Sunday, August 31, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Meet My Character Book Blog
This is quite an unexpected journey. I am very lucky to have found a great group of bloggers that really enjoys helping other authors. Carol Malone found me and I'm so glad she did .
It's always a lot of fun talking about our characters and if any of you authors that are reading this would like to join us please let me know.
Meet Carol Malone
Carol’s bio: Carol Malone has found a magical key for successfully combining her three passions – romance, sports, and writing in her highly rated book, “Fight Card Romance: Ladies Night.” http://amzn.to/1kI4dVo
With “Ladies Night,” she became the first woman to punch her way into the suspenseful, male-dominated genre of pulp boxing with a tender love story. Since then she has written numerous stories to entice readers to scramble into a front row seat for a power-packed thrill-ride of romance and sports action.
Look for her novella “Hot Corner Magic” to be published in a pulp sports anthology. If not hammering out new tales, Carol is reading, watching sports or the Food Network on TV, or hanging with her sci-fi author husband on the Coast of California. Come visit her website and chat with her about sports and amour.
Meet Virginia Templeton
What is the name of your character?
VirginiaTempleton is a fictional character but the more I write about her the more real she becomes. I introduced her in a screenplay that hasn't been produced yet but she was always one of my favorite characters.Virginia loves men, sex, power and shoes! She has a heart but rarely lets anyone see that side of her. She had to fight for everything so she rarely let her guard down until the Templeton Corporation was her responsibility.
Where is the story set?
The story is set in Chicago and later on in this series she will be in different cities and countries. Her husband Slater is a well-known Chicago born and bred successful businessman and she is very ambitious woman from a small town. Together they like to think they are a very significant part of Chicago’s social scene and when they are in the public eye people watch them. Virginia is the power behind her man but he doesn't view it that way. Their marriage has had many ups and downs and they each keep their secrets private and that's what makes them so very interesting and their stories leave their readers wanting more!
What should we know about Virginia?
Virginia is a very interesting highly intelligent woman but most see her as a glamorous sexy woman who loves shoes and a good time. Virginia does enjoy the fact that she is not known for her brains because she’s quite a bit smarter than those that do not see her as the powerhouse she is .
What is the main conflict in the story?
When Virginia realizes the Templeton Corporation is in financial trouble she uses everything including her money trying to uncover the truth as to why her husband’s company, a financially sound corporation, could be losing money so quickly. She knew there were secrets but what she didn’t know was how deeply rooted this investigation would become.
What is the personal goal for Virginia Templeton?
Virginia’s goal was to come to terms with her husband’s reasons for the problems he left his company with. She had no idea why such a smart businessman would let this happen or why. And why did he leave her with absolutely no information unless he was hoping she could do what he could not, that being bring his company back on top!
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I would like you to meet Kelly Abell.She is a wonderful author. Not only have we been sharing our characters and talking about writing and marketing but Kelly has done many of my banners and some of my book covers not to mention how helpful she has been helping me market my work. She is the owner of SELECT-O GRAFIX.
Kelly is an international bestselling author with novels with two different publishers. She writes romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal romance. Her aim is to write about gripping characters in tense situations that keep a reader turning the pages. She also spends a great deal of time helping other writers through her Writing Tips on her website and as a member of the Florida Writer's Association.
When not writing, Kelly enjoys spending time with her husband of 30 years and her two college age children, when they find the time. She lives in Florida and enjoys all that living in the sunshine state brings, boating, fishing, beaches, theme parks, and more. Her favorite pass time is reading (what a surprise!) She likes Thrillers, Romantic Suspense, and Romantic Comedy.
Stop by and visit her website for current events www.kellyabellbooks.com
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Part of the proceeds of this book will be donated to the National Ovarian Cancer Coalition. Hoping to raise awareness of this Silent Killer and how important early testing is. Visit this site for more information on Ovarian Cancer
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
New post on Rick Polson
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
MEET MY CHARACTER BLOG TOUR: Detective Marc DeLucaHenrietta, The Dragon Slayer – Book 1, Henrietta, The Dragon Stone – Book 2, Touchstone of Love, A Christmas Fling, and Parisian Amour. She has also written many books on the writing and publishing. Check those out on her author page.
Beth has been my friend and mentor for a few years now. She has coached me to complete at least five manuscripts and helped me publish one. She is my inspiration, my teacher, and my swift kick-in-the-britches when I slack off.
It has been my pleasure to be instructed of her and to have read her find books and novellas. I can’t wait to read her newest work, almost titled, “A Green Man.”
Meet Beth: Award-winning author, Beth Barany has been making up fantasy and adventure stories all her life. She writes magical tales of romance and adventure for women and girls to transport them to new worlds where anything is possible.
In her off hours, Beth enjoys capoeira, reading and watching movies, and traveling, with her husband, author and singer/song writer Ezra Barany. Beth Barany lives in Oakland, California with her husband, two cats, and over 1,000 books.
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Now I’d like introduce you to the hero of my new novel, “Sunday Punch,” and sequel to “Fight Card Romance: Ladies Night,” by Carol Malone / a.k.a. Jill Tunney:
What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or a historic person?
Detective Marc DeLuca was introduced in my first novel, “Ladies Night,” as the arresting detective of my heroine. He later proved that he was an honest cop and fair man by helping my hero find the real killers. Marc is a fictionalized character, but to me he’s as real as one of my brothers – but a lot more handsome – just don’t tell my brothers.
When and where is the story set?
Marc’s story is set in 1955 Los Angeles. It’s at the heart of the restructuring of the Los Angeles Police Department when Chief Parker was trying to clean up Law Enforcement’s tarnished reputation. At one time, it was hard to tell the cops from the bad guys.
What should we know about him/her?
Marc DeLuca is a hero. His weakness – vulnerability. He’s Personality Type 5 on the Enneagram Personality Scale – The Investigator, because he is conscientious, ethical, has a strong sense of right and wrong, is well-organized, discerning, realistic, and noble. He makes a great detective because he’s always searching, asking questions, delving into things in depth with a strong need to test the truth. His fatal flaws are being afraid of making mistakes, perfectionistic tendencies that can make him resentment and impatience. He was accused by his ex-fiancée of being detached, moody and irrational.
What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?
Someone is killing Mickey Cohen, the gangster’s warehouse guards. Marc’s finally got lucky because one of the workers in an automobile warehouse has seen the killer. Only one problem. This kid’s eighteen, has the muscles of the Incredible Hulk, and is watched over by a long-legged, dark-haired beauty Marc can’t resist. He’s got to keep the kid and his lovely sister safe all the while trying to pin the wrap on the right thugs before all three of them end up on the slab.
What is the personal goal of the character?
Marc believes he must be strict with himself or he won’t be perfect. He wasn’t perfect enough for his first fiancée and she left him. By attempting to create his own brand of perfection, he often creates a personal hell and pushes all other women away. He has been listening too closely to his inner learned voice from a horrific childhood experience when he was seven years old. He killed a home intruder who was trying to murder his parents. He is now led to perform for the “greater good,” all the time because of his passionate search for perfection in the human race. His main goal is to fight down the need for perfection and allow someone else in – someone like the heroine and her beautiful dark eyes soothe his flawed soul.
Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?
It’s going to be the second in the Fight Card series after Ladies Night. It’s called: Fight Card Romance: Sunday Punch. A Sunday Punch is the type of boxing hit that won’t will put your lights out until next Sunday.
When can we expect the book to be published?
Sunday Punch should be hitting the e-Shelves by Christmas time 2014.
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Friday, August 8, 2014
I’ll be reading from “Satori, poems” at the University Bookstore on August 15th at 7:00 PM
here’s the link:
A coming-of-age journey, the collection of poems in Jack Remick’s Satori observe life as days on an Oklahoma peach orchard turn to life in bohemian San Francisco, as elegy and eros intertwine in a search for enlightenment, as boy becomes man becomes poet and the quest for understanding opens up into spiritual awakening. And since the collection is also the story of Remick’s life, what better way is there to release yourself into its relentless energy and breathless rhythms than at a reading and signing with Remick himself?
Jack Remick is a poet, short story writer, and the author of eight novels: Blood, The Deification, Valley Boy, Book of Changes, Trio of Lost Souls, Lemon Custard, Pacific Coast Highway, and Gabriela and The Widow. On June 1, 2013, he was the Featured Poet in the 12th Annual Ginsberg Marathon. He was a Featured Poet in Northwind magazine in 2005 and was voted Poet of the Month in the November, 2003, issue of the Black Bear Review. His poems have appeared in the Big Hammer magazine, Black Bear Review, California Crossroads, Heaven Bone Literary Magazine, Lucidity Poetry Journal, Northwind magazine, and the Portland Review. You can find Jack online at Find out more about Jack Remick
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Title: Love Edy
Author: Shewanda Pugh
Genre: YA RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Two hearts. Two families devoted through generations of friendship. Could Edy and Hassan really risk all that? And yet ... how could they not?
Shewanda Pugh is a tomboy who credits Stephen King with being the reason she writes romance. In 2012 she debuted with the first novel in a three part contemporary adult romance series, Crimson Footprints. Since then, she's been shortlisted for the AAMBC Reader's Choice Award, the National Black Book Festival's Best New Author Award, and the Rone Award for Contemporary Fiction in 2012 and 2013. She has an MA in Writing from Nova Southeastern University and a BA in Political Science from Alabama A&M University. Though a native of Boston, MA, she now lives in Miami, FL, where she can soak up sun rays without fear of shivering.
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Friday night. The sky hung heavy, seamless, with heaven’s stars blotted out by overbearing skyscrapers. Shrieks and a cacophony of cheers rang out, hysteria supreme in a microscopic stadium rocking on the edge of Boston’s South End. Thin and buckling bleachers rattled with the stomps of impending mania, shrill whistles and hefty shouts: those were the true sounds of redemption. Fourteen years and not a single touchdown against Madison High; fourteen years, but no more.
It had come at the hands of a freshman running back who couldn’t stop moving, a last-minute, fidgeting substitution. To others, his appearance must have seemed a concession, but Edy Phelps knew better. Edy Phelps knew him better.
He was hunger and discipline, jittery and ravenous, so rattled that nerves kept him shifting and stretching and pacing along the sidelines. Obsession fueled him, and kept him keen on an opportunity unwilling to come. Except that night, chance came to Hassan Pradhan. His chance. Finally.
It happened in a breath. A snap of the ball. A fake pass and Hassan thundered downfield at a speed only fear could sustain. His moment. His only moment. Take it. Take it. Run. Fly.
He could hear her thoughts—no, feel her thoughts. Edy was sure of it. They’d always had a connection. And it was in that way she aided him.
Fists pressed to her lips, teeth slammed together, screaming with her soul. Soar. I know you can do it.Just as the clock whittled to nothing, Hassan vaulted into the end zone.
Fists pressed to her lips, teeth slammed together, screaming with her soul. Soar. I know you can do it.Just as the clock whittled to nothing, Hassan vaulted into the end zone.
A collective roar swallowed Edy and the crowd leapt as one. A win. Few would recall the last.
On her left, Hassan’s parents cheered: mother in a starched linen suit and pumps too prim for a game, father in a white button-up, belly pressing the fabric, sleeves rolled to the elbow. His mother, Rani, was without the brilliant red bindi she couldn’t do without, giving her forehead that naked look. On Edy’s opposite end were her parents, their absolute best friends, in the long-sleeved alumni tees reserved for football season, mother free of the skirt suits that dictated her days. Edy abandoned them all for the sidelines, for Hassan. She weaved round patches of shrieking upperclassmen, hopped over rows of empty benches, apologized to the fat man whose cocoa she sloshed, and ignored the slice of a sudden, early winter wind.
He’d done it.All those nights, all those talks, round and round about the possibility of getting in a game, the two of them in bedroom shadows, careful to keep their voices low. Some nights he thought a chance would never come; others, he insisted it had to. Either way, he always said that if it did, when it did, he would do something worth remembering. And he had.
At the sidelines, Edy’s gaze swept a team clustered so thick, so honeyed together with the sweetness of victory, that she worried she might never find her neighbor, her best friend.
Ice cut the air, and the glare of stadium lights had her like an ant under a magnifying glass in the noonday sun. She remembered the way the Dyson twins would burn insects and snicker, and she thought no, she’d be hot if she were a tortured ant, not cold. The fog of her breath seconded her motion.
She spotted him.Edy had come to hug someone already occupied, someone surrounded by sweeping blonde curls, dark curtains of perfect hair, nestled by an endless supply of short skirts. Hassan draped an easy arm around a cheerleader with shimmering flaxen locks, mouth curling into a grin when a brunette of with pouty lips cried foul and claimed him as her own. Soft tans and the curves of certain womanhood donned them both. Edy looked from them to her own angular body and knew what she would find: all edges and sharpness, slender, muscles sculpted from a life of dance. The baggy jeans, football jersey, and sloppy poof of a ponytail she wore didn’t give her much to run with either. That hair used to be the brunt of Hassan’s endless jokes. Big enough to tip you back,” he’d say, before tugging it in absentminded affection. She fingered that hair with the same sort of absent- -mindedness, before looking up to see a blonde plant rosy lips on Hassan’s cheek.
Edy didn’t care about the movies, the books, the popular culture that insisted football player and cheerleader, jock and pretty girl, were a natural sort of fit. It wasn’t. They weren’t. It absolutely couldn’t be.
A girl like that couldn’t understand what made him him. So what if he was . . . obscenely gorgeous, with sun-licked bronze skin, silken black locks, and eyes an ever-glimmering, gold-flecked green. He had a quiet sort of beauty, made for old Greek sculptures and timeless works of art. Not that he was quiet. He was explosive, with good looks and athleticism. But beyond that were pleasures and disappointments, what he loved and could not bear. Imprinted on Edy’s mind were the crinkles at the corner of Hassan’s eyes when he smiled, the clench of his jaw when irritation set in, the rich and sonorous laugh that had slipped octaves lower in recent years. A girl like that blonde could be nothing to him—could know nothing of him. She knew a moment and a touchdown. That was it.
Edy’s hands made fists.The blonde moved in to kiss his cheek again, just as a teammate shouted his name. Hassan jerked back, only to be caught at the corner of his mouth by her lips.A whoop rang out from the guys.Heat flushed Edy’s veins and her fingernails dug, digging, digging, until tears blurred her vision.
Wait.He was her best friend, family really, if you considered the way they were brought up. So, she really had no reason to—The blonde threw her arms around Hassan. The team swarmed and the two disappeared from sight.
They were kissing, weren’t they?Edy closed her eyes, forcing back the hottest tears and the bitterest taste of sudden envy.She loved him. Dear God, she loved her best friend.
It fell down on her at once, uncompromising truth and the weight of reality like a cloak too heavy to bear.
The boy that had grown by her side, promised to another in a tradition as old as marriage itself, another girl of his ethnicity, religion, beliefs: that’s the boy she loved. A single line existed between Edy’s family and his, between the Pradhans and Phelps, who otherwise acted as one.But Edy loved him.And, of course, there was no recourse for that.