Archive for April, 2012
So … I wrote a post a little while back about pseudonyms and whatnot when crossing over from adult into YA.
At the time, I was somewhat shocked that I’d even thought up an idea for a YA novel. Any other ideas I’ve ever had have been adult pnr/uf, and the notion of writing something totally tame (though my stuff is a seriously far throw from erotic) had always seemed nigh on impossible.
But the more I thought about it, the more I believed it could be doable.
And so the basics of a plot for me to start on my first YA novel later this year were born.
I thought that was it. For now. Thought I’d just sit back, work on my current Holloway Pack stuff, give the YA idea time to marinade into something with a fuller flavour.
Early hours of Wednesday morning last week, I jerked awake from a dream. In my head, the dream only lasted around 60 seconds. Yet, the memory of the dream has stayed with me every hour since.
So I headed into my thought process of ‘what if ….’
And yeah, you’ve guessed it, before I knew what I was doing, I’d formulated the basics of a plot for ANOTHER YA!
So now I’m DOUBLY in shock.
Because I now believe, without a doubt, that at least one of these YA ideas will get written later this year.
Wanna sneaky glimpse at one of ‘em?
Okay then, I’ll share. But don’t look too closely. This is what my first draft openers look like pre-editing, pre-thinking, pre … well, anything.
Oh, and it most certainly doesn’t have a title yet. Here you go:
Too late, too late, too late.
The steering wheel vibrated like crazy beneath my palms. The screech of the tyres held the tone of a demented violin.
I barely noticed either—not with my vision tunnelled and wholly consumed by the wide eyes staring back at me through the windscreen.
The grey haired lady with her flowing skirt and white cotton blouse and too-frail arms had stepped out into the road in front of my Clio and in a handful of seconds she’d be splattered flat.
I inched closer.
Each whump of my heart matched each freezeframed moment and each freezeframed moment took me a fraction nearer.
Her mouth widened.
Any second, her scream would be competing with the tyres, a duet of crescendoed wails of doom.
Close enough to see the blackness of her expanded pupils.
The busted capillaries across her cheeks stood out like a road map to her final destination.
I winced back in my seat, braced my arms for the impact, yelled out my, “Nooooooo!”
My body shook side to side.
“Damn, Indie, that was the longest one I’ve seen you have yet.”
Another blink brought bright blue eyes into focus beneath a tousled mop of hair the colour of roasted chestnuts, all wrapped up with a nice strong jawline of a bow. “Logan?”
Luggy, I thought. My voice sounded luggy.
It always did whenever I came out of one of my episodes. Episodes my friends all took to be epileptic seizures. Because that was that I’d made them believe.
Mostly because admitting to the truth would land me in a nuthouse. How could I explain something I didn’t understand myself?
Well, whatcha thunk?
THANKS HEAPS TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE SHOWERS OF BOOKS GIVEAWAY HOP.
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Hey all, and happy Friday. You may have noticed I took a break last week. Well, that’s because I wanted to take pause to prepare some new posts for you all. After all, Eternal is due out in less than 10 weeks, so I figured it about time I shared the goods. So starting today, right through until Eternal releases, you’ll get a few sneaky peeks at what’s happening in my soon-to-be-released Holloway Pack Prequel novella.
And to make it a little easier for you, I’ll even link up to the opening 500 words so you can see where you’re coming in from for the showcased snippet (Simply click where it’s highlighted).
And now you know where you are, here you go–written from Jem’s POV–your taste of Eternal; right after Sean has raced off to deal with a problem in the forest and told Jem to go home:
I fumbled on my step into the cotton underwear, ripping at the shoulder straps in my haste to pull them up. With a glance over my shoulder, I spied Giles’s passage, the tumbling strands of his brown hair buoyant with each of his movements.
“Jem!” Suspicion laced Giles’s call.
I pushed one foot after the other into my gown and drew the fabric to my waist.
“Jem!” He shoved heavily-laden branches from his path, ducking and weaving, picking up speed.
I thrust my arms into the sleeves, fed in my shoulders, and reached behind for the woven fastenings.
“Do not do what I think you are about to!”
Though I doubted my secured bow would last more than a handful of steps, I grasped my skirts and bounded into a sprint to the east.
Hmmm, I suppose anyone could have guessed Jem wouldn’t necessarily obey.
I hope you enjoyed this weeks snippet. See you next week for another round of FVF
As I have said before, any and all are welcome to join me in this weekly shenanigan. HOWEVER, if you do so, I URGE you to keep the shared snippets short and sweet. Mine will be a maximum of TEN (10) sentences. To help identification of these posts, I shall be hastagging them (for Twitter purposes) as #FVF. Feel free to knick said hashtag for your own Freeview Friday posts.
I’m MEGA excited to share this giveaway with you all! For the first time EVER I’ve been invited by my publisher to host a giveaway of an ARC of one of my books so I’m muchero happy.
Yep, I have ONE ARC** of my soon to be released novella, Eternal. A Holloway Pack Prequel. Sequel to Instinct. Not due out for over 2 months. Here’s what I’m talking ’bout:
It’s not Jem Stonehouse’s marital status that brings unwanted strangers to town. Rather, it’s that she is the only female werewolf in existence — a prize to any pack.
Sean Holloway, the love of Jem’s life, has gone to great lengths to protect her. As a new attack becomes imminent, Sean realizes he must take greater measures with Jem’s safety or risk losing her forever.
His first task must be to marry her, but a force greater than the largest werewolf stands in his way.
RELEASE DATE: July 2nd 2012
So do YOU fancy it? Here’s all you have to do:
1) Leave a blog comment below stating why you think you should win.
2) Then take note of your comment number and hop on over to this Rafflecopter Form to validate your entry, where you can find out other ways to enter.
Off you go, go, go, goooooooooooo!
**Please note, the ARC is in E-format.
Roll up, roll up, because today I’m allowing the delectable Claire Gillian to take over my blog to help promote her recently released romantic mystery The P.U.R.E.
And if you haven’t yet heard of this debut author, here’s a little more about her awesome book.
Fresh out of college, Gayle’s career path should follow the yellow brick road straight to the top. Thanks to a menial errand gone wrong, a wayward tongue, and a randy supervisor who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Gayle’s stuck in corporate hell.
Discovering a company secret only turns up the heat.
The one part of her life not going down in flames is her friendship with the gorgeous but intensely private, Jon Cripps. Jon would make the perfect consolation prize for Gayle’s pity party if dating a co-worker wasn’t career suicide. Then again, with all Gayle has been through, maybe falling in love is the lucky break she needs.
Hitting the cool sheets with Jon soothes her mind and body, but it also enrages whoever’s behind the smokescreen she’s uncovered at work. Someone is willing to kill to protect their secrets, and Gayle and Jon are the targets.
With both her heart and livelihood at stake, Gayle’s early career-limiting moves could turn into life-terminating ones.
I happened to be one of the lucky ones who nabbed an early ARC of this one. It’s a great, fun read with a HOT guy to boot. You can check out my review HERE! Or to add it to your Goodreads pile, simply click on the cover image.
And onward with the show. Ms Gillian, it’s over to you!
Confessions of a Near P.U.R.E.
When I started my career in public accounting, I had next to no idea what to expect. I strutted my 3.7 GPA and Phi Beta Kappa key, wooing four of the best public accounting firms into asking for my hand in employment—three in Atlanta and one in Dallas. Pampered and spoiled, of course I chose the biggest diamond—the one offering the largest salary. At the time, that was in Dallas, Texas, thanks to the oil and gas boom.
I signed and the wooing ended. The high mucky-muck partners no longer called to shoot the breeze and casually inquire if I’d made my employment decision yet.
So, I moved to Dallas, a virtually unknown city, all by myself, and joined the scores of other raw recruits. We eyed each other competitively. Who would weather the longest and seize the brass ring of a corner office and a partnership in the firm? Who would throw up their hands in the early stages? Who would be managed up or out? And along that line of thinking, who would be the PUREs—the previously undetected recruiting errors—that made us wonder, “Who hired that guy?”
Most new hires started in the summer, when business was slow and billable hours a coveted commodity. If you were unassigned to an audit, you were a gopher. You proofread, fetched lunches for partners and meetings, ran forgotten paper files out to job sites so the billable staff remained billable. You made copies and collated for the administrative assistants who were far busier than you. You waited, shifting from foot to foot, as a manager edited a time sensitive memo so you could then run three blocks in high heels, in the sweltering Dallas heat, with your suit jacket on, to deliver the document to the typing pool to tweak. When they finished, you ran the reverse route to deliver the next draft. Repeat as often as needed or until the last typist went home for the day.
Such was the pre-email and fax era, so someone had to do it. Why pay a courier when you had salaried labor sitting around idle? Management didn’t care if we got our suits and crisp white shirts and blouses dirty or shredded our pantyhose or snapped off the heels of our shoes. We were there to work and to look professional at all times—corporate arm candy. All those egos stoked to maximum blaze during the recruiting courtship were quickly doused into soggy, smoky memories.
But if you didn’t keep your ego in check, you could find yourself in PURE territory.
I remember dancing on the edge of PURE-dom when one audit had concluded but my assignment to its supervisor had not. My supervisor, running multiple jobs at once, decided he’d give me grunt work to do for his other job, since possession was nine-tenths of the law where inexperienced staff were concerned. I bristled at first, because a supervisor was only one or two notches above me on the hierarchy, but did as I was told.
The tasks kept coming, doled out one at a time, and at varying intervals. Once he asked me to fetch what I thought was a personal item from his car. As I took his keys, I said, “Shall I wash it for you too, boss, while I’s a-there?”
He said nothing, but fixed me with a cold stare before turning back to his work. I never worked on one of his jobs ever again. I didn’t work for anyone else for a while either. Uh-oh. I’d left an ember of pride still smoldering. Once I smothered it though, I did fine.
Here’s the irony and epiphany of those early work experiences. When I wrote The P.U.R.E., I gave the heroine, Gayle, many of the same feelings and experiences I’d had in my new hire days. I drew from what I knew. Those elements were indisputably authentic, and I was proud enough of my story to submit it to the Daphne du Maurier contest (romantic suspense).
While one judge gave me high marks (thank you!), one gave me much lower marks, commenting at how unrealistic the heroine’s work situation was. “Nobody sends a CPA out to pick up lunches!” she wrote (paraphrased).
Um, yeah they did and do, thus illustrating with a sting that truth sometimes really is stranger than fiction.
I am grateful for those humbling experiences, however. They taught me very early that you’re never too smart, too pretty, too athletic or too talented to be above paying your dues, whether it’s for your career in business, modeling, pro golf or in writing. Pride is all well and good, but it can be like a battering ram, whereas humility unlocks and props open the door. Truly the best piece of universal wisdom acquired from my PURE salad-days.
Claire Gillian is a number-crunching executive by profession, an after hours writer by passion, and a darkly romantic curmudgeon. Published in short stories and anthologies, The P.U.R.E marks Claire’s official, and debut, transition to the publication of her work in novel form.
While Claire’s writing spans all ages and subject matters, she’s happiest penning romance drenched in humor with a dash of intrigue and loads of spice.
Claire lives in the boggy Pacific NW with her husband and two teen-aged sons.
Huge thanks to Claire for a great post.
Now on to the
Claire is generously offering a muchero coolio prize package to one lucky commenter of a
The P.U.R.E. mug:
AND a couple of signed bookmarks (front and back images shown).
To be in with a chance of entering, simply leave a comment by midnight this Sunday (April 29nd 2012). And if you fancy keeping up with what Claire gets up to, she can be found at:
Are YOU looking forward to The P.U.R.E.?
Well, after checking my calendar, I realised there are only 10 weeks (+3 days) left until the release of
TEN WEEKS?!?! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!
Anyhoo, I figured, with it being so close, and all, that I’d better get my finger out and start scheduling one of my mini-blog tours I like to do when I have a new novella to release.
So … CALLING ALL BOOK BLOGGERS!
If you fancy hosting me between the dates of July 2nd – July 31st—whether for an author interview, character interview, guest post (though I won’t be able to conjure very many of those), etc—then please drop me a line.
I can be contacted at the email address in the sidebar (top right) or you’re welcome to message me via my Contact Form.
Many thanks in advance to all who respond. I’ll get back to you all as soon as possible.
Round up, round up, and welcome to my stop in the Showers of Books Giveaway Hop as hosted by I am a Reader, Not a Writer and One a Day YA.
Clicking on the hop image will take you to the signups page, where you’ll find the entire list of participating blogs. Be sure to check them out as there are some awesome prizes up for grabs.
And onward to what I have on offer.
This hop, ONE winner shall win the following:
ONE E-book copy of Instinct (image is linked to Goodreads):
ONE bar of Diary Milk to nibble on whilst reading Instinct.
AND one each of a Darkness & Light bookmark, Instinct postcard, and Eternal postcard–all signed (not actual sizes shown).
To enter, simply follow THIS LINK to the Rafflecopter form and then follow the instructions. First entry is a free one.
Go, go, go, gooooooooooooo!
Hi, all. And welcome to a lovely Wednesday, otherwise known Wolfie Wednesday in JABLand or hump day to all the more normal folk out there.
As the post title suggests, I’m here to tell you about a new Sean POV scene from Darkness & Light. After posing the question for which scene to rewrite from the man’s perspective, and listening to the feedback, I decided to go with ….
The Burger Bar Scene!
Yup, that scene where Jem’s sat jotting away in her pad and Sean rather rudely interrupts her concentration (how dare he?!) to introduce himself. You know the one?
Well, now you can get to see it from the other side of the coin. And I have aptly (imo) named it:
Hope you enjoy.
You may have noticed (or not, as the case may be) that I wasn’t about very much last week. Well, that’s because we slunk off (we being Me, Mr B & the Mini-Me’s) to the Mother-in-Laws in sunny West Wales (yes, it really was sunny). And we had a pretty awesome week.
No, I didn’t spend every hour of every day slamming out new stories whilst Mr B waited on me hand and foot.
Okay, so he did wait on me hand on foot, but that was only on the understanding I kept my nose out of the laptop and in my head in the real world for a while.
The thing with Mr B is, his idea of ‘keeping my head out of my virtual worlds’ usually involves coastal walks and whatnot. So whilst I did have a totally relaxing week and take in some amazing views, I also exhausted myself (do you people KNOW how many hills there are in Wales?????? O_o). And because said ‘amazing views’ were exactly that, I figured they’d be a good introduction back into the land of the living (or back into blogging after a taking a break). So here are some pics of my (our) week:
Oh, yes, our first day there, and the kidlets decide they ‘don’t wanna come and can’t they just stay with Nan’ when we were going out. Kids, apparently, hit a certain age and suddenly decide their parents ain’t so coolio to be hanging around with no more. *sobs into hanky* Then *rejoices at the prospect of some alone time with Mr B* This is just one of the beaches in Tenby (south beach, I think). Beautiful, no?
After their complaints the first day, we
forced cajoled the kids into coming out for some fresh air (whilst failing to mention we’d be taking one of our famous treks along the coast) and Mr B drove us to Manorbier. Above is the spot where we climbed from the car …
… and we trekked past these trees/bushes that had been in a fire and had absolutely nothing to do with the amazing view had I looked to the left but couldn’t seem to stop myself taking a picture of …
… up a hill and round a huge U-turn and then back down the hill on the other side. Yes, those are the Mini-Me’s you see. Yes, this was the calm before the storm of seriously steep climbs just around the corner …
… by this point, we were all puffing and panting and I felt the strain of muscles I’d forgotten I have but *Hallelujah* our destination comes into sight …
… and (wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!) we make it to the beach that never seems to have hardly any visitors simply because it’s not accessible by road and barely a soul knows of it’s existence.
Only problem then was we still had to walk all the way back to the car.
The next day brought another session of ‘No-kids’ (probably because we’d tired them out the day before) so me and the man snuck off to Milford Haven, where we sat sipping coffee overlooking the mariner. Muchero peacefulness, I have to say.
But then the kidlets realised we’d had way more fun than them and begged to go out so we ended up at Tenby again, where we walked along Tenby North beach (I think), starting at the top of the steps (where I stood to take the pic) …
… aaaaaaaaaall the way around to the other side, where this picture was taken up from behind the museum and art gallery.
And our last day before coming home was spent drinking coffee at Kilgetty before making the walk (yeah *sigh* more walking) from Wiseman’s Bridge to Saundersfoot (not quite sure how the man managed to slip into the pic), where we looked at boats (Mr B has a ‘thing’ for boats) and bought some fudge for my good friend Carla (Carla has a ‘thing’ for fudge), and then made the trek back to the car, where I announced I’d be quite happy to go to bed.
So, how about you? Done anything cool during the Easter break?
Can I hear a big SQUEEEEEEE!
Yes, the day has FINALLY arrived that I get to share my Blue Moon cover with everyone. I’m so super excited (in case you hadn’t guessed).
A fortnight ago, I let you all know it was coming.
Then, every day since the 1st April, I’ve annoyed teased you all with teeny tiny previews of what’s to come.
And now? Now I get to show you the whole shebang.
So … here you go, Môn Cherie’s—the cover reveal for Blue Moon: Holloway Pack 2
And here’s the blurbiness:
Someone is watching the Holloway Pack, and this time, the female isn’t the target.
Life with a group of seven male werewolves worries Jem Stonehouse not one bit. She is engaged to the Alpha’s son Sean Holloway after all. So what has Jem’s territorial instincts on high alert?
The pack’s latest addition. Both of them.
None of the men think there’s a problem with the new girlfriends. Jem’s intuition tells her otherwise—that and a nagging suspicion the new females aren’t there to partake.
Jem believes they’ve joined in to take.
The question is … What?
As the eve of the blue moon draws ever closer, Jem’s running out of time to find the answer and outwit a thief of the worst possible kind.
A woman who believes she can’t lose.
Dum dum duuuuuuuum!
Well, whaddaya think? Like?
(pssst, clicking on the Blue Moon cover will take you to Goodreads where you can add it to your books )
Before I go, I want to give a HUGE thanks to all of the below listed bloggers, who have all helped me in spreading the cover reveal about like it’s a hooker with a fix to fund. Cheers, guys!