Please welcome Ashley York back with us again! She has a brand new book to tell us about! But first… A few things Ashley wishes she could do!
#FiveOnFriday If Only I Could…
1 – If only I could live anywhere, I would split my time between Ireland and Scotland except for family events, then I would want to be wherever they were.
2 – If only I could have anyone I wanted to read my books for audio, I would have Liam Neeson read them.
3 – If only I could change any one past event it would be a toss-up. Either I would have Natasha Richardson not go skiing that day that she hit her head and died, leaving her loving husband and family, or I would have Teddy Ebersol and his dad miss the plane back from the Red Sox game and Susan St. James’ little boy would have lived to grow into an amazing man and she would never have known such a heart wrenching loss.
4 – If only I could spend time talking with anyone who was alive the same time as me, I would spend it with Stephen King, probably because I’m reading his book On Writing and he seems like a regular person.
5 – If only I could turn back time, I’d relive my wedding day and not been so nervous so I could relax and enjoy it! I was so young and shy and standing in front of all those people, I was a wreck!
Eyes of the Seer
In ancient Éire, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.
He wishes to prove himself…
Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her.
She is desperate to escape…
Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.
Aside from two years spent in the wilds of the Colorado mountains, Ashley York is a proud life-long New Englander and a hardcore romantic. She has an MA in History which brings with it, through many years of research, a love for primary documents and the smell of musty old libraries. With her author’s imagination, she likes to write about people who could have lived alongside those well-known giants from the past.
Wow! We have six authors visiting us today! You will be kicking yourself if you don’t check this out!
When did you first think about writing a book? Did you write it then, or put it off for years?
For Love or Money–Margo Hoornstra
Like many who create stories, from grade school on, I figured someday to write a book, but when the time was right. After I earned a formal education, launched and sustained a successful and rewarding career, married, then raised a family and became financially independent. In other words, I did put it off for years.
To paraphrase the song lyric, life happened while I was making plans. Proof of the education is in a frame on the wall, the career came and went, the husband is still with me, but the children are grown, and our vast accumulation of wealth never materialized.
After reading so many authors who inspired me, Phyllis Whitney and Kathleen Woodiwiss among them, I wrote a novel of my own. Then five others in quick succession. It was book number six I finally got published. For Money Or Love, the book I wrote for the All In For Love anthology, is my thirteenth. A number which, as it turns out, is very lucky for me.
How do you construct your characters? Do you have a process or do they develop as you write?
An Inn Decent Proposal—Sharon Buchbinder
I guess you could say there are certain professions that I love for characters, since I keep writing stories about chefs and hoteliers! My husband and I dine out about three times a week (which explains our inability to shed those last ten pounds!) and travel a good deal for business and pleasure. After sharing numerous dining and travel stories with a friend, she laughed and said, “You should write a book about this!” Genie, a Culinary Institute of America trained chef, and Jim, a Cornell Hotel School graduate, were the first characters born from these stories.
I’ve always been intrigued by spirits or ghosts. In fact, a Ghost To Die For is not the first ghost story I’ve written. I have several novellas that feature a ghost or a person who has died and for some reason cannot cross over. In my latest western romance novella, Comes An Outlaw, the dead spirit of the widow’s husband can’t find peace while his wife and son are in grave danger. Luckily, the ghost’s brother shows up to help the beautiful widow and her 12 year old son.
In A Ghost To Die For, the ghost was murdered and knows his brother will meet the same fate if he doesn’t find a way to warn him. Drum roll….in walks Rooney, a woman who holds seances to commune with the dead. Rooney has never really believed in ghosts until one shows up in her hotel room begging for help. Did I mention Rooney has a heart as big as Texas and can’t ignore the ghost’s heartfelt pleas for help? Once she meets the devastatingly handsome brother, sparks fly! Somehow, while running from assassins and dodging bullets, love blossoms.
How about you? Do you believe in ghosts or spirits?
The idea for Raising Kane came to me during a meeting of my local RWA chapter. In the spirit of offering members options for creating interesting, three-dimensional characters, the program planners regularly invited local professionals to talk about their careers, how they came to them, the joys and the pitfalls.
I was in a particular funk in those days, not exactly a writer’s block but struggling to create a character whose career goals and motivation would automatically put them in conflict, internal and external, with another community professional while the romantic side of things progresses. I always like the reader to think, ‘these two characters will never, ever have a HEA because of their jobs, goals and motivations.
Enter our guest speaker: an investigative reporter for one of the local TV affiliates. In her late twenties, I guessed, intelligent and well spoken. this young woman did not once use ‘ya know’ when she spoke. She was fluent in local and state politics and could walk and chew gum at the same time. My kind of heroine. As she spoke, the wheels inside my head began turning and I knew I had a heroine. Then she made the mistake of opening up the floor for questions and discussion. I am, now, ashamed to say I took over the Q and A, bombarding her with questions about a reporter’s constitutional right to protect a source, being threatened with arrest, what to do when a source drops a bombshell with political repercussions in your lap. She was at all times gracious and enthusiastic.
Do you suffer from writer’s block? How do you get unstuck, or how do you keep from getting stuck?
Perfect Odds – LaShanta Charles
I tend to have writer’s block on a pretty regular basis. It’s not that my mind isn’t swirling with ideas, voices, plots, and all around awesomeness (LOL), it’s that I’m a procrastinator at heart and my attention jumps from subject to subject before I can sit down and actually make myself write. When I get stuck, I tend to read paranormal or sci-fi romance. That’s my favorite genre and when I read it, I tend to want to write a good scene.
What is it about this book that you think readers will love?
Take a Chance on Me—M.J. Schiller
I had so much fun with this book! The story flowed out of me unlike any other story I’ve written thus far. Romantic suspense has both the hot chemistry between hero and heroine, plus the thrill of danger. You’ll find both in TAKE A CHANCE ON ME, and you’ll also find humor. I like to inject humor into almost everything. It colors the characters and makes them seem more alive. I hope the reader will connect with the relationships between the characters and recognize a bit of themselves, or someone they know, in them.
Six award-winning authors bring you seven *sweet to sensual* romances filled with suspense, thrills and maybe even a ghost or two—for less than the price of a cup of coffee—99 cents!
Welcome to La Bonne Chance Resort & Casino!
With thousands of people passing through the casino’s doors on a daily basis, it’s no surprise that a variety of lives and loves are on the line there. It’s said that you’re more likely to lose your heart at La Bonne Chance than a hand of poker. Whether you are the Director of Casino Operations or the guy who created its software, a jilted bride or a black jack dealer, a past guest’s ghost or a sous chef–when it comes to love, the stakes are high.
Thank goodness what happens at La Bonne Chance, doesn’t always stay at La Bonne Chance….
Ready to roll the dice?
An Inn Decent Proposal, Sharon Buchbinder Can an hotelier with a past and a chef with a future revive the grand dame in a neglected old inn?
Perfect Odds, Lashanta Charles When a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the new plan, or cling stubbornly to the old one?
A Ghost To Die For, Keta Diablo She didn’t believe in ghosts…until one showed up in her room.
Raising Kane, Kat Henry Doran Funny how a night in jail will change a woman’s outlook on life.
For Money Or Love, Margo Hoornstra She’s the one woman he can’t afford to lose.
Take A Chance On Me, M.J. Schiller Who do you count on when the chips are down?
Please welcome Adriana Kraft! I’m so excited about having this duo with us today. How fun to work with your spouse!
Five things about A Woman for Zachary #MFRWAuthor #Polyamory
A Woman for Zachary: What’s important? My husband and I write erotic romance together under our pen name, Adriana Kraft. Here’s a peek at what drives our stories:
Thing 1: PLEASURE.
Fiction writers fall under the occupational category of “Arts and Entertainment.” Naturally, we write to entertain – to deliver pleasure to our readers. This means whatever challenges we throw at our characters, we also want them to have fun. We write erotic romance to deliver a special category of fun – we hope our characters (and our readers) enjoy a range of sexual romps on the page that feed their fantasies.
Thing 2: AGE
We don’t think “fun” (sexual or otherwise) has any built-in age limit, so we often write characters well past their sleek and sassy twenties. Yes, the star of our Meghan’s Playhouse series has just turned twenty-one, but Josie is in her early forties, and Zach, with his distinguished balding head, is a handsome virile fifty-two. More power to them! We think they won’t disappoint.
Thing 3: AUTHENTICITY
We’ll let Josie answer this one. In a recent interview, she was asked what she would change about herself. Here’s her answer: “That question is more philosophical than you might intend. I like who I am, what I value, and how I live. I’m always striving to improve—to be more aware, more compassionate, more balanced. I hope that never changes.”
Thing 4: POLYAMORY
Polyamory means “many loves.” In A Woman for Zachary, it’s the experience of loving more than one person at the same time. Though the threesome in this story isn’t a “forever” combination, the love they share is real and palpable. It is because Meg stays open to loving both Josie and Zach that she’s able to see into them deeply and empowered to help them find each other.
Thing 5: COMMITMENT
All three of these characters are profoundly committed to what they care about. Meg, with a lifetime ahead of her, is committed to her career and knows she will move on. At mid-life, Josie and Zach have already lost precious time by not claiming their desires sooner. Can they commit when Meg is no longer present as their catalyst?
It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.
Zachary Cullen has ignored Josette Patrice’s overtures for years, but she agrees to take on his latest protégé-slash-arm-candy Meghan Keenan in her off-Broadway workshop theater. Though the girl has incredible talent, Josie would stake her reputation on that little thing being a switch-hitter, like herself, and she doesn’t want Zach to be duped. Josie sets out to seduce Meg and expose her for what she is, but all bets are off when Meg turns the tables on Josie to hook her up with Zach.
“Your latest protégé does show promise, Zach.” Josette Patrice focused on the group of actors rehearsing onstage and avoided looking at Zachary Cullen as they stood shoulder to shoulder in the back of the small, semi-darkened playhouse.
Josie smiled. Was he pondering Meghan Keenan’s thespian talents, or her bedroom talents? Josie was certain the petite twenty-one-year-old would excel in both venues.
Not for the first time, Josie wondered why the highly successful fifty-something entrepreneur invested so much time and money trying to find the next Broadway star. Was it his ego, his desire to take young struggling actresses and help them make their way to New York City—specifically, to her? Or was it the side benefit of sex with gorgeous young women that kept Zach on the lookout for talent as he traveled from one business interest to the next? Meghan was the third young woman he’d brought her over the past ten years.
“She seems more wooden, less natural than when I first saw her in that little community playhouse back in Wisconsin,” Zach said, breaking the silence.
Lost in her own thoughts, Josie startled at the gravelly sound of Zach’s deep voice. It was that slow, strong drawl that had appealed to her since the first time they’d met. That, and his burning eyes that seemed capable of peering into her soul.
Josie wet her lips watching the stage lights bounce off the girl’s auburn hair, as if setting her afire. Had Meg been caught up in Zach’s vision for her, or in his nearly overwhelming air of masculinity? She had to admit his broad shoulders and tapered hips triggered her own lusty imagination. Damn. She hated the fact that she had difficulty ignoring his manliness, and he never even looked at her as a woman. Apparently, he only saw her as a conduit for helping his protégés advance their careers.
Josie squared her shoulders. At forty-three, she was hardly over the hill. She’d had her share of lovers. Given Zach’s lack of interest, she’d flaunted her female lovers before him. She felt her nipples pebble—maybe that had been a mistake. Zachary Cullen was not a man to be toyed with.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
We are a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More. With backgrounds in criminology and counseling, we combine our expertise in the criminal mind, trauma, healing, and human nature with a passion for robust sexuality and life-long vitality.
One man, one woman, danger and intrigue – always a happy ending, but oh, what a ride! Our Romantic Suspense line delivers “warmth, blazing hot sex, and well-developed characters” (Romance Junkies Reviews) as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.
A man, a woman (or two), or another man, threesomes, foursomes, what’s your fantasy? We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination.
Please say hi to Linda O’Connor! She’s back to visit us and share some inspiration!
I’m often asked about what inspires me to write. I thought I’d share 5 sources of inspiration for my stories:
1. The reaction from people when they find out I’m a doctor – It makes me chuckle when people are surprised that I’m a family doctor, and it’s very interesting to see how their attitude changes. Flattering, but honestly, I think there’s more heart and soul (and worry) that goes into being a stay-at-home mom. The fact that my character is “secretly” a doctor has shown up in a couple of the Perfectly stories.
2. Helping out in an emergency – I’ve attended the delivery a baby, washed sand out of a child’s eyes at the beach, and provided care on an airplane. Medicine is rarely nine to five, and my characters are jumping in to help out whenever they’re needed.
3. How I want to weave medicine into my stories – There’s something medical thrown into every story. It may be subtle information like the fact that an eye infection, conjunctivitis, and pink eye are all the same thing or acknowledging how difficult a pregnancy can be, but one of my goals is to empower readers to learn something – and laugh along the way!
4. Snippets of conversation I hear – In the grocery store one day, two teenagers were stocking the shelves and talking about the differences in their friends. I overheard one say, “We’re all different . . . not by much, just enough.” I’ve used that philosophy, if not that line, in my stories. 😀
5. Articles I read in the newspaper or something I hear on the radio – A feature about a pilot, who had a plane adapted so he could continue to fly after becoming paraplegic in a motor vehicle accident, became the inspiration for a short story. I also get ideas for names and quirky hobbies from the news.
Inspiration is all around – in things I hear, see, and do, and my imagination does the rest!
About Perfectly Honest (Perfectly Series Book 1)
You never know where your words will take you . . .
When Mikaela Finn agreed to be Sam’s ‘fiancée’ for a weekend, she probably should have told him that she’s a doctor. Sam O’Brien, aka ‘Dr. Eye Candy’, is trying to shed his playboy reputation and convince a small town hospital that he’s ready to settle down. But when his ‘fiancée’ helps deliver a baby in the middle of the meet and greet, it’s a bit of a shock. If he’d known the whole truth, he might have done things a little differently because somehow his ‘fiancée’ ends up stealing his job and his heart. Not exactly the change he wanted. Lies and deceit – it’s a match made in heaven!
Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home décor store. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories 😀 ). She hangs out at http://www.lindaoconnor.net.
Please welcome Kryssie Fortune here today! Not only is she bringing us a paranormal story sure to knock your socks off, but she’s got a story that will definitely inspire you to do whatever it is you’ve always wanted to do!
But first… a few questions!
When did you first think about writing a book? Did you write it then, or put it off for a few years?
Apparently, I told a friend I’d write a romance book while in my teens. It didn’t happen. Two kids later and disaster struck. My heart valve collapsed. I spent six weeks in hospital getting fit enough to survive the operation to replace it.
Ever since, I’ve been chasing my dreams. Each time a publisher accepts one of my books, I’m over the moon.
What inspired you to write this book?
One of my heroes was a Spartan Warrior before he became a vampire. A few years back, I visited Greece a few years ago. The legend of Sparta fascinated me, but not as much as the Philip of Macedon – the father of Alexander the great.
Since one of my heroes was Spartan, I decided to make the other one of Philip’s ancestors – although it’s never mentioned in the book.
Obviously, that made the story a ménage, but I didn’t want my heroes to get along. Making them brothers bound in up a family feud seemed like the next step.
Which of your characters is the most like you and how? Who’s most unlike you?
Viola, in To Seduce an Omega. She’s studied herb law, and I’m fascinated by the things plants can do for us. Also, she has a badly injured knee. I have little or no cartilage left in my knee, so I feel her pain.
The most unlike me is harder. Maybe Meena in Curse of the Fae King. She’s tough and resilient, willing to fight for what she believes in. Me? I’m a wimp. Although Meena does have her very own dragon. I just had an imaginary one when I was a kid.
Why is it set where it is? What’s special about this place?
Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf takes place in and around York, England. It’s one of my favorite cities, and my first ever published article told its history from Celts, through Romans, Vikings and Tudor times.
I love to visit and always discover something new. One of my fellow authors and regular lunch partners, Jen Davies, lives there.
What aspect of writing gives you the most trouble?
Sex Scenes. The anatomy’s pretty basic even though the position varies. Although my books are explicit I try to engage the readers emotions. Sometimes I get it right. One of my reviewers called my writing downright sensual.
After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride. Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.
Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.
A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the ecstasy of multiple orgasms.
A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?
Note: While loosely linked to the Scattered Siblings series, this book may be read as a standalone story.
In the deserted street outside Tempest’s workplace, a golden werewolf threw back his head and howled. The faint scent of his mate tickled his nostrils, sweet and floral with a hint of spice. Seth breathed deeply, drawing it into his lungs. He couldn’t stay here, since a mythological creature walking York’s streets would cause a panic. People would run from his eight-foot werewolf form. Some might have an adrenaline rush and attack him. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass Hades by injuring humans or ending up in the newspapers.
Seth shifted to human and pulled on the black jeans and leather jacket Hades had left him. As Hades had promised, he found the key to his hotel suite in his pocket. A little luxury wouldn’t go amiss after the endless bland days in the Elysian Fields. Being dead wasn’t all Seth expected it to be. He’d lacked purpose or goals. Having a mission made him feel truly alive, even if it had meant turning werewolf to accept it.
Back in the underworld, his cheeks had ached from the constant smiling, and he’d found the endless joy galling. His riding skills had been the pride of his human existence, but the horses in the Elysian Fields behaved more like oversized puppies than wild stallions. Bored, he’d meandered through the afterlife, grinning like a loon and hating every moment.
Finally, Hades had taken pity on him. Now Seth had a task to fulfill and a mate to claim. It wouldn’t take long to drag the traitor Elias back to his cell in Tartarus. The selfish bastard deserved every torment he suffered after almost plunging the ancient Macedonian kingdom into civil war.
Afterward, Seth would enjoy some serious loving with the woman who smelled of wildflowers and freedom. Before he set out, Hades had given him her name—Tempest—and sworn she wouldn’t be able to resist Seth’s charms. Their connection would seethe with intensity and need. Thinking about it left him aching inside. Once he found her, he’d woo her with expensive gifts and pretty words. Afterward, he’d strip her and screw her while he sank his fangs into her neck and claimed her as his. Although, maybe he’d spank her pretty ass first.
* * * *
Elias battled the dark hunger inside him. Tempest’s well-being mattered more than his unnatural thirst. While he wanted to claim her, he’d treat her with the respect she deserved.
Boom. An explosion echoed through his skull, so loud it almost deafened him. Boom. It sounded again. Boom. His muscles tensed, and he scanned the room for danger. Boom. Realization dawned. Tempest made him whole and set his heart beating for the first time in centuries. Bride. She’s my bride. The Tuchulcha demons will hurt her to hurt me.
Werewolves had fated mates, but vampires had brides—the one woman who made their heart beat. Tempest was his, and he’d never willingly leave her side. The depth of his emotions scared him more than the Persian hordes, but humans married, not mated. What if she didn’t feel the same?
His heart pounded in a series of explosions. Heat flowed through him, warming his blood and delighting his soul. His pulse beat like a war drum in his wrist. The longer he stayed with her, the steadier his heart’s rhythm became. Each rise and fall of his chest, each bomb blast of his pulse rocked his world.
Warmth suffused his body. His thoughts seemed sharper, and his pain faded into insignificance beside his need to love and protect his bride. He’d heard legends of how vampires’ brides brought new life to their soul mates, but he’d never expected to find a bride of his own. The idea both terrified and delighted him.
After so many centuries of suffering, he barely remembered how it felt to be human, but his timing sucked. He’d never wanted a woman the way he did Tempest, but figuring out how to claim her… Well, he’d climb that mountain once he’d dealt with the demons he knew would come after him.
Her wildflower essence mingled with the soft swish of her blood, tempting him like nothing ever had before. The sweet sound of it pulsing through her veins had him running his tongue over his dry lips. The need to taste her hardened into an obsession. His mouth watered, and his retractable fangs dropped.
Unaware of her danger, she stormed out the room. “You don’t want a doctor? It’s your funeral, but I’m still going to wash all the blood and grime off your body.”
A funeral? Something else he’d never had. In Sparta, unless you died in battle or childbirth, nobody gave a damn. No funeral. No headstone. Just a lifeless body festering in a dank pit.
His Spartan wife—the woman who’d murdered him while he slept—would have slit his throat for the “or else” he’d thrown at his angel earlier. Then again, Cynisca had done that anyway. Elias hadn’t loved her, but he hadn’t expected her to condemn him for being born Macedonian. Besides, after living in Sparta for twenty-five years, he remembered little about his birth land. Staying behind while his fellow warriors fought at Thermopylae had been humiliating.
“Guarding our homes and watching our backs,” King Leonidas had called it.
Elias had known better. Considering the things he’d endured in the afterlife, it seemed unimportant now. He hadn’t expected to survive, let alone thrive under the Spartan regime. He’d been too damn angry to die for his family’s satisfaction. As the eldest son of the Macedonian king, he should have enjoyed a pampered upbringing. Instead, he’d endured the worst things Spartan culture could throw at him. No way would he stand aside and let one of his half-brothers take the Macedonian throne.
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.
Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.