Sharon Donovan a beloved friend and fellow author passed away. But we had to visit her home and see her family. She was there in her room. No where else. Not at the cemetery or in the church. But we felt her warmth and love as we sat in front of her laptop. She was something else! Love you Sharon!
If you haven't heard Kobo is the new kid on the block, the place to go to self publish. They are setting it up and it will be live in July. They have a great platform which should make it ideal for the authors. For instance no exclusives, free promo days whenever you want, 45% of books under $2.99 and 70% for books over $2.99. This beats out Amazon and B&N. Now, I could be wrong but I believe I heard on one of the self publishing loops that Kobo is also Apple. It's also big in the Asian market, so that opens up a door there.
Here's the link, and go to the bottom under authors and publishers.
I'm looking forward to putting all my books up there, but of course if you have a book in Kindle Select, you'd need to wait until the 3 month commitment is up.
Good luck everyone and happy sales!
June 20, 2012 Let the season begin.
Summer is the time to get up, get out and slim down. With so much to do, time can slip away before you realize and you’re faced with the task of making lunch or dinner. If you’re like me you’re tired after doing, doing, doing and cooking dinner is not appealing chore at all. Neither is ordering in a pizza or hitting a fast-food joint. You can do that anytime of the year. And what about the slimming down part of summer you’re trying to stick to.
There are tons of sites with recipes for you to try, but who has the time to search and what if they’re not as good as the magazines boast them up to be. I like trying recipes that are tried and true and shared by friends. So with that in mind, I want to share a few recipes that my family loves. They’re quick and easy, so I don’t mind having to prepare them after I’ve been on the go all day.
I find the key to relieving the stress of ‘WHAT’S FOR DINNER’ syndrome is having the ingredients, so, when you shop, plan that there is going several days in the week where you’re going to be overloaded and pick up the necessary items. Refrigerate and don’t freeze. If the meat is to be marinated, place it in the seasoned cure right away.
With that said, here are a two of my easy dishes. Please share yours too.
Greens with Marinated Chicken
Perfect for a really hot day.
8 skinless chicken breasts halves. (I always make extra. It’s so yummy) Wash, pat dry and place in plastic bag. Add about a cup of Zesty Italian dressing and seal. Refrigerate overnight. (I like my chicken zesty so I leave chicken in marinate for three days before using.) Also, for food safety, remember to sterilize any surface that comes in contact with the chicken.
Remove from bag and place chicken immediately on a pre-heated 350° grill (or broiler). Cook with medium heat on one side until meat juice bubbles form on top, then flip and cook until chicken is done. Approximately 20 minutes total. Remember to only flip your meat once. Doing so, helps keep meat juicy. Remove from grill and let stand covered for five minutes before slicing into strips. After cooled, chicken can be refrigerated for use anytime over the next few days.
While chicken is grilling, prepare your favorite greens. I like a mixture of spinch, lettuce and fresh or steam veggies or fruit. Top with chicken, add a slice of cheese and sprinkle with your favorite dressing. YUM
Asparagus Wrapped In Bacon ( I never liked asparagus until I had it prepared this way)
Wash asparagus, pat dry and wrap in a slice of bacon. Insert a toothpick to hold together.
Two ways to prepare:
Grill: Mix a Tablespoon of oil with a ½ teaspoon of garlic salt and brush asparagus. Place on grill at med-low heat and turn every few minutes until bacon and veggie is thoroughly cooked.
Stove method: Heat a Tablespoon of oil in a pan along with ½ clove of garlic (or garlic salt) and fry Asparagus and bacon until thoroughly cooked.
|From an ad in 1941.|
|From an ad today. Looks harmless, doesn't it?|
Back in the 50's, when I was in 7th grade, a lot of us weren't permitted to wear makeup yet. Daddy was a preacher and I was allowed NONE at all. I usually followed rules, but I really wanted to wear lipstick. When the girls put on lipstick in the restrooms, I wanted to join them. I didn't care much about clothes or hair styles, but.....
I finally gave in to temptation when a friend pulled out a "natural" lipstick. Tangee Natural. (It looked a lot like the mood lipsticks that followed.) It looked tangerine, as I remember, and didn't show when applied. I could get by with that.
I applied a coat and felt so grown, pursing my lips. Then I added a coat, disappointed that it didn't show at all. I had to return it to my friend whose mama let her wear lipstick. I had hours for it to wear off, sooooo. If you've ever worn this or mood lipstick you know where I'm headed with this.
An hour later I passed a window and saw the reflection of a girl with RED lips. Oh, my goodness. I tried all afternoon to wipe it off. It wouldn't wipe off. That was long lasting stuff.
I cheated here, because I was more like 17 and still needed lipstick!
Have you ever written a scene that you felt didn't have enough details so you had to add them? And add them? And add them?
Do you have your own Tangee Natural story?
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Excerpt: Alain tucked the in-flight magazine into the seat pocket and gazed out the scratched window of the 747. Distance vanished on clouds fleeing beneath the silver wings, carrying him from a dark-eyed beauty to a fair-haired princess locked in an island castle. From one life in the sun to a score of problems.
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I've been knee-deep in edits and have to jump back in again. Apparently my first book in my "hero series" needs more emotional conflict, and I would like to share the first chapter with you, and humbly ask for suggestions and guidance. I would be forever grateful, if anyone out there could lend some support and help me get this contract that's dangling before my eyes.
The title is A HERO LIES WITHIN.
Here is the first chapter--
I love reading romantic suspense and if you’re reading this, it’s a given you do too. Awesome! We’re kindred spirits.
Want to know why I love writing romantic suspense? Yes, because I love to read the genre, silly, but seriously, I love writing romantic suspense because of the research. When an idea comes to me, I can’t wait to start to digging into a topic and finding the most intriguing facts. Sometimes data or comments by industry professionals lead me to other fascinating subjects. At times, the story idea I started out to write about is left by the wayside because my research has uncovered a more interesting subject. (Imagine a wicked laugh and me wringing my hands together here —BAWAWA)
In my new release, HIS WITNESS TO EVIL, (available at Amazon & B&N btw) the idea came from an occurrence at my work. I worked as a corp. secretary, who wore many hats, for a mid-size trucking company. No. The company name remains undisclosed for obvious reasons. I knew tractor-trailers were heisted. I had to deal with the law enforcement officers in a few states and insurance companies. I also knew the U.S. treasury transported U.S. currency by tractor-trailers, well because… Not saying more. I started to think what if units carrying currency were targeted. Hmmm I my muse took over.
Now, since I worked within the transportation industry, the research for that facet of the book was at my fingertips. But when I thought about who would be targeting the tractor-trailers and how they would know which of the many vehicles to heist, I started researching the U.S. Treasury, organized crime and law enforcement jurisdictions. From my research came an idea, but of course I had to check the scenario out to see if it was plausible. Enter the FBI. I interviewed a director of the agency and learned not only was my idea plausible but had indeed, in part, occurred. BINGO!
You really want to know what the FBI confirmed, don’t you? Well you’ll have read His Witness To Evil. It’s available on Amazon http://amzn.to/McROob .
Mr. FBI man really was nice and was kind enough to share some of his personal and family life with me. I think talking to him, helped me develop a great heroin John Dolton. In fact, a reviewer for RT stated: John Dolton is the best character; his background and the sorrow he lives with make a good subplot. Readers will wish they were the ones offering him a shoulder to cry on.
You can see why I love research. One note before I share an excerpt of HIS WITNESS TO EVIL. The wide-world web has made it so easy to find answers to almost anything. I’ll caution you however, to double check your research findings with several different sources, because, as you know, you can’t believe everything you read on the net.
Now, HIS WITNESS TO EVIL by Autumn Jordon
Suddenly, a hand slapped across her mouth and a strong arm circled her waist, lifting her off her feet. Her nostrils flared against the ridge of skin as she fought to suck in air and the scent of the man dragging her away.
A car whizzed by but didn’t stop. The street ahead was deserted except for two elderly women waiting for a bus and a couple standing on the corner. They had their backs to her. They didn’t see her.
She searched wildly for anyone who would come to her rescue. There was no one.
The street disappeared and red brick imprisoned her and her attacker on both sides as the man carried her deeper into the deserted alley. Foul smelling dumpsters, broken crates and cardboard boxes limp from the downpour on Saturday night filled the alley.
While her toes fought to touch the ground, her fingernails dug into tan skin. She struggled helplessly to free herself.
“Owww. Will you stop clawing me?” The deep tone heated her ear.
“John,” she mumbled against his hand. She twisted and strained to look back. Relief washed through her.
“Quiet.” He deposited her into a deep doorway.
Her purse slipped from her shoulder and dropped to the ground as she spun on her heel. Without thought, she flung her arms around his neck. His hard chest crushed her breasts. “I was so scared. I didn’t want to leave you and Zohara. I’m so glad you’re alive.”
“Me too,” he whispered into her ear.
She pulled back. His smile was faint, but it was there. Her hands trailed down his arms and found the bandage. “Your arm.”
“It’s nothing. A cut.”
“I shouldn’t have left you and—”
“You did the right thing, Steph. Where are the kids?”
He looked at her warily, probably wondering where she could hide them and feel safe about doing so.
She squared her shoulders. “No one saw us. I wasn’t going to bring them until I knew it was safe. Whoever is looking for us could spot us faster if we were together, so I left them at the library with Susan. No one will look for them there. And if something happens to me…” Stephanie swallowed hard, fear rippling through her. “Well, Susan knows my mother. She’d call her.”
At the sound of a door opening, John glanced around the doorway’s edge. He pushed her into the corner, shielding her with his body.
With her nose pressed against his chest, she drew in a mixture of his musk scent and blood.
The sound of someone throwing trash into the dumpster mingled with the throb of her heart. Protected by John, she closed her eyes and waited.
“Damn,” he said.
Stephanie’s head snapped up. “What do you mean, damn?”
“Shh.” John’s hands found her hips and pulled her even closer—hip to hip. The butt of his gun poked her ribs. No protective vests shielded her from the feel of him.
His burning gaze told her of his plan only a moment before his lips, full and hot, crushed hers.
His hands trailed down her backside, lifting her against his hard body. She ran her hands up his strong arms. The world reeled away, leaving her and John alone, enjoying the warm comfort of each other as their bodies molded together.
John pulled back. Instantly the air between them cooled and Stephanie shivered, wanting more of him.
“Calm down, Mac. The lady and I are on a coffee break. Right, babe?”
Dazed, her gaze locked with his. She knew what he wanted from her.
“Miss?” The stocky man, wearing a bloody butcher’s apron, glanced at her purse before his hard glare landed on John. The man’s burly arms hosted clamped fists and his stance changed. He was ready to pounce on John at her word.
“Leave us alone. We’ve only got ten minutes.” Stephanie slowly laced her arms around John’s neck and flashed a wicked smile at the man. She went up on her toes and buried her face in John’s neck and nibbled away, enjoying the salty taste of him.
Hi Everyone, It's Monday, June 4th, and the deals keep rolling in. Visit cardstore.com for your free Father's Day card. Create your card and use coupon code LUVDAD2 at checkout for your free card, which also includes free shipping. Free kindle books for today include: The Day It Happened, by Linsey Lanier, (sorry, link doesn't appear to be working) and The Traitor, by Jo Robertson, http://www.amazon.com/Traitor-Bigler-Romantic-Thrillers-ebook/dp/B006RPAS2M/ref=pd_sim_kstore_2?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2 Enjoy! Favorite quote: "I can't afford to save any more money."
Hi Everyone, It's Sunday, June 3rd, and I have some great deals for you today. First, there are 3 free books on Amazon's Kindle by some wonderful authors: My new Inspiration publisher, Inspired Romance, is offering Sam's Treasure By Terri Crews. Healing Anna's Heart, a contemporary romance by Susan Hughes, and, The Secret Christmas Ciphers by Carolynn Carey. Sorry, for whatever reason, the links aren't showing up. But if you go to Amazon.com and type in the tile, the books will be there. Also, discountmags.com is offering many fabulous magazines for a $5.00 subscription rate. Great for summer reading! Enjoy!
Once I had worked out the bare bones of the plot, a short of road map of which way to start, I got down to the business of writing the opening chapter. So far, so good.
This is a time-travel romance, interesting concept, but requires quite a bit of world building. The heroine is from 25th century earth, while the hero is from the very early 21st century. It is fun imagining how life will have changed. I'm zipping right along, this is going to be easy! I wrote more than 2000 words the first day, almost 1400 the second day. Wow, I'm on a roll. Nothing can stop me!
Wrong. The third day I wrote 279 painful, forced grudging words and today my total was 165.
OMG! What happened? How did I lose the momentum that had carried me along for the first two days? It was sabotage, plain and simple. My characters decided to leave me in the lurch. Why?
It took me a while to figure out what was wrong. I pissed off my hero because I gave him the wrong name. He finally just stopped cooperating at all. Now, I am left to pick up the pieces and try to figure out the name that better suits him. He was upset about being kidnapped and zapped to the 25th century, but my calling him the wrong name was the last straw.
Going back and looking at my choice for the hero, I know he is right. I don't blame him. I'd be pissed too! Nope, it just doesn't fit him, not in the least. Now I'm looking for a name for a 21st century power player who knows what he wants and how to get it. A self-assured, self-made, sexy as sin Italian-American.
This isn't the first time I've made such a mistake. You'd think I'd learn. But at least I've learned to listen to the silence from my characters. If they ain't happy with their names, they ain't talking.
What about you? Do you have a process for naming your characters? Is it successful? Do you ever find yourself in a position where a character demands a name change?