Showing posts with label historical romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historical romance. Show all posts

Monday, May 25, 2015


Kathy Otten

Kathy is the mother of three grown children and lives in the open farm country of western NY with her husband of thirty-two years. She enjoys taking long walks with her German Shepherd, Max, through the fields and woods near her home. In the winter she likes to curl up with a good book and one or two of her five cats, while the snow blows outside. In between family, work and animals she can be found at her computer weaving stories of laughter, heartache, and love for the crazy cast of characters swirling around in her head.


The Interview

I believe color says something about a person’s personality.  What’s your favorite color? Blue
What is your writing process from conception to finished MS? 
Usually I see the characters first. I see them in period dress sometimes moving around in their environment, sometimes talking with another character. I write it down. The questions come next. I ask the character about their goals and fears. If I see another scene in my head I write it down.
Are you a planner, panster or both?
I tend to believe I’m a panster because I write whatever comes into my head first then rearrange and put the bits and pieces into some kind of order. On the other hand I think I’ve read so many thousands of books that I have an unconscious awareness of the three act structure so that as I put the scenes in order I may actually be outlining. Who knows?
How did you research for your book? I had seen something on the history channel about the Molasses Flood. Then I bought a book, and looked up old newspaper articles that told what happened. I also researched the Boston Police to find out about call boxes and uniforms. Old maps of Boston with street names added more detail. I watched YouTube videos of WWI fighter planes so I could get the sound correct for a single line in the story. I even brought a jar of molasses to my critique group so they could help me describe the smell.
What is your all-time favorite movie? 
To Kill a Mockingbird TV show? M*A*S*H and Justified, though both are finished now.
How important do feel writing workshops are to any writer? 
Craft is everything in writing. It strengthens you prose, creates characters that resonate with your reader long after they close the book, and it enhances your voice as a writer. I just came back from the Pennwriters, Inc., annual conference. Over fifty workshops on writing over three days and a one day intensive workshop. Aside from having my creative batteries charged, I always learn new things. Publishing is constantly changing as well and it’s important to keep up with writing trends. I don’t mean vampires, I mean the way story openings have changed, the way pacing has changed, and the minimal use of the word said and speech tags altogether.
What advice would you like to give to an aspiring writer? 
Someone at the conference attributed this to Stephen King, and said, “Writing in 5 percent talent, 90 percent perseverance, and 5 percent luck. You have to persevere. Put down the TV remote. Study craft and write.
Did anyone mentor you or help you along the way?  
No one specifically mentored me, but I’m a member of Pennwriters and Pennwriters believe in paying it forward. I’ve been helped and encouraged by everyone in the organization. My local group especially so.  Each member has unique strengths and life experiences, I don’t think I could write without them.
What is the best advice anyone ever gave you? Chuck Sambucino said the secret to getting published is to put down the remote.
If you could live anywhere in the world you wanted to, where would it be? 
Vermont
Where do you write? 
Generally on my desk top on my back porch.
How much time do you devote to writing each week?  Do you have a day every week that you take off? 
I work 40hrs a week. This week I’m working 50, so a specific writing time varies. Aside from that time, are family obligations, appointments, housework, meals, etc. Then with the remaining time there is social media, blogging, email, research, editing, workshops I teach, reading critique copies for others, meetings, my weekly critique group and if there is anything left, I write. I took a workshop at the conference on sprint writing, so my plan is to incorporate work on dedicating time for that and creating maximum word counts.
What is a genre that you have not attempted that you would like to try? 
Some day I’d like to try a M/M historical mystery. But unless the characters speak to me I won’t do it.
Is there anything you would like readers to know about you?
I have a pretty ordinary life. Boring, by most standards. My husband and I did dairy farm together years ago. That was a bit different. And my first grandchild, Leo Michael, was born on Easter.

Give away alert!! Kathy will be giving away a digital copy of her new new release to someone who comments so be sure to include your email address or means to contact you in your comment for a chance to win.




After the Dark

Blurb: 
Months in the trenches of France have left Liam Gallagher wondering why he has survived when better men did not. His guilt intensifies when he returns home only to come down with the deadly Spanish Influenza sweeping the country. Once again Liam lives when thousands do not.

Now the only bright spot in his monotonous life is the time he spends each day walking with Rosalie Moretti. Their talks give him hope for the future, a future possibly to include this vibrant, loving woman. Until one dark, catastrophic afternoon, when Liam realizes the reason his life was spared has come down to minutes and his ability to perform one selfless act.




Monday, January 5, 2015

Write About What You Know



Bio:
Paula Martin lives near Manchester in North West England and has two daughters and two grandsons. She had some early publishing success with four romance novels and several short stories, but then had a break from writing while she brought up a young family and also pursued her career as a history teacher for twenty-five years. She has recently returned to writing fiction, after retiring from teaching, and is thrilled to have found publishing success again with her contemporary romances. Apart from writing, she enjoys visiting new places. She has travelled extensively in Britain and Ireland, mainland Europe, the Middle East, America and Canada. Her other interests include musical theatre and tracing her family history.

Where to find Paula:

Group blog (where I blog each week): http://heroineswithhearts.blogspot.com
 
 

Her contemporary romance, His Leading Lady, was first published in 2011, and has just been re-released by Publishing by Rebecca J. Vickery, with a beautiful new cover.

CONTEST ALERT!!! Paula will be giving an e-copy of His Leading Lady to someone who comments. Be sure to leave your email address in your comment for a chance to win.

Write about what you know

His Leading Lady is set mainly in London’s theatre world, when small town girl Jess Harper is given the opportunity of a lifetime – to star in a new musical in the West End (the equivalent of New York’s Broadway).

We’re often advised to write about what we know – but my only experience of the West End is as a member of the audience in the theatres there.

However, I have been stage-struck for most of my life. When I was a child, my parents were Gilbert and Sullivan fans so my very first ‘theatre’ experience was The Yeomen of the Guard when I was about eight. I loved it (and still love the G and S shows). Repertory theatre was also still alive then, so my mother used to take me the weekly plays if she thought they were ‘suitable’ for me. Then, in my teens, I discovered Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals through the amateur operatic society in my home town, and I was hooked!

Although I had a few minor parts in school plays, I couldn’t really act to save my life (can’t sing or dance either!). However, in the 80s and 90s, I worked backstage with two local amateur musical theatre societies, doing either costumes or props. Also, for about ten years I produced two shows each year with the junior section of one society and I was privileged to work with a lot of very talented youngsters.

I’ve never worked in the professional theatre but I reasoned that rehearsals are pretty much the same as in the amateur world, as well as the glitches which happen with scenery and props, even when the show goes ‘live’ in front of audiences. I have a lot of memories of good (and not so good rehearsals), and of the excitement, adrenalin surges, and camaraderie of ‘show week’.

In that sense, therefore, I could write about what I knew, and the main thing I had to research was how professional shows are financed.

Of course, the background and setting of romance novels only form part of the story. Even more important are the emotions of the main character and we, as writers, can write what we know about those, since we may have experienced them ourselves – the thrill of falling in love, the uncertainty, the fear, sometimes the disappointment, even resentment and anger. Then, since romance novels should always have a happy ending, there’s also relief, joy, and happiness.



Blurb:

Jess Harper's life is turned upside down when her twin sister disappears a week before rehearsals are due to start for a new West End musical in which Lora has the lead role. Jess decides to impersonate her in order to save her career, despite her initial dislike of Kyle Drummond, the determined and arrogant director. The last thing she expects is the irresistible magnetism that draws them together, but there's also evidence Kyle dated Lora.

Is Jess simply a substitute, in real life as well as in the show? And what will happen when Lora eventually returns?

Excerpt:

(Jess is posing as her sister, and she and Kyle have returned to Lora’s apartment after having dinner, the night before they are due to do a TV interview together)

Kyle followed her across the landing and panic fluttered in her stomach, like a bird caught in a net. Her fingers shook as she started to put the key in the lock, but his hand on her arm stopped her. “I’ll pick you up at nine thirty tomorrow.”

She looked round at him, genuinely taken aback. “But—but aren’t you coming in?”
The instant she said it, she could have kicked herself. Amusement flashed across Kyle’s face. “What man could turn down such an invitation? But no, tonight I must resist. You need a good night’s sleep and I—” He stopped and gave a half-laugh. “Let’s just say I have several things to sort out before tomorrow.”

Jess knew the feeling sweeping through her should be one of relief, knew she should say a casual goodnight to him and open the apartment door, but she couldn’t move. His steady gaze sent waves of heat flooding along her veins, and she tensed. When he put his hands on both her arms and started to lower his head, a warning bell shrilled in her mind but it was too late.

His mouth was against hers, soft and gentle, and so warm and tantalising that her head began to swim. A small gasp escaped from her lips and parted them slightly. Kyle’s arms went round her, and he pulled her firmly against him. His lips hardened and his tongue slid into her mouth.

She’d been kissed passionately before but nothing had prepared her for Kyle’s kiss. His mouth took possession of her in a seductive demand for surrender. As his tongue gently fondled hers, sensations she’d never known before heated her skin, ignited every nerve, and melted every bone. She gripped his shoulders, and involuntarily arched towards him, thrilling exquisitely to the firmness of his body against hers. The surrender he demanded was complete as she responded with the same fervour, wanting more, still more.

When he released her, her breathing was ragged, and she stared up at him, dazed and disorientated.
For a couple of seconds, Kyle stared back at her before blowing out his cheeks as he exhaled. “Wow, you certainly know how to make a man regret his decision.” He cupped her chin with his hand and his gentle smile softened the darkness of his eyes. “I’d better go, otherwise I never will. Goodnight, beautiful lady. Sleep well, and don’t worry about tomorrow. You’ll be fine.”

His lips brushed her mouth again in a brief parting kiss before he turned to the lift. The door opened, and she watched as he went in and pressed the ground floor button. Still numb, she raised her hand slightly. Kyle smiled again and tilted his head in farewell.

Only when she was staring at the closed lift door did she finally turn away. She let herself into the apartment, and caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror. Her face was flushed and her blue eyes stared back at her.

“Oh God,” she whispered, unable to think of anything except Kyle’s mouth, his tongue, his whole body. A quiver ran down to somewhere low in her stomach.
In the next moment, her jaw dropped and she clasped her hand to her mouth. How could she have allowed herself to respond to him so eagerly?

She tried to bring some order to her confused thoughts as she studied her reflection in the mirror. Lora’s clothes, Lora’s make-up, Lora’s hairstyle. Of course, he’d thought he was kissing Lora, and she’d reacted as Lora. Hadn’t she?

A shiver skittered through her. Playing the part didn’t explain her own response. Not only the way she’d returned his kiss, but the other treacherous feelings she didn’t even want to think about.
Relief, she told herself firmly. She’d been worrying about how the evening would end, and when he said he wasn’t coming in, relief had swept through her. Not a storm of desire, not longing, not need. Relief, nothing more.

Her mind feverishly struggled to deny what had happened to her, both physically and emotionally, and she diverted her thoughts to the TV interview. Once she’d done that, this whole charade would be over. She could go back to Rothfield and forget about Kyle Drummond.

Buy Links:
Paula’s Amazon page http://amzn.to/MCSJ6x


Monday, December 15, 2014

Coming Home by Tracy Garrett

COMING HOME is here!

Do you remember the first time you were in a new place or met a new person and felt you belonged, that you’d finally come home? Maybe it’s a new house, where you walked in the front door and said to yourself, “This is what I’ve been looking for.” Mine was the first date with my future husband. I knew this man was my “home” no matter where life took us—and it’s taken us quite a few places!

In my short story, COMING HOME, Jericho Hawken meets Maryland Henry and her three nieces and knows he’s found what he’s been searching for. But there are some big boulders in their path to happiness.

I’m so happy to share that Coming Home has been released as an electronic short story for only .99! [It was first released as part of the Hearts and Spurs anthology from Prairie Rose Publications.]

Here’s a little taste:



COMING HOME:  Sometimes it takes two to make dreams come true.

When a man who believes he’ll never have a home and family…
Former U.S. Marshal Jericho Hawken should have been shepherding a wagon train to new territory, but he unwillingly left them vulnerable to a vicious raider. The murder of the settlers he was supposed to be guarding is the hardest thing he’s ever had to face…until he meets the sister of one of the settlers.

…finds a woman who has lost everything…
Instead of a joyous reunion with her brother, Maryland Henry has come to River’s Bend to take responsibility for her three orphaned nieces. Fired from her teaching position and with no other family on whom to rely, Mary believes Jericho Hawken is responsible for all her woes. Or is he what she’s been searching for all along?

It takes a lot of forgiveness and a few fireworks to realize that together their dreams can come true.


Excerpt:
Jericho met her gaze. “I was hired as extra security for their wagon train and was assigned to ride with the group of wagons they traveled in. I spent a lot of nights at your family’s fire on the trip out from Saint Louis. Your brother and his wife were kind and generous people.”
He watched Mary’s throat work as she battled back tears that made her blue eyes seem huge in her pale face. When she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, he knew his time for avoiding the truth was over.
“What happened, Mr. Hawken?”
Self-loathing threatened to choke him. “I’m not sure.”
She glanced at Matt, then returned her piercing gaze to Jericho. “I don’t understand. Did it happen at night? Was it too dark for you to see?”
He gulped down the liquid in his glass and carefully set the crystal aside when he wanted to hurl it against the stone hearth. “I wasn’t there.”
“Where—”
“I was in jail.”
The tiny bit of color the brandy had given her drained away. “What!”
“You can’t hate me more than I despise myself, Miss Henry.” He rose and prowled the room. “I saw—someone I knew. From my past. Someone I thought never to lay eyes on again. It’s no excuse, but I got drunk. When the law decided I needed to extend my stay in their little town, the wagons went on without me. I followed as soon as they let me go. I was only a couple of hours behind, but… It was one hour too long.”

I’m giving away an electronic copy of COMING HOME to one reader who leaves a comment today.

Coming Home will be released on DECEMBER 4. Find me on Facebook (TracyGarrett.author), Twitter (TGarrett_author) or stop by my website, www.TracyGarrett.com, to keep up on what’s new. And thanks for visiting today!

Tracy



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TRACY GARRETT

BIOGRAPHY:

Award-winning multi-published author Tracy Garrett has always loved to disappear into the pages of a book. An accomplished musician, Tracy merged her need for creativity, love of history, and passion for reading when she began writing western historical romance. First published in 2007, Tracy joined the Prairie Rose Publications in its inaugural anthology in 2013. She is a regular blogger on Petticoats and Pistols. Tracy resides in Missouri with her husband and their fuzzy kid, Wrigley.