is hope or fear. I almost felt ashamed but then realized, nope, not gonna happen. I created my bad guys in a way that I find horrifying and evil.

Still, I will give credit where credit is due, even if it was because of an unconscious influence. I tip my hat to Sid and Marty Krofft and Richard Donner for your vision of the Skeleton men. Yours are entertaining children to this day. Mine are more adult, slightly sexual and completely evil. My Skullmen would eat the Skeleton Men for lunch with a pickle…literally.

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I AM THE CHEESE!

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The cheese stands alone

The cheese stands alone

Hi-Ho, the derry-o

The cheese stands alone

Every schoolchild in America has sung those words but I can honestly say that I am the cheese. I stand alone. Or rather, SALOME AT SUNRISE does. Last year, I wrote and sold a fantasy romance titled Myla by Moonlight. Readers loved the world I created, the characters that lived there and asked for more. I resisted. I was not a series writer, had no intentions of becoming a series writer.

Ate those words with a fork, yes I did. Apparently Bryton, a secondary in that story, heard these requests and ‘lo and behold started whispering in my ear. “No,” I said. “No way. The story is finished.”

“Oh yeah?” he replied (because he is a smart ass who has to have the last word ALWAYS) “Then why did you leave that big open minefield waiting to explode?”

Say what? I went back to the story and damned if that little turd wasn’t right. Everything I needed for a second story was right there! Ground work, plot beginnings, set up, the whole kit and caboodle. Fine, so I wrote his story, Salome’s story. But I wanted to be very sure that ANYONE who read it didn’t feel cheated or lost if they hadn’t read the first story.

Salome at Sunrise is a completely stand alone book. It doesn’t need to stand on the shoulders of a previous story. The world is completely contained in that one book. I even made sure I closed it out with no hidden landmines, no dangling threads. This was it.

I am not a series writer.

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I stand alone!

I mean, Salome at Sunrise does.

And uhm *looks around sheepishly* I may or may not be writing the third book now. But that is it, I swear! A trilogy is not a series. I am NOT a series writer.

*hanging my head* I am sooooooo screwed.

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Bryton Haruk sets out on a suicide mission to stop the bloodthirsty Skullmen from terrorizing the war-weary Land of Eldwyn. Consumed by guilt over the death of his wife, Bryton seeks revenge and reunion in the afterlife with his lost love. His purpose is determined, his bravery unmatched, until the queen casts a spell to save Bryton from himself.

Salome is that spell. A bird-shifter, she can harness the earth’s breeze and take the form of a beautiful, innocent woman. Her challenge is to harness Bryton’s pain and guide him to peace. She entrances and irritates him, tempting Bryton from his mission. Even as he gives in to the passion between them, Bryton insists on mounting a solo attack on the brigands’ compound, and Salome fears her love won’t be enough to save him…

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It’s not nice to piss-off Mother Nature

The weather is one thing humans have longed to control since the dawn of time and guess what? No dice. We just can’t do it. We can send a man to the moon, switch vital human organs and invent the World Wide Web but Mother Nature? No way. She is her own boss.

I love what other people call bad weather. I love the electric fizzle in the air before a storm, the thunder that echoes deep in your chest, the crackle of lightning that raises the hair on your nape. I love it all. From the icy needle sting of a blizzard to the heavy weight of the furious wind, nature loves to remind us poor humans that no matter how advanced we get, she still has the final word.

In Salome at Sunrise, Bryton is used to being in charge. He is the right hand of King Taric, his bodyguard and the Land of Eldwyn’s military’s leader. The buck stops with him, if you will. His official title is High Captain, The Might and The Law. He’s killed more than he can count and delivers justice for the entire kingdom. One does not say ‘no’ to an order Bryton has given.

One little bird is going to mess up his entire plan… and rock his world. After all, it’s not nice to piss off Mother Nature.

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Excerpt- Salome at Sunrise

“And I am bound to you.”

“She had to obey him even when she didn’t want to. Does this mean you have to obey me?” The idea held innumerable possibilities and each one appealed in wicked ways that tickled the jokester in him. Buried deep, another part of him responded to more sensual possibilities.

A pink tongue flicked out to her upper lip. “Not quite. They must have been blood bound, we are not. We are honor bound.”

A snort burst from him. “Figures. You’d be too easy to get rid of any other way. So, I’m stuck with a peacemaker-falcon-owl-windsinging magic spell who plays with snakes. Wonderful.”

Her giggle surprised him and he looked at her quickly. Happiness sparkled in her smoky eyes and a dimple twitched with the laugh. “I am not only a falcon or an owl. I chose those for their talents but could be a hummingbird or a pheasant.”

She linked her arm through his, casually, as any woman might do to a man she walks with, but her touch scorched him. His shoulders stiffened as he fought not to pull away. A long time ago, he’d had any number of women slide their arms into his. Then he’d claimed one and one alone. The familiar and strange sensation rattled him.

“So anything with feathers…like a duster or pillow stuffing.”

Her arm slipped from his and her eyes narrowed, shifting from stormy gray to stony granite. “Or a buzzard to pluck the flesh from your bones.”

A grin tugged at his mouth and he wasn’t strong enough to fight it. “You have a temper.”

“I do not.” Her sharp little chin thrust into the air and she stepped ahead of him.

“Yes, you do.” Devilment stirred in his belly. How long had it been since he felt this niggling urge to tease? A battle he could win rose before him and he grasped it. He was a born smart-ass. “If I make you angry enough, will you molt and drop feathers like snow?”

Salome slammed to a stop and whirled, small fists knotted at her sides and thinned brows pinched tight together. “You’re being mean.”

“Oh, now I’ve done it. You’re shortening your words.” He shuddered exaggeratedly. “I’m scared. The big bad bird lady is mad at me.”

“Stop that!”

“Careful, birdie, I wouldn’t want your mood to get any more fowl than it is.” Dust puffed as she stamped her tiny foot in indignation. Bryton cocked his hip and crossed his arms. This was fun. “If I really piss you off, will you crow like a rooster?”

Her jaw dropped then firmed. She stooped to grab a rock and hurled it at him. Only jerking his arm up prevented it from crashing into his face. He laughed. “If you get mad enough, will you lay an egg?”

Salome’s eyes flashed molten silver, her hands jammed straight out and a gust of lilac wind slapped into him. Not a brisk breeze or a dim draft, this wind was a furious funnel that lifted him from his feet and threw him through the air. His back crashed into the hard dirt, knocking the breath from his lungs and spinning stars into his vision. He lay there and let his body thump for one long second before groaning.

“You are one hell of a peacemaker, Salome.”

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Mother Nature is coming, mark your calendars! SALOME AT SUNRISE – coming June 21st from Carina Press

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Exclusively Yours!

One of the most fun things about being an author is the cover art. The moment between seeing the email in your inbox and clicking on it is a lot like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. It could be the amazing and wonderful thing you asked Santa for, or it could be a sweater vest hand crocheted by your Crazy Aunt Martha from the orange yarn left over from her 1973 collection.

I’d been watching along with you as Carina Press revealed covers here on the blog, so I knew it wouldn’t be an orange sweater vest, but I still had no idea what to expect.

I love it! It’s fun and contemporary and joyful. And , because Exclusively Yours is a reunion romance, I love the embrace. You can almost picture Keri running and leaping into Joe’s arms.

Here’s the cover copy that goes with it—another moment of anxious anticipation between the arrival of the email and the opening of it!

When Keri Daniels’ editor finds out she has previous carnal knowledge of reclusive bestselling author Joe Kowalski, she gives Keri a choice: get an interview or get a new job.

Joe’s never forgotten the first girl to break his heart, so he’s intrigued to hear Keri’s back in town—and looking for him. Despite his intense need for privacy, he’ll grant Keri an interview if it means a chance to finish what they started in high school.

He proposes an outrageous plan—for every day she survives with his family on their annual camping and four-wheeling trip, Keri can ask one question. Keri agrees; she’s worked too hard to walk away from her career.

But the chemistry between them is still as potent as the bug spray, Joe’s sister is out to avenge his broken heart and Keri hasn’t ridden an ATV since she was ten. Who knew a little blackmail, a whole lot of family and some sizzling romantic interludes could make Keri reconsider the old dream of Keri & Joe 2gether 4ever.

Whether it was for a birthday or a holiday or graduation, everybody’s felt that zing of hopeful anticipation before unwrapping a gift. What was your equivalent of Crazy Aunt Martha’s orange, hand crocheted sweater vest?

(My husband bought me silverware for Christmas this year.)

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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, shannonstacey.com, and is often spotted running amok on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.

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