Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Bridge Over the Atlantic - by Lisa Hobman

From the land of Sean Connery, bagpipes and kilts, hails contemporary romance author, Lisa Hobman! Lisa is a sweet, high-energy, exciting personality that I'm honored to have on my blog. Today, she's sharing the joy of her debut novel, Bridge Over the Atlantic.


Here's a little bit about Lisa --

Lisa is a happily married Mum of one with two crazy dogs. She especially enjoys being creative; has worked as a singer and now runs her own little craft business where she makes hanging signs and decorations for the home. Lisa and her family recently relocated from Yorkshire, England to their beloved Scotland; a place of happy holidays and memories for them.

Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics. The story in her debut novel has been building in her mind for a long while but until the relocation, she never had the time to put it down in black and white; working full time as a High School Science Learning Mentor and studying swallowed up any spare time she had. Making the move north of the border has given Lisa the opportunity to spread her wings and fulfill her dream. Writing is now a deep passion and she has enjoyed every minute of working towards being published. Novel number two is just about to go through edits so watch this space!

Now on to Lisa's debut novel, Bridge Over the Atlantic!

Mallory Westerman is a full-figured, successful, young business woman living in Yorkshire, England. Though very career minded, she is extremely self conscious about her ample curves and so her love life tends to pay the price. Concentrating solely on her business, she has almost given up on finding someone to love. That is until she literally trips into the arms of a stranger who becomes her Knight in shining armour. The immediate sexual and romantic spark that blossoms into love and the events that follow, irrevocably change Mallory's life-path and self-image forever, but only go to prove that the road to true love is never smooth and that things don't always turn out how you expect... 
          January 2011
          "You can NOT be serious?" Mallory Westerman recoiled. It wasn't a habit of hers, to inadvertently quote 1980's sports stars. But even she was surprised when she heard John McEnroe's words fall from her lips.
          Thankfully, her fiance, while obviously bemused at her reaction and frustrated by her lack of enthusiasm, didn't really notice the similarities between her and the wiry haired tennis supremo. He was much too busy stroking the print-out in front of him, on the table, as if ironing out the creases would make his suggestion a more viable proposition.
          "Honey, imagine the life we could have there right now," he pleaded. "The open spaces, the fresh air-..."
          "The midge bites, the lack of internet connection, no other civilisation for miles." She rudely interrupted. She immediately felt guilty when Sam's eyes took on the appearance of a scolded puppy dog. She slid her arms around his neck caressing the sides of his beautiful face. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just don't see me...either of us, really, taking to a permanent life out in the middle of goodness knows where at this point in our lives, surrounded by sheep and wearing wellies and Tweeds!"
          "Now you are being terribly stereotypical and insulting to all things countryside, Mallory," Sam chastised in his Canadian drawl. "And besides, I think you'd look very fetching in wellies...just wellies that is, nothing else." He grabbed her playfully and squeezed her. His green eyes flashed with a mischievousness Mallory had come to adore. She giggled and gazed up at him, lovingly recalling the first time she had found herself utterly mesmerised by him.
          December 2009
          Mallory had lived in Yorkshire all the twenty-eight years of her life. Since dropping out of her PR course at Uni, through sheer laziness, she had endured a run of soulless jobs. Nothing ever really pushed her buttons. That was until an inheritance from her dear Aunt Sylvia had given her the opportunity to do the one thing she truly wanted to do.
          Her little gift emporium, Le Petit Cadeau.
          It had been the brain child of her Aunt many years before, when Mallory had taken to making her own Christmas gifts one year when, as was the case on more than one dreadful occasion, unemployment occurred on the brink of the festive season.
          She had sobbed and sobbed when the solicitor informed her that her Aunt had left her the large sum of money under strict conditions that she was to, 'get off her backside and do something fulfilling for once!' She remembered almost laughing aloud at the point when the solicitor had uttered the quote directly as her Aunt had written it. Even in death, feisty Sylvia knew how to draw a chuckle from her beloved niece.
          It was a fairly quiet early December Wednesday in Leeds, well perhaps quiet was not the right way to put it. The city centre was the usual bustling metropolis, but the Victoria Quarter was, ostensibly, being given a somewhat brief reprieve from the usual barrage of festive shoppers. Mallory huffed as she watched a swooning couple canoodling whilst browsing in the window of the lingerie boutique.
          "Sod this for a game of soldiers. I think I need a break," she informed one of the cute, jointed, Steiff teddy bears sitting, looking pensive on the shelf next to where she perched. "I reckon there is a tall, caramel macchiato with my name on it somewhere!"
          Grabbing her oversized bag she chalked Back in 20 mins on her very own, handmade door sign. Once she had dropped the latch she headed out into the sea of suited business people and Christmas shoppers. She smirked at the vast number of pre-school children who were sporting cheap red Santa hats lovingly procured for them, she guessed, by harassed parents as bribery for good behaviour.
          The paved precinct area was buzzing. Mallory loved Leeds City Centre with its designer boutiques and quirky shops. At this time of year, however, there was something transcendent about the atmosphere. Maybe it was the twinkling lights strung from building to building or the way that each and every shop was decked in sparkling silvers and gregarious gold. The myriad Christmas songs, being played in numerous outlets all out of synch with one another, were an assault on the senses. The stalls all laid out, down the centre of the precinct, were vying for the attention of passers-by with their brightly coloured gifts and trinkets. A delicious aroma of roast chestnuts wafted through the chilled air and into Mallory's nostrils making her tummy grumble.
          She rounded the corner heading for her favourite coffee shop when suddenly she involuntarily lurched forward. Her stiletto heel had become lodged in between two paving slabs, sending her and her belongings, hurtling into the arms of a passing stranger.
          "Whoaaaa there!" The startled man grabbed for Mallory, in a bid to stop her inevitable collision with the pavement. "We haven't been formally introduced and yet here you are throwing yourself at me!" He laughed. His accent was noticeably of the North American variety.
** If you would like to read more of Mallory and Sam's story, you can find it here:
5 Prince Books -- www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm
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Monday, April 22, 2013

At that moment...

At that moment, realization dawned. Alex was the fire she’d been longing for – the one who stoked desire to unimaginable heights – the one who made feeling uninhibited as natural as the air she breathed. 
        From: Stella in Stilettos 


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Sometimes you have to break the rules; sometimes you have to break them wearing stilettos!

We all have unique ways of coping when life tosses us a grenade! We either catch the live munition, hurl it away and move on, or...we run for cover until the danger has passed.

In STELLA IN STILETTOS, Stella Matson chooses the latter. She runs for cover for almost a year.

This is a story about learning to trust again and lowering your fences so love can find a way in. It's also about the things you do for friendship, that you normally wouldn't even consider. (And of course, it's about doing it all in stilettos!)


Stella Matson has had it with handsome guys who schmooze their way into a woman's heart and walk out the door when they get a better offer. As far as she's concerned, she needs to focus on the one thing that won't leave her teary-eyed on a Friday night -- her job with the lingerie company. That plan goes awry when drop-dead gorgeous, Alex Clay, is temporarily assigned to her department. He both frustrates and excites her, turns her into a klutz, and she's afraid her heart is once again in real danger.

Alex Clay is trying to find his place in the business world. His boss seems to be grooming him for big things by giving him a taste of everything from the mailroom to the boardroom. When he does a short stint in the advertising department and meets hardheaded but intriguing, Stella Matson, she challenges his convictions and stirs an unwanted desire. He doesn't know whether to kiss her until they're both breathless, or find a new job.


(In this scene, Stella and Alex bump into each other outside the office. Stella and her best friend, Trish, are enjoying a drink at their favorite bar when Stella's ex shows up and once again she wants to run for cover. Alex and his friend, Steve, enter the bar and a rescue of sorts takes place.)

          "Weasel-alert," Trish said, looking past Stella to the front of the bar.

          Stella sipped from her glass of wine. "What?"

          Trish's animated expression sobered. "Don't look behind you."

          Saying don't look was the same as saying look. Curiosity always won. Stella was on her way to turning around.

          Trish stopped her with a stern look. "Seriously. Don't. It's Jace."

          Almost a year and the mention of his name still induced a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Stella instinctively lowered her head as though it would throw an imaginary veil over her. "Tell me he walked back out. Lie to me. Anything."

          "Wish I could."

          Stella groaned quietly, but the volume-control on her pulse cranked up. She was sure the whole place could hear it thumping in her chest. The breath caught in her lungs. "He didn't see us, did he?"

          Trish shook her head. "I don't think so, but it's a matter of time because he's scanning the place." She described him with some pretty strong cuss words.

          Stella couldn't sit still. "Why did he pick this place?"

          "Uh-oh," Trish whispered. "Breathe. He's not here for you." She wrinkled her nose. "But who knows, maybe he is."

          Stella squinted. "That's calming."

          "Sorry. Trying to loosen you up before he descends on us."

          Jace spotted Trish and worked his way through the crowd. "Trish O'Brien."

          Trish's exaggerated sneer said "Hello, scumbag" but her mouth said, "Well, if it isn't Jace Fairchild."

          Stella wanted to slither under the table so she wouldn't have to make eye contact with Jace. It was a tiny booth, so the only thing fitting under the table was her feet. She felt the infidel's eyes bore into her. She didn't want to acknowledge him. Not now. Not ever. Doing so would give him the power to rip the duct tape off that was holding her heart together.

          "Stella. How the heck are you?"

          His voice rumbled the contents of Stella's stomach. She couldn't say his name. "I'm just peachy. Couldn't be better." She drowned the lie with a significant swig from her wine glass.

          "It's been forever. Where've you been? Hiding out?"

          Jackass. Of course she'd been hiding out. It was the natural thing to do when someone makes a complete fool out of you.

          She wanted to karate-chop him in the neck, or at least pour hot wax on his eyebrows and then rip them off. His brainless question deserved a brainless answer. "Armadillos have four babies at a time and they're all the same sex."

          Trish sputtered in her margarita.

          Jace looked dumbfounded. "What?"

          Trish nudged her under the table. "Oh my gosh, Stella, look who's here." She nodded toward the door.

          Good ploy, Trish! Keep the diversions coming, no matter how bizarre.

          "Your honey just walked in."

          My honey? Okay. Not sure they could pull that one off. Stella checked her watch to strengthen the story, plus she pretended to be irked. "It's about time." She looked to where Alex Clay and Steve Benson stood brushing snow off their jackets.

          Stella's eyes flew to Trish's, where she recognized an appeal to play along.

          How could she? This was Alex. She couldn't play along when it involved him. Besides, she was already on emotional-overload from Jace. If she missed a cue and did something foolish, she might have a need to go back into...hiding. Grr.

          She glanced at Jace who was sizing up the two men.

          Trish flew out of the booth and practically ran to Alex and Steve.

          Stella tried to gauge their expressions when Trish approached. What would Trish say? Ack! She wanted to guzzle her glass of wine.

          "How long have you two been dating?" Jace asked.

          There was a hint of jealousy in his voice that was wickedly satisfying.

          She would love to spout that they'd been together for almost a year so Jace wouldn't think she wasted time grieving their breakup, but she was afraid to squander a lie that could possibly take a chomp out of her butt later. "A few months."

          Alex took a step away from Trish and linked gazes with Stella.

          Dang. Now what? Impetuously she blew him a kiss and then mentally thrashed herself for doing something so ridiculous.

          Jace yanked her attention back to him. "Can't wait to meet the guy."

          Stella swallowed hard. Soon she'd be exposed as a fraud...to both men.

          Trish came back arm-in-arm with Alex and Steve. "They got held up in traffic." She and Steve slid into the booth. Alex didn't hesitate sliding in beside her.

          The heat of embarrassment colored Stella's face when their gazes connected. There was something indescribable in his eyes. Anger, perhaps? Was he ticked about participating in a sham? Or were she and Trish kinking a trolling expedition?

          Stella didn't have time to figure it out because Alex pulled her over to him and brushed his lips across hers.

          "Sorry we're late, hon. I thought I'd be clever and take a shortcut. All I managed to do though was land us smack dab into backed-up traffic. Must've been an accident or something around Third and Broad Streets."

          Stella was blown away. She smiled with complete affection; to her surprise, it wasn't an act. "No worries. We haven't been here long."

          A curl fell across her cheek and Alex tucked it behind her ear. He was about to say something, but Jace coughed to nab their attention.

          "So you're the new man in Stella's life." He held his hand out to shake Alex's. "I'm Jace."

          Alex didn't rush to divulge his name or acknowledge the gesture. "Yes," he finally said. "Stella's my woman."

          Stella widened her eyes. Trish crossed hers.

          Jace nodded to Stella. "You've got a treasure there."

          A treasure? Stella eyed her ex suspiciously and waited for the slam she knew would come.

          Alex clasped her hand under the table and kneaded the top of it with his thumb. He looked at Stella instead of Jace. "I certainly do."

          This was all for show, but his words warmed and calmed Stella.

          Jace wasn't about to let her stay calm. He patted Alex on the shoulder. "I messed up when I let her go." He raised both brows. "I didn't realize what I had. She was a little inhibited, and like a fool, I went looking for someone who was open to anything. If you know what I mean."

          Stella was instantly mortified and wished a sinkhole would open up and swallow her. She ventured a shocked look at Trish, who was also stunned by the brainless statement. Everyone knew inhibited meant uptight in bed.

          Salty tears burned the back of her eyes. Do not cry. Do not cry. She had to repeat that over and over to hold off the tears.

          "Inhibited? Are you sure you're talking about my Stella?" Alex laughed maniacally.

          Trish followed his lead. So did Steve. They hooted like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard.

          Stella still wanted to cry, but from joy. Alex, Steve and Trish had her back. They were shoring her up and it was the most wonderful thing.

          Alex stopped laughing long enough to gather her in his arms. "This woman's a freak."

          Stella couldn't believe how she went from being inhibited to a freak, but she couldn't be happier. She dropped her eyes to her lap to get her emotions under control. Don't look up. Don't look up. If she caught Trish's eye, the game was over.

         Alex lifted her chin to make her look at him. At the same time, he brought her hand to his lips. "We try something new every day." He turned her hand over to expose her palm. After a mischievous lift of his brow, he trailed his tongue across it.

           Tingles of excitement riveted to every clothed and unclothed part of her body, and an inescapable sound of pleasure worked its way out. Stella felt lightheaded.

          The ruse worked. Jace was intimidated. He talked so fast his words ran together. "It was good seeing you, Stella. I have to go."

          He was long gone before Stella came down to earth.

          Trish put her hand up to give Stella a high-five. "That moan was priceless."

          That moan was real. Stella closed her eyes for a second to stabilize. Running into her ex had been a test. She failed parts of it, others she passed with flying colors -- like knowing for certain she was completely over him. "Thanks, guys." She put her hand over her heart. "I don't know how to repay you."

          "We have a debt settlement all worked out." Trish said excitedly. She turned to Steve. "By the way, I'm Trish."

          Steve perked with amusement. "Steve Benson."

          Stella looked from Trish to Steve to Alex, and offered a grin. "What are the terms of the agreement?"

          Trish winked at Alex. "Could you fellas give us a minute?" She waited until they were at the bar before she leaned across the table. "Here's the gist of it. We're hanging out with these stud muffins for awhile."

          It sounded too simple, and easily payable. "That's it?"

          "Yep. You aren't exactly cozy with Alex, but I had to make a decision. Put up with Jace or put up with Alex."

          "You did good, Trish. Thank you."

          "And damn, Stella. Steve Benson is a hunk." Trish made a sizzling sound.

          Stella turned to see where the guys were. "Be careful, Trish. He's nice, but he's also a big flirt. A real womanizer."

          "You're preaching to the choir, honey. We'd be perfect for each other." Trish almost fell out of the booth while surveying Steve. "Six feet of pure hotness. Did I mention blond men are the bomb?"

          "Every day since kindergarten." Stella put her hand on Trish's. "Seriously, be careful."

          Trish sparkled with challenge. "Taming him will be fun."

          Stella giggled at Trish's lack of fear and turned to take a good look at Alex. He was the bomb too.

          Her pulse climbed a few dreamy notches and her saliva glands kicked into high-gear. She'd been too consumed by Jace's presence to realize Alex had a casual-look going on. He'd transformed himself from an upward-bound professional to a scrumptious bad-boy with tattered jeans and a slightly worn leather jacket. This less-than-perfect look made him look completely perfect, and Stella decided Trish wasn't the only one who needed to be careful.

(The folder that contains the rough outline, scraps of paper with juicy tidbits and ideas, sticky notes and everything that eventually became, Stella in Stilettos!)

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog to read about Stella. I hope you have enjoyed this scene from my book.


Friday, April 12, 2013

Amber Easton - new release, Reckless Endangerment

Today, Amber Easton is visiting my blog to celebrate the release of her new novel --

I've asked her to tell us a little bit about her awesome book!

In my new release, Reckless Endangerment, I'm taking a bit of a risk. I'm taking on the issues of PTSD in war veterans and human trafficking in the United States. Gee, sounds romantic, right? Actually, it is. An epic love story between Hope Shane, the fearless reporter, and Colonel Michael Cedars, a wounded war hero, is the main storyline.

That's the trick with writing romantic suspense. There not only needs to be a balance between mystery and a great love story, the storylines need to mesh.

Sometimes as writers, no matter our genre, we need to push the envelope by incorporating real world issues into our fictional work. Post-traumatic stress disorder is an authentic issue that soldiers deal with when returning home from war. Human trafficking is also a serious issue, often underreported in this country (and the world).

Using fiction to spotlight issues isn't a new concept at all, just turn on television or go to the movies for daily examples. Most writers do it, in one way or another. When writing this way, though, especially in the romance genre, it's important to keep our characters' motivation the top priority. It's still entertainment, after all, not CNN or the Discovery Channel. But, because it is entertainment, it's also important not to sensationalize or demean the subject matter. Imagine walking a tightrope without a net...one misstep in either direction would mean disaster.

Romance is the perfect genre to highlight emotional drama and interplay between human beings. I've heard the scoffs, "oh, you write romance", usually followed by a dismissive shake of the head or an eye roll. But what some people don't understand is that love is truly the cornerstone of life. Relationships define us as human beings. Love is the goal of all of us -- well, I met one guy who thinks money is the goal but I'll check in on him in 20 years.

Combining the struggle of Hope Shane and Colonel Michael Cedars to hold their marriage together in the face of great adversity -- PTSD, partial paralysis and a human trafficking ring -- is the perfect storm, but the love relationship overrides all. Just like real life, right?


Heroes come in many forms -- soldiers who fall and rise, ordinary people doing extraordinary things, women who battle for their marriage, reporters who fight for truth and justice, and men who put it all on the line for the women they love.

Sometimes heroes fall.

Colonel Michael Cedars is a decorated war hero returning home from Afghanistan. Wounded, unsure if he'll walk again, he's not sure how he fits in civilian life, and he definitely questions if he wants to remain married to the feisty redhead, Hope Shane.

Hope's never been one to play it safe. She met the Colonel while working as a war correspondent, fell in love with the man in uniform, watched him get blown up, and isn't willing to give up on him now.

Back in Denver, Colorado, she's working as an investigative reporter who becomes entangled in a human trafficking story. As the danger of her story intensifies, Hope and Michael are tested more than they ever imagined. Will Michael be able to see beyond what he's lost to embrace what remains? Is he still the man she married or has he become a liability that could get her killed? Is he still the hero she claims him to be? Will her reckless pursuit of justice endanger the life they've pieced together?

An excerpt:

          "Maybe I need to stop trying to hold on. Maybe you're right." Sighing, her shoulders slumped. "We were this close," she held her fingers an inch apart, "to having a life together when everything blew up in our faces. Literally. What else do I have to lose, right? I already lost my dignity when I begged those damn bureaucrats to let me see you in Germany. And when I say begged, I mean I begged, pleaded, bartered, whatever I could possibly say or do to get in and they told me that you," she pointed at him, "said no, you told them I lied about being married to you. McGee backed you up. I looked like a fool and a liar."
          "I'm sorry," he whispered.
          "Now you're doing it again, denying me. You'd rather sit in this place alone than admit to the world that I'm your wife. It's true." She nodded, gaze gluing him in place. "I gave up my everything for you, soldier boy. My life. My pride. My dignity. I gave it all up for you."
          "Why?" he choked out the question. "I did everything to get you to let me go. I don't want you to give up anything for me; can't you see that? You were born to be in the spotlight, dodging bullets, charming your way into and out of trouble. I'm an anchor to you now; you know it but refuse to admit it. I want you to forget me. Why won't you let me go?"
          She closed her eyes, face tilted toward the ceiling. "Because maybe I went crazy over there. Maybe we weren't this close," again with the fingers, "to having a life together. Maybe we were already there. Maybe it wasn't conventional, but it was real, it was us. Maybe I misunderstood sex for more. Maybe I thought that our wedding meant as much to you as it did to me. Maybe I'm the biggest fool to walk planet earth."
          "But now I'm broken so..."
          "Yeah, that's right." Nodding, she looked away and brushed the back of her hand over her eyes. "And I'm too shallow to be the person you need, right? Too superficial? I know the truth. I know that you should be capable of limited mobility, that you are not trapped in that chair, that you have sensations in your right leg and have even managed to stand for a brief period of time here and there. Didn't you think I'd do some research on your injuries? I may have kept my distance, but I have a knack for getting people to talk to me, remember? Yes, you're in a wheelchair, but your situation isn't hopeless. You're the one who gave up, but for the life of me I don't know why. It's not like you. You're a goddamn colonel in the Marine Corps. You don't surrender, so what's going on with you?"
          Her words stung. He had heard them for months now and he didn't know the answer. He couldn't explain anything to anyone, not even himself.
          "You need to be in New York or in the middle of the action. You're the It Girl, isn't that what they call you? Headed for a network anchor job one day, right? Your own show? Watch out Manhattan, here comes Shane. You'll have them eating out of your hand within months."
          "Maybe you don't know me as well as I thought," she said with a bitter twist of her mouth. "I've been waiting...don't you see? I could care less about a network job and you know it." She finished stuffing the contents into her bag before standing. "I love you. I thought you loved me, too. Until you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't, that you never did, I'll keep coming back."
          He grabbed the picture frames from the sofa cushion where she'd tossed them and looked at the broken glass. Guilt and confusion ate away at his brain.
          "Do you have any idea what it's like for me not to know what to do? I'm a decorated officer. I made decisions minute by minute that affected the lives of my unit, yet I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to do about this," he smacked the arms of his chair, "I don't know what to do about you and I definitely don't know what to do about Dalton. I'm fucked up. I hate not knowing what to do. You're right...it's not like me. Don't you think I know that?"
          With a muttered curse, she sat on the edge of the sofa and blinked at the ceiling. He noticed her hands trembling as they gripped the strap of her bag. The room seemed abnormally quiet without her storming around and threatening him. He didn't like her docile and reflective...it threw him off.
          "I'm sure it's hell. You were always in command. For months now, you've had one surgery after another, been under constant care with zero privacy, me pestering you with my endless notes and your family hauling you across the country without anyone asking what you want. No one is respecting the officer in the room."
          He squinted at her. "Exactly. People talk about me rather than to me."
          "Yet expect you to snap out of your funk and get on with your life."
          "But I don't know what that means." Her understanding shook his resolve, weakened his resistance.
          "And you haven't tried because you've been mourning your old life and don't know what the new life is yet."
          "Everyone thinks I'm a rotten, self-pitying bastard."
          "Because that's what you want us to think so we leave you alone." She shoved both hands through her hair and sighed. "You're exhausting."
          "I know." He smiled for the first time in months. "I exhaust myself, too. I'm really sick of my crap."
          "Well, that's something." She grinned, eyes dark with defeat. "I haven't respected the officer in the room, have I?" She skimmed her thumb across the scar on his forehead. "I love you, if that means anything to you at all."
          "It means something to me." He snagged her hand, but she yanked it away and stood.
          "My business card is on the table near the sofa if you need me, want to talk or whatever. My cell phone number's on the back." She hesitated at the door before looking over her shoulder. "I want my husband back."

** Today is Reckless Endangerment's release day! You can buy a copy now at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/305522#longdescr. Print copies will be available through Amazon. As of next week, the book will be available at all major ebook outlets. But why wait? Go to Smashwords now.

Author bio:

     Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. For twenty years she's worked in the fields of journalism and marketing.

     Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges but ultimately persevere. She currently has three romantic suspense novels out in the world: Reckless Endangerment, Riptide, and Kiss Me Slowly, with three more slated for publication in 2013.

     Find out more about Easton at http://www.amberleaeaston.com or follow her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorAmberLeaEaston.




Tuesday, April 9, 2013

You will love author, Katie Mettner!

Meet Katie Mettner, amazing friend and author of the Sugar Series!
Katie is an author that I've had the privilege of getting to know. I thought it would be great to interview her so you could get to know her as well. 
1.) Tell us a little bit about yourself, Katie.
      Thanks for having me on the blog today, Jan! My name is Katie Mettner and I live in a small town in northern Wisconsin with my husband and three children. I grew up in Eau Claire, Wisconsin and lived there for the first 21 years of my life. I fell in love with Superior/Duluth when I met my husband and he took me there to meet his parents on our first Christmas together. We went to the Radisson and ate in the restaurant that turns you around the hotel and gives you a view of the Duluth Harbor. It was breathtaking and I was hooked. I have saved that experience for last and the Radisson is where Sugar's Night will take place!
      As I said, I'm mom to the three E's and wife to Dwayne. He teaches the fifth grade and my kids are in 7th, 4th and 3rd grades in his district. My day job is a medical transcriptionist and at night you will find me in Sugar's world with Sugar, Van, Jesse and Julie. Obviously, one of my favorite things to do (and I don't get to do enough) is ballroom dancing, so Sugar often gets to do the dancing I'd like to be doing. As a left below-knee amputee for the last two years, I have had to align my desires with reality, but with a new prosthesis on the horizon I'm looking forward to trying it out again.
2.) Have you always been a writer?
      I started writing early on in elementary school. Whether it was a little poem, a short story or journaling it was something I really enjoyed doing and took great pleasure from. I have loved to read since I was old enough to hold a book and I'm sure that has played a huge role in how much I enjoy writing. It's about getting lost in the story, either as I read it or write it, and that feeling of having to know how it ends before I can go on with real life.
3.) Tell us about your current series or WIP.
      My current series is called, The Sugar Series, and it is a Christian romantic suspense series. There are three books: Sugar's Dance, Sugar's Song and current WIP, Sugar's Night. Tula "Sugar" Dubois is a ballroom dance instructor in the twin ports of Superior, Wisconsin and Duluth, Minnesota. She has lost a lot in her young life and as her Dance opens we waltz with her as she tries to overcome the guilt and fear and overpowering nightmares that fill her as she approaches the anniversary of the death of her parents and dance partner 10 years ago. She is thrown into a rather scary situation by her adoptive brother, Jesse, and has to rely on her new bodyguard, Donovan Walsh, to keep her safe. Sugar seems to have everything to the average person looking in on her life, but Donovan very quickly realizes that she has a lot of secrets and her world is falling apart.
      Sugar's Dance
      (This is one of my favorite scenes because it shows Sugar's true love of
      ballroom and just how much she uses it for solace in her life as she is
      struggling with nightmares of the accident.)
~ I was in the ballroom and Rascal Flatts came on with, I'm Movin' On, and my feet began to waltz, right there with no one else. It was me and the music. Each step was measured, each step was soft and each step was putting me in a world where there was no pain. It put me back in that little top floor dance studio in Duluth where I danced my first waltz with my best friend. It put me back in that ballroom in St. Paul where Brent and I had taken home the waltzing trophy. It put me back in the place that made me happy. Each step reminded me that there was always a place to escape when I couldn't take any more of the world around me. There was always that place that I could go to where my heart didn't ache and I didn't have to struggle to keep the tears at bay. I danced with a smile on my face because I saw the brown eyes of my best friend with each turn and I heard him laugh as he led me through turn after turn until I was so dizzy that I could barely stand. I felt his hand was in mine as he began to waltz, but I kept my eyes closed. I could feel the tears on my face and I couldn't stand to see the look of pity in someone else's eyes. I finished the dance and when the music died he pulled me to him whispering. "I've never seen anything more beautiful than you waltzing like that and I've never seen anything as heartbreaking as the sad smile on your face." ~
      The second book, which I lovingly refer to as "Her Song" opens with a rumba and we get to watch Sugar come into her own. She is finally happy having waltzed through the darkest time of her life and is starting to see the light now. She meets Donovan's sister, Lillie, and sees a lot of herself in this girl who also has secrets to keep. There are a lot of new beginnings in her Song and I recently had a reader e-mail me that she had to stop at a rest stop and fix her makeup because she read it on the drive to the Twin Cities and had no mascara left for their event!
      Sugar's Song
      (Sugar takes Van's sister, Lillie, to a rather infamous bar in Superior for
      a burger. This bar is known for its interesting decor amongst other
      things. This is the beginning of the scene where Sugar finds out just how
      much Lillie has to hide.)
~ I weaved my way down toward the old docks to a little building that had the best burgers in town. Lillie lifted a brow at me. "There's a big anchor in the yard," she said, stating the obvious. "I know, it's called Anchor Bar, hence the anchor," I said, laughing and we climbed out of the SUV and opened the door. Lillie pulled up short in front of me after she took two or three steps in. "There's a fake leg hanging from the ceiling," she whispered horrified. I patted her on the back. "Oh honey, that's just the beginning," I said, winking.
      The Anchor Bar is notorious for its innovative decorating, its simplistic menu and its rather colorful service. The bar's owner had a bit of an eclectic decorating theme going, with nautical meets demented puppets meets a fish wearing a lei. There wasn't a spot of wall space not covered and not a spot on the ceiling that didn't have something hanging from it. The tables and chairs were the most mismatched set of garage sale finds on the planet, but surprisingly it all worked. Their reputation for the best burgers and homemade fries at a price that undercut McDonald's made it standing room only pretty much anytime of the day. I pointed her towards the round table in the corner and we climbed up the two steps and sat down.
      "I've been in a lot of bars," she leaned over and whispered, "but this one takes the cake." I picked up a menu, "You've been in a lot of bars?" I asked, raising a brow. "Sugar, I lived in Texas. Yes, I've been in a lot of bars!" she looked around her and motioned at the wall. "Books?" She questioned.
      "Yes, ma'am. We are sitting in what is otherwise known as the Anchor Bar library." I said trying to hide my smile. I handed her a menu. "My suggestion would be to know what you want when they come to the table. Don't stutter and don't make eye contact." I said very seriously looking over the menu at her. I heard her snort at me like she thought I was joking. I wasn't, but she'd find out soon enough.
      "So what's good here?" She asked. "Everything. The fries are homemade and the burgers are wonderful. The olive burger is out of this world." I said and her nose turned up a little. "A burger with cream cheese and olives?" She almost gagged just saying it.
      "Hey don't knock it til you try it! Your dad said the same thing and now he loves it!" I said stopping short, "I'm sorry, I mean your brother, Van, Donny Don." Ugh. Open mouth insert foot. She was laughing at my stumbling. "It's okay he's all of the above to me. I haven't been very sure what to call him now, so don't worry about it. Usually I just call him Dad."
      "Seems to me you can call him whatever you want." I said and she looked down at the menu and then back at me.
      "Very few people know that he isn't actually my dad, so if it's okay with y'all I'd just as soon start calling him dad again." She said.
      "I smiled. "It's just fine with us. Is it okay if we refer to him as your dad? " I asked. I wanted to be sure that the rest of us were doing everything we could to make sure she understood that we care about her and her feelings.
      "Yeah, unless I'm mad at him, then his name is Mud." She said and we both broke into a fit of giggles.
      The waitress came over and stood one foot up on the stair. "What can I get you?" she asked and I jumped right in giving her my order of an olive burger with fries and a Diet Coke. Lillie was still looking at the menu, taking her own sweet time, and I could see the waitress was about to move us to the back of the line. "She'll have a jalapeno burger and fries with a Diet Coke." I said quickly snatching the menu from Lillie's hand and the waitress muttered something about being right back and Lillie gave me an eyebrow. "Not the talkative type, are they?" Lillie asked watching the waitress walk away and I just smiled. ~
      In Sugar's Night, my current WIP, Sugar once again finds herself in a bit of a conundrum when it comes to her life, but this time it is professionally instead of personally. She is faced with the realities of her changing personal life and the effect it is having on her professional abilities. Yet at the same time she is finding that what she used to love to do no longer holds that draw for her, instead she finds herself missing her one true love, dancing. With the final rumba, Sugar comes out of the dark and the light of her future shines bright. In this book, the reader also finally finds out who Julie, Sugar's best friend and Jesse's wife, really is. The first two books give us her background and the final one, well, I can't say, but I think the reader will be happy to know that Julie is going to be okay. :)
      Sugar's Night
      (In this scene, Sugar's friend, John, has a little chat with her about doing
      what you love or doing something else. It is the start of Sugar's final     
      waltz into the light.)
~ "So why the grim look? Something seems to be bothering you," he said, leaning forward on his knees. "No, no," I said, trying to deny it. "I'm just tired and we have a  long way to go before the competition is over in November and we jet off to Ireland.
      "You look tired," he said, leaning in, "and maybe a little," he hesitated, I don't know. You just don't seem yourself, haven't for a few months. You don't have to worry about the kids they are going to be just fine."
      I nodded faking a smile. "I have no doubt in my mind they will be fine, John."
      "But?" he said persistently and I groaned inwardly. "But I can't keep up this pace," I said, surprising myself. He didn't look surprised. "I agree. You're spread pretty thin."
      "I miss this." I said motioning in front of me at the dance floor. "I miss dancing and having impromptu dance parties."
      "So what else do you miss? he asked.
      "I don't get to spend much time at The House, which is really starting to take off and I want to be a part of that, you know? I know things will slack off now that the wedding season is over, but... I don't know." I said snapping my mouth shut.
      "So you miss doing the two things that you love the most," he said, as a statement rather than a question.
      "Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying." I agreed. "And I promised Van after the competition we would try for a baby."
      His brow went up, "Really?"
      I jumped in quickly, "I know I have problems, but Dr. Mueller assured me I could still have kids."
      He raised his other brow.
      "Sorry. I'm a little stressed out." I said shrugging and grimacing on the inside. Shut up, Sugar, just zip the lips.
      "I noticed that, Sugar, but I've also seen the way children flock to you and there isn't a doubt in my mind the kind of mother you will be. Can I give you a little piece of advice?" he asked, laying his hand over mine and I nodded. "Do what makes you happi..."
      "I am happy!" I was quick to reassure him, but he held his hand up.
      "Let me finish. Do what makes you the happiest. Life is not a dress rehearsal. You don't get do-overs. If you find yourself at the end of the day wishing you had spent it some other way then that's what you need to change. It's never too late to reinvent yourself, or maybe in this case, un-invent yourself."
      I looked out over the floor and nodded. "You're right."
      He stood and patted my shoulder. "I know I'm right and I know you'll figure it out. I will bid you adieu for the evening now. Thank you for the lovely party." He whispered in my ear.
      "Thank you for the words of advice." I whispered back and he smiled, patting my cheek before collecting his wife and saying their goodbyes.~
      My next series will be The Northern Light Series. The series will again be based in the Twin Ports, but instead of being told from Sugar's point of view it will be a new character each time. Sugar fans have told me over and over "We want more Sugar!" so with this series we will still get glimpses into Sugar's life and the life of her family, but we will meet some new Duluthians with secrets to keep and love to find. The first book will feature Grant Harris; an Australian born, California trained physical therapist who comes to Duluth. He is integral in helping Sugar see her light in Sugar's Night and is very mysterious. My current working title is, Granted Redemption, and the woman who helps him find his redemption will be someone Sugar fans will certainly remember!
4.) You have a knack for creating believable, lovable characters and the things that are dear to them shine through in your writing. (i.e. in Sugar's Dance, Sugar was a strong advocate for MAMBOS - Miracles Are Made by Organ Sharing - that was so touching!) Do you want to say a few words about that?
      My second grade teacher always told us "write what you know about". And Sugar's Dance is filled with "what I know about". I wrote the series from Sugar's point of view because I wanted the reader to feel like they are having a conversation with Sugar. I want them to feel like they are sitting across the table having a cup of coffee while she pours her heart out to them or be a fly on the wall as she has a heart to heart with Jesse or Van.
      Organ donation is incredibly dear to my heart. My husband's brother, Andrew, is a two time kidney recipient after losing his kidneys to a birth defect at age 18. His first donor was his father and he had that kidney for some 20 years. I will honestly tell you I never much cared for my husband's only sibling, I loved him as a family member, but didn't like to spend a lot of time talking to him. I found him to be a bit overbearing and too much of a know-it-all for me. He seemed to know a lot about the world he had barely started living in and he had a bit of an entitled attitude that rankled me. As time went on and he matured from college student to working as an educator, I began to see a change in him. He seemed to mellow out and was able to respect other's opinions without necessarily having to tell them why they were wrong. Well time went on and soon his kidney was failing. We were faced with a hard decision at that point because my husband is his only sibling and his only chance at a second living donor. He was fortunate not to have to go on dialysis the first time and we were hoping to get him a kidney before he had to go on dialysis this time too, as patients usually do better this way. My husband was tested to be a donor, but unfortunately was found to also have stage-1 kidney disease. Unbeknownst to his family, I had also sent in the early testing material and it came back that not only was I a match, but I was a better match than his own brother! Long story short, four years ago I was given the incredible honor of being his second living kidney donor and it was an experience that changed my life. It has given me the perspective that someone always has it worse and I think it has changed how I live my life and how I teach my children about life. This was a message I wanted to pass on in Sugar's Dance and so MAMBOS was born. MAMBOS is the foundation that Sugar pours her energy and love for her dance partner, Brent, into after he is killed in the accident and becomes an organ donor. It's what keeps his memory alive for Sugar and something she really has held onto and believed in since that day 10 years ago. When I wrote that part of the book I needed an acronym that I could use for her foundation and I really struggled trying to think of something that wasn't already used and somehow tied into the book. Strangely enough as I stood in the shower washing my hair it was just there. I'm soaping away and I get "MAMBOS, miracles are made by organ sharing." I'm looking around the shower stall thinking did I just hear that? It was a case of divine intervention for me and I ran with it! I actually started laughing because as a ballroom dancer the one dance I can't do is the mambo! Okay, I can do it, but as a short Canadian I look plain ridiculous! In Sugar's Dance we meet Justin who received one of her dance partner's kidneys and as Sugar watches him and his new baby on what she was expecting to be a very bad night she sort of started to see a change in the gales as they blew. She was still deeply affected by the loss of her loved ones, but comforted by seeing Justin moving on with his life, something he wouldn't have been able to do if it hadn't been for losing Brent. She saw the circle close and understood that some things happen for a reason and we may not know the reason that very second, but eventually it becomes clear and we can take solace in it and move on.
5.) What do you love  most about the writing process?
      The part I love most is being the characters in the story. Getting lost in the story and letting it unfold under my fingers as I type. I don't pre-plan my stories, I let them go where they take me and when I type "The End" I look forward to going back and reading the story to see if it's anything I had originally set out to write. Sugar's Dance was so far from what I had planned to write it's in a different state. Sugar's Song was a little bit closer because it followed the first book, but again, Sugar's Night is NOTHING like what I had in mind when I closed her Song. The writing process for me is simply enjoying the story I am creating and all the rest doesn't matter. I don't get bogged down with outlines and notes and over-thinking this or that. I just let it be what it was meant to be and that's a story told from the heart about a character that fills my heart.
6.) Do you have any words of wisdom for aspiring authors?
      Most authors would say things like "read, read, read and write, write, write. Take advantage of all the information and people out there that can help sharpen your writing skills". Etc. And while all of that is very true and great advice, the only words of wisdom I have are these -- "Write it from the heart and they will read."
It was truly a joy having Katie on my blog!
You can contact Katie at: sugarsdance@gmail.com
LinkedIn: Katie Mettner

Friday, April 5, 2013

I Bet You Didn't Know...

So often we only show the business-side of us, concentrating mostly on promotion and marketing our books. I thought it would be fun to do a 'tag-it' blog where we reveal our personal side. Since I'm initiating this type of tag-you're-it communication, I thought I would do the first one about me so everyone knows how it goes!

(Yep! It's me!)

I bet you didn't know...
1.) That I have an aversion to sweet potatoes. In some of my stories, my characters do too. *grins* (Official apology to those folks who grow sweet potatoes for a living -- it's nothing personal about your fine crop. Just saying!)
2.) I once wrote lyrics for John Mellencamp. (He just wasn't aware of it! ha ha)
3.) Big city driving turns me into a basket-case.
4.) Unlike many people, I love watching commercials. (I currently laugh my butt off at the AT & T commercials with Beck Beckett and the little kids; most especially the one where the little girl talks about werewolves. LOL!)
5.) Neil Diamond was my husband in another life. (He probably doesn't know it though. If he's reading this blog -- as many celebs do *cough* -- he is probably saying..."I thought she looked familiar"!!) Just kidding folks! My heart belongs to Bill!
6.) I'm an NCIS fanatic!
7.) I think intelligence and a sense of humor are sexy!
8.) I'm a dancing fool! (I'm not good at it, but it doesn't stop me. LOL!)
9.) I've memorized the capital of each state. (I obviously need to get a life!)
10.) My nickname used to be .... (purposely omitted because it's just too dorky. You didn't really think I'd tell you what it was, did you? Okay, you bent my arm...it was 'dink'! Told ya it was dorky.)
11.) I blush way too easily! Gah.
12.) I'm an eternal optimist! Always try to look on the bright side. View tomorrow as a fresh start.
 (Me and daughter, Kelly, at a writer's conference)
 I'm tagging fellow authors to reveal a little about themselves:  (just click on their name to go to their blog or website)

Lovely interview & gift card giveaway - author, Cynthia Woolf!

I'm happy to have author, Cynthia Woolf, on my blog today! She's agreed to be interviewed! If you leave a comment for Cindy, you will be entered in a drawing for a $5.00 Starbucks gift card or an e-copy of her book, Capital Bride. 

Where did you grow up? Siblings? Locale? Were you considered a "bookworm" or a jock? Married, single? Children?

I grew up in the mountains west of Denver, CO. I have three brothers, two older (much older) and one younger. Because my older brothers were so much older than me, eight and twelve years older, my mother always said she raised two familiies. I was considered a definite bookworm. My mother was a librarian and we always had new books in the house. I loved it because I would get the book before anyone else. I'm married and have no children.

What's your favorite way to relax and recharge? Hobbies?

I like to garden and we like to go fishing. Unfortunately, we haven't been fishing in years, but we still think about going. Now if we could just find the time.

How long have you been writing?

I started writing when I was ten. I wrote a story, a romance of course, about a little boy that I liked at the time. I still remember his name, David Williams, but nothing else about the story.

Where do you prefer to write? Do you need quiet, music, solitude? PC or laptop?

I can write anywhere because my first draft is in long hand. I prefer quiet and when I use a computer I prefer my PC.

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I'm a definite pantster. I feel like when I plot the book it's already written so what is the point. Of course, that leads to another problem that is more prevalent among pantsters, the sagging middle. I always know the beginning and end of the book but never have any idea about how to get there. LOL  It usually works itself out when I'm writing.

Do you set daily writing goals? Word count? Number of chapters? Do you get a chance to write every day?

I don't set daily goals. I write full-time and I just make sure that I write something every day. I can't fix a blank page.

What do you hope your writing brings to readers?

I'm not trying to write the next great American novel. I just want my readers to be able to get away from their real lives for a few hours, relax and enjoy my story.

What long-term plans do you have for your career?

I intend to keep writing as long as I have stories to tell.

Would you like to tell us what you're working on now?

I'm working on the third book in my Matchmaker & Co. series, Fiery Bride. I just published the first of this series on December 9th and the second of the series on March 20th.

What advice would you give to unpublished authors?

Write, write and write some more. Get a good critique group. Get a professional cover and get a professional editor.

A fun fact readers wouldn't know about you.

I collect purses and pens.

Is your book a series? If so, how long? Family saga, other?

My latest release is part of a series. Heiress Bride is the  second in the Matchmaker & Co. series. It is a western set in Colorado in 1871 and is about a mail order bride.

Tell us something you learned researching your book that surprised/interested you.

While researching thoroughbreds for Tame A Wild Wind, I was surprised to learn that horses give birth on the ground. For some reason I thought they did it while standing like a giraffe does. Also, it's very unusual for a horse to give birth to twins, and triplets are unheard of.


Blurb for Heiress Bride:

Heiress Ella Davenport survived a carriage accident that killed her father. Her life saved in exchange for savage scars marring her beautiful face. Her friends, socialites, showed their true colors, casting Ella aside like damaged goods and leaving her a social pariah. Even her wealth can't buy her the kind of marriage she wants. Desperate to find a husband who can accept her despite her scars and, without knowing about her money, she seeks to be become a mail order bride. Matchmaker & Co. is her one chance to start over and leave the pain and betrayal far behind.

Nathan Ravenclaw was run out of town by the father of the girl he was courting once he discovered Nathan's Arapaho heritage. It didn't matter that Nathan was a successful rancher, businessman, and a positive member of society. The white community suddenly saw only a half-breed. Even his money couldn't buy him a wife. That was ten years ago. He moved and rebuilt everything that cold rancher once took from him. He has it all...except a wife. Matchmaker & Company promises to send him a woman willing to start a new life with him. But Nathan's battered heart lacks the ability to trust. He longs for children, not romance. His new bride, scarred and cast aside like himself, promises to be perfect for him. Until he meets his mail order bride. Fierce desire and an even more dangerous hope roar back to life within him. Two things he swore never to indulge in again.

And love? For these two battered souls, that's the biggest risk of all.

Excerpt from Heiress Bride:

          She arrived in Denver on April 6, 1871. A date she would forever remember as the start of her life. It was almost like another birthday.

          The weather was cold. The wind rushed off the plains and collided with the mountains to the west, keeping the chill in the air. The buildings weren't as tall as in New York, but the wind still whistled between them and over the platform where she stood. She was glad of her good wool coat and lined boots. They kept her warm while she waited for Mr. Ravenclaw to find her. There wasn't anyone else wearing a veil so she didn't think he'd have much problem identifying her.

          She wasn't really sure what she expected, but it wasn't the tall, devastatingly handsome man that approached her. He had a square jaw shaved clean and a tiny dimple in his chin. Black eyebrows slashed over his eyes, the color of which was hidden by the shadow from his hat, pulled low on his head. For once she was glad of her veil. He wouldn't be able to see her mouth hanging open, gawking at him.

          "Miss Davenport?"

          "Yes. Are you Mr. Ravenclaw?"

          "I am."

          Ella was surprised to find her hand trembled as she held it out to him. "Ella Davenport."

          He removed his glove and enveloped her hand in his big one. His fingers brushed the skin of her wrist just above her glove. The tingle that traveled clear to her toes was unexpected and her gaze snapped up to his. She looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes. They seemed to question the chemistry between them as much as she did.

          He held her hand for what seemed like a lifetime and they simply stared at each other.

          "Miss Davenport..."

          "Ella. Please."

          "Ella. I would like for you to lift your veil."

          "Are you sure you wish to do this in public? It can be...shocking."

          "I'm sure." He squeezed her hand and then let go.

          "Very well." She lifted the heavy lace, prepared for him to be taken aback by the ugliness of it. She wasn't prepared for him to lift his hand and gently trace the thin, putrid purple scar all the way from her left eye over her cheek and down her neck to the top of her collar.

          There was no disdain on his face. His blue eyes took in everything and accepted it, but even so he said the last thing she expected.

          "You are a very beautiful woman."

          She stood there with her mouth open until he raised her chin with his knuckle.

          "Why are you surprised? Surely you have heard the compliment before."

          She shook her head to clear it and find her tongue. "Not since the accident, except from my brother. But he's biased. He loves me."

          "He but states the obvious. Your scars do not detract from your beauty."

          "I must thank you because good manners dictate it. However, I believe we should see about getting you some glasses."

          He laughed. A rich, deep baritone. "I'm glad you have a sense of humor."

          "Who was joking?"

How can readers learn more about you? (website, blog, Facebook, etc?)

Readers can find me on my website: www.cynthiawoolf.com
On my blog: www.cynthiawoolf.com/blog
On Facebook: www.facebook.com/CynthiaWoolf
On Twitter: @CynthiaWoolf

Is there anything else you'd like readers to know about you?

Like all authors, I'm so grateful for my readers. I thank you all for reading my books.


Cynthia Woolf was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountainside with her friends.

Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.

Cynthia was and is an avid reader. Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week. This is where young Cynthia got the storytelling bug. She wrote her first story at the age of ten. A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.

She worked her way through college and went to work full-time straight after graduation and there was little time to write. Then in 1990 she and two friends started a round robin, writing a story about pirates. She found that she missed the writing and kept on with other stories. In 1992 she joined Colorado Romance Writers of America. Unfortunately, the loss of her job demanded she not renew her membership and her writing stagnated for many years.

In 2001, she saw an ad in the paper for a writers conference being put on by CRW and decided she'd attend. One of her favorite authors, Catherine Coulter, was the keynote speaker. Cynthia was lucky enough to have a seat at Ms. Coulter's table at the luncheon and after talking with her, decided she needed to get back to her writing. She rejoined both CRW and RWA that day and hasn't looked back.

Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband, Jim, and the great friends she's made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.


* coming soon -- FIERY BRIDE

Thank you so much, Cynthia, for being here today! Please, come back anytime!