Saturday, November 28, 2015

Talking with author Katherine McIntyre

I had the pleasure of sitting down with author Kathrine McIntrye today to chat about their latest book, Beyond Fairytales: Soul Solution.

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I could dither about my massage therapist day job or my inexplicable hatred of Nicolas Cage, but I’d like to think I know myself pretty well on an emotional level. Obviously, I write. It’s been an obsession of mine since I was a kid, and something I sank my teeth into early on, one of the few things I’m absolutely stubborn about. I’m a control freak. I hate sudden change and when close friends move away, and really, I do a lot of subconscious things to control my environment. However, I’m open about my emotions and don’t keep many secrets for long. Most of what’s going on in my head spills out over the course of the day, because I like laying things out on front street. I’m an Aries-Taurus cusp, which means something to me because I adore astrology. And though I didn’t quite come to this realization until later in life, I’m very in tune with my empathy. Coincides with massage a lot, but feeling other people’s emotions comes naturally for me and has always helped with my writing. 

What are you currently working on?

Better question, what am I not working on? I’m a project juggler, and I like having a cycle of one project I’m submitting, one I’m editing, one I’m writing, and during the busiest spells, one that’s percolating before I crack into edits. Right now I’m in a busy spell, since I just finished the sequel for An Airship Named Desire, titled A Tale of Two Airships. I’ve been going through rounds with my editor at Loose Id on Hunting for Spring, which hopefully will be out beginning of next year! It’s a sexy urban fantasy with fae hijinks and hunters of the supernatural, all set in my local city, Philly! If that’s not enough, a new idea just hit me for a dark paranormal romance that I just dove into. Snarky female lead who can tango with the biggest, baddest boys? I’m enjoying this story already.

If you could be any paranormal creature what would you be?

Probably a werewolf. Sure, the turning on a full moon would be a bitch (if we’re talking traditional werewolf and not some of the many variations), but there are a lot of perks. The strength and enhanced abilities are some, for sure. But what I like the most about wolf shapechangers is the sense of pack that tends to come with that territory. I love feeling like part of a big community and family, so the idea of all working together really appeals to me. I also enjoy the simplicity of the animalistic urges werewolves tend to have—I’m a pretty honest, straight shooter, so the idea of a lot of folks acting that way definitely has its perks.

For readers who haven't tried your books yet, how do you think your editor or loyal readers would describe your books?

If I have any trademarks in my books, it’s my penchant for take charge women, emotionally intelligent guys, and passionate speeches. What can I say? I write what I like. My husband has to laugh every time he reads one of my books, because if they’re heading off to face a big bad, there is always a big rallying speech beforehand.

I’m always looking for book recommendations. What books have you been reading? Would you recommend them?

I stepped into the Nalini Singh trap—help me! I can’t stop reading her Psy-Changeling Chronicles! Though the number one series I always recommend is Kate Daniels by Ilona Andrews. I’m eternally a sucker for snarky dialogue. My tastes hop all across the board though, because over the summer I read Shiver, by Maggie Stievater, and utterly enjoyed that, same as I enjoyed her book the Scorpio Races.

How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae?

All the time. I’ll be the first to admit I’m a slob. I’d like to say I have no time, or I’m too busy, but that’d be a load of crap. The reality is, writing takes priority for me over more nitpicky housework and tidying. While I keep my appointments, I rely on those for social time—I’m not great for last minute stuff, especially if I’m in the throes of a new story. Even when I have downtime or slow points at my job, I keep my notebook on hand so I can jot down whatever crops into my mind.

Writer’s block—real or hype?

It’s a real thing for sure, but I do think you can fight through it. There are days where I sit in front of my laptop to write and I’m blinking at the page for a minute or so before I start opening tabs to social media to distract myself. I allow myself short bursts and then force myself back on task, even if it’s just a couple sentences at a time. Those days, writing’s tough. I think those are the writer’s block days, but I’m just so used to working through them that the habit overcomes so that I’m at least able to make a little headway. Other days, I sit and can write thousands upon thousands of words in a single sitting, and it all comes together and is glorious. I treasure those days, because they’re not often. That’s why I don’t necessarily buy into waiting for a muse to strike—because writing a novel in particular takes discipline. Like any craft, you have good and bad days, but time and consistent effort help you overcome the bad ones.

Do you prefer to extensively plot your stories, or do you write them as they come to you?

I write them as they hit. My slapdash method would make most plotters cry. I do keep notes, mostly as I go along, and I usually have some skeleton plot consisting of a couple bullet points here and there. But to be honest, I think my tendency has to do with my personality. I’m bad at hiding things, so if I know it’s coming, chances are it’ll be obvious to the readers. However, what I do LOVE about plotting as I go, is the constant problem solving involved. Every time I think I write myself into a corner, I can usually find a way out of it, and the challenge presses me to find innovative ways. I wrote a story recently where a character died—mind you, I had a vague plan that they were going to die, but no when and how. So I was writing through a chapter and I paused. That’s when it hit me—this, this is the moment. It was at the perfect time in the story and completely unexpected—to me, and the readers. Hence why I work best with that approach: my feelings as I’m writing my manuscript are genuine.

Do you have a favorite genre? Is it the same genre you prefer to write?

I adore urban fantasy and paranormal romance. I think it appeals to the kid in me that always saw magic in our world, but I love taking a familiar landscape and making it wildly different. Those stories tend to have a darker, slick-talking city vibe to them as well that I love reading and writing. Snarky banter is my absolute favorite. I’ll be honest too, while I enjoy high fantasy, sometimes I want a little more romance in it, but regular romance doesn’t tend to draw me in as much, because I miss the action. Hence urban fantasy and paranormal romance tend to be that perfect balance.

When and where do you like to write? Are there any favourite places you like to go?

I tend to write on my couch where my adorable cat Chrono loves to keep me company by curling up on my feet. If I’ve got a day off where I can spend a good chunk of time writing, I’ll head to our guest room/my office and set up my station there. Unfortunately, that means no kitty foot warmer. Though those are my two main places, I’ll also go out on the screen-in porch and write out there when it’s gorgeous out, or sometimes I’ll even take my laptop or a notebook to the picnic table outside. Meanwhile, I always carry a notebook to jot down scenes, or cram in writing whenever I can.

How much of your own personality bleeds into your characters? 

Always aspects. There are certain characters that beat with the same heart as me, though they’re bolder and braver than I imagine I’d be. There are others that channel certain elements that aren’t only mine, but I think shared by many, like my fear of loneliness, and the constant pressure I put on myself to succeed. My husband laughs reading some of my main characters because they’re as honest and frank as I can be, as well as short tempered and resilient. I like to write fiery characters, though as of late, I’ve enjoyed exploring some different types, like survivalists, or more pragmatic leads. Even still, one thread exists throughout—they’re passionate at their core.

Soul Solution
A Beyond Fairytales story
Decadent Publishing
An Adaptation of String of Pearls by Hans Christian Andersen

For Erik Anderson, the Copenhagen line is his curse. He takes the train every night en route to collect souls. Like any lovelorn fool, he bargained his own long ago, and now pays the price—a lifetime of loneliness as a grim reaper.  Stay distant—that’s been his mantra and what keeps him sane.

Until Mina Castner drops into his life like a whirlwind, one spilled drink leading to staying up until dawn with the woman. He believed one night couldn’t hurt, but he sorely underestimated her determination. Every encounter between them is a reprieve from the guilt of reaping souls every night, but it can’t last. Even if she sparks long buried feelings, and even if her sheer presence intoxicates him, he can’t let this continue. For humans, his touch is poison, and if he slips up, it could cost her life.

The whole date thing had been a bad idea.
She rounded a corner, stepping onto the street where the club was located. The Hive stood out even from a couple of blocks away. Its glass-and-steel exterior was slick, and lights flashed on different floors, granting glimpses of the chaos inside. Like other top-notch places, this one didn’t advertise—no sign out front since the building was imposing enough. A strain of music filtered from it, but the noise was muted—she’d bet the inside was the opposite.
She wrinkled her nose as she got closer. Great. A line. My perfect Saturday night—waiting in a line to get into a loud room with blinding lights, blaring music, and sweaty guys. No thanks.
One glance at the people waiting to get inside and she wanted to turn around. Caked on makeup, glittery dresses, and overly gelled hair dominated the crowd, all part of a scene in which she didn’t fit. A slight breeze carried the cloud of perfume teeming around the line her way. She fought not to gag.
Strands of her auburn-dyed hair kept slipping from her bun and trailing along her shoulders. Why did I even bother doing my hair? Once I get inside, the sheer heat from the place will frizz it out. Mina sighed, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. This is why I don’t date.
Up ahead, the bouncers were either admitting people or turning them away at the door. She joined the end of the line, checking her phone while she waited. He was already inside. Joy. Too late to suggest a detour to a coffee shop instead.
A man tall enough to stand out approached the entrance. With hoops in his eyebrows, ears, and, chances were, elsewhere, too, he didn’t mesh with the rest of the crowd. Nor was he wearing a polo or suit, the type of club attire the rest of these guys wore. Instead, his sleeveless, fitted hoodie made an impression of its own as did his tailored black pants, which were accented by his leather stompers. Even in a sack, the man would’ve looked good. When the guy opened the club door, the bouncers didn’t even give him a second glance. Seems they know their regulars.
She hoped her date stacked up. The line moved forward a couple of paces, and she crossed her arms over her chest. This was going to be a long night.

Author Bio:
A modern day Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer brewing, tea blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make sure she’s hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing. With a desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with, all the stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting them down on paper. Not only can her poetry and prose be found in different magazines, but she’s had an array of novels and novellas published through Decadent Publishing, Boroughs Publishing, Hazardous Press, and Jupiter Gardens Press. For more casual content, she’s a regular contributor on, a geek news website.

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Friday, November 27, 2015

Cover Reveal for Em Lynley's 12 Courses

12 Courses, the sixth book in the Delectable Series is officially coming soon!
A bit about the book:

Thom Kennedy Leyton returns to San Francisco to take up the reins of Graze, one of the city’s best restaurants, years after he lost his job when his innovative new set of recipes was stolen. Thom’s loss of self-esteem eventually caused his boyfriend, Blake Warner, to end their relationship, sending Thom into a deep depression.

Now, cured of fifty excess pounds and any attraction to Blake, Thom’s back in town. Blake catches him off guard when he visits Graze several days in a row, and Thom lets himself get caught up in Blake’s allure, despite knowing better. Thom juggles a renewed relationship with Blake, a Christmas visit from his parents, and an important holiday menu based on a Twelve Days of Christmas theme.

When an old acquaintance reveals that Blake knows more about the theft of the recipes than he lets on, Thom doesn’t know whom to trust. But the truth isn’t quite that simple, and Thom won’t be able to decide if Blake deserves a place in his life until he learns exactly what happened years ago.

Release date: December 23.

Available now for pre-order at Dreamspinner Press:

The inspiration

I love to cook. If you’ve met me, you probably also know I love to eat. I have food and cooking scenes in all of my books, so it was inevitable I would write a series featuring chefs and winemakers, and other men in the restaurant world.

For this sixth installment in the Delectable Series, I needed to come up with some familiar, yet completely different. Another story about another chef just wasn’t going to do it for me or for fans of the series.

I decided to set myself a challenge: a new chef trying to convince his bosses to take a big chance on a vegan Twelve Nights of Christmas menu. Not only is Thom Kennedy trying to earn his way back to the top, but he’s chosen an incredibly tricky and risky way of doing it.

Thom actually had it easy. I was the one struggling to create a menu as elaborate as Thom needed. Not being a chef myself, coming up with a dozen unique vegan dishes worthy of a holiday special event taxed my brain more than anything I’ve written. I probably spent more time creating the menu than writing the story.

I did not consult with any professional chefs, so my imaginary Twelve Courses may not even work in actuality. That’s why I haven’t included any recipes this time around, though I will be sharing Blake’s Lobster Grilled Cheese Menu on my blog for release day.

Find EM Lynley online:
Email: emlynley
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Audio Book Blast & Giveaway~ MA Church's Trouble Comes in Threes

Check out M.A. Church's new audio book for Trouble Comes in Threes. Don't forget to enter the giveaway at the end of the post for a chance to win a $10 gift Card. Contest closes on December 4th. Book blast is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Now let's check out Trouble Comes in Threes...

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines.

Out of the punishing weather, and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves.

Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Romance

Dolf picked out the saw he wanted, then followed Tal to another aisle. His mate pointed out the different kinds, but Tal’s words had rapidly faded into a meaningless buzz. There, on the air currents in the store, was the sweetest scent. It was light and flowery, reminding him of honeysuckle. He breathed deeply, taking the scent into himself. His cock hardened immediately and his head spun. A yowl threatened to escape.
That scent… that scent was seductive and alluring. It spoke to him, whispering things that made him need. His cat paced frantically in his mind, tail slashing madly. The need to pounce, to sink his canines in and drink that sweet, life-giving blood of his…. His gums tingled and saliva flooded his mouth.
He swallowed, then swallowed again as his head pounded, his heart rate spiking as one thought screamed through his mind: Mate! Another mate! Where was that scent coming from? Or who? And by the goddess, why? He already had a mate. What was their goddess thinking, giving him another? But he couldn’t ignore the reaction. It had been the same when he met Tal.

Pages: 234

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Author Bio:
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.

Author Contact:
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Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Liam Livings' The Guardian Angel

Check out the giveaway at the end of the post. You could win a $15 Giftcard from Amazon or ARe, plus 2 further prizes of an ebook from Liam’s catalogue. Competition closes 11th December – midnight GMT.

The Guardian Angel by Liam Livings
Publication date: 27th November 2015
Publisher: Love Lane Books
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What happens when a man falls in love with his guardian angel?
Richard Sullivan is plagued by white feathers turning up at the oddest moments. Amy, his best friend, suggests his guardian angel is trying to contact him, but he dismisses the idea out of hand as nonsense.

Until, that is, he meets Sky. Six feet of muscle in a man skirt with white feather wings.

What exactly is a guardian angel? And what happens when your guardian angel takes leave and sends in a temp to cover? Do you wait for a perfect boyfriend on the off chance you may be able to touch him, to be with him, or do you grab happiness with another human? And, why the hell has Richard’s life suddenly become so complicated?

It all started on my way back from the wrong job. I’d just turned it down because I couldn’t stand to listen to that lot going on about sustainability this and putting bees on the roofs of houses that. I just wanted them all to fuck off. I didn’t need their job offer. I had a good feeling the law firm application would get me onto their graduate scheme. I knew it. I could feel it in my water.
The law firm sent me a letter thanking me for the application. And good luck with my other job searching.
Fuck it.
I returned to the office just west of Liverpool Street station to do my last week of temping—my last week temping there, after a long series of temping jobs, some of which had made me want to jump under the train some mornings, others I could just sail through with my brain in neutral. And now this one. Well, this one was fine.
It had been fine. At first I thought it was quite interesting to try to do what New York City had done with its unloved, unknown areas, and name them. Like their SoHo was the area south of Houston Street. TriBeCa was the Triangle Below Canal Street. All this was interesting and news to me when I’d started at the Between Town Partnership. They were trying to make the area between the City of London, Liverpool Street, and the West End, happen. At the moment it was a sort of nowhere between the proper shopping of the West End and the financial district—a sort of no man’s land. No one had reason to go there specifically, unless they worked there, as I had for a variable three months.
I turned on my PC, went to the kitchen to make myself an instant coffee, but not Nescafé because they were doing something nasty about bottle-feeding in Third World countries. I had listened at the time, a bit, but had just internally rolled my eyes. No, this was all free-range, organic, preloved coffee. Shame it still tasted of shit, though.
I sat at my PC and noticed a white feather next to the mouse. I picked it up, looked at it closely, noticing it was pretty perfect as far as feathers went, and then threw it in the bin.
The morning passed without incident: spreadsheets about the CO2 output of various buildings, some brainstorming for this new area, and another offer of an extension to my contract.
“I’ll think about it, thanks,” I said, folding the offer letter into my bag and leaving for lunch.
I sat on a bench in a little park. The grass was covered in office workers, each eating their lunch and grabbing some air and sun for a moment in their day. I pulled out the offer letter from my bag, and another perfect white feather fell into my lap. This one was a bit larger—as big as my index finger—and still perfectly white, still not bent or dirty. I folded it back with the offer letter, then rang Amy at work. She’d know what to do.
“Good morning, The Music and Video Shop, how can I help you?”
“It’s me. How’s your morning?”
She swapped her phone voice for her proper, slightly Welsh accent. “Busy as it goes. I can’t believe people still actually come into a shop to buy this stuff.”
“Just be thankful they’re trying to close down Pirate Cove. And there’s plenty of people who don’t know how to use it anyway, playing it safe, buying DVDs and CDs from you lot.” I paused, thinking about my morning, my situation, and the feathers; she’d want to hear about those. “So, white feathers, what do they mean?”

About Liam Livings
Liam Livings lives where east London ends and becomes Essex. He shares his house with his boyfriend and cat. He enjoys baking, cooking, classic cars and socialising with friends. He escapes from real life with a guilty pleasure book, cries at a sad, funny and camp film – and he’s been known to watch an awful lot of Gilmore Girls in the name of writing ‘research’.
He has written since he was a teenager, started writing with the hope of publication in 2011. His writing focuses on friendships, British humour, romance with plenty of sparkle.

 You can connect with Liam
Twitter @LiamLivings


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Release Blast for Christmas at the Castle

Out Now! Christmas at the Castle by Jenny Kane (@jennykaneauthor) #contemporary #romance #christmas #ku #kindleunlimited

Christmas at the Castle is a seasonal treat from Jenny Kane, featuring much-loved characters from her bestselling novel Another Cup of Coffee.

When hotshot businesswoman Alice Warren is asked to organise a literary festival at beautiful
Crathes Castle in Scotland, her ‘work mode’ persona means she can’t say no – even though the person asking is her ex, Cameron Hunter.

Alice broke Cameron’s heart and feels she owes him one – but her best friend Charlie isn’t going to like it. Charlie – aka famous author Erin Spence – is happy to help Alice with the festival…until she finds out that Cameron’s involved! Charlie suffered a bad case of unrequited love for Cameron, and she can’t bear the thought of seeing him again.

Caught between her own insecurities and loyalty to her friend, Charlie gets fellow author Kit Lambert to take her place. Agreeing to leave her
London comfort zone – and her favourite corner in Pickwicks CafĂ© – Kit steps in. She quickly finds herself not just helping out, but hosting a major literary event, while also trying to play fairy godmother – a task which quickly gets very complicated indeed...

Available to buy from Amazon, and to read as part of the Kindle Unlimited Programme:

Charlie pushed open the door of The Deeside Bookshop.
Instead of being greeted by John, she was surprised to see a much younger man behind the counter. Having never known the shop without John in it, Charlie was immediately concerned. ‘Um, hello, I wondered if I could speak to John, is he OK?’
‘He’s very OK, thank you. Soaking up the sun in New Zealand in fact.’
‘Oh.’ Not sure what to do, Charlie decided she’d dive straight in anyway. If John trusted this man to run the shop in his absence, then he must be alright. ‘Could I have a quick chat about the literary festival at Crathes? I know Ms Warren has already approached the shop, but I…’
The man, who Charlie guessed must be in his late thirties, ran an exasperated hand through his short hair. ‘I already told your colleague I can’t help. What Ms Warren is asking of me is not cost-effective. Although I wish you luck with the festival, the tactic of sending her prettier colleague to get me to change my mind is not going to work!’
Prettier colleague? Charlie felt thrown. No one ever thought she was prettier than Alice.
‘I assure you no… tactics are in play. I’m only helping out today because I’m a friend of one of the other organisers, and I have a more sensible and, I think, more realistic proposition for you than Alice did. I will tell you about it if you would like to hear it; if not, I’ll leave you in peace to stare around your customer-free shop!’
Rather taken aback by the edge to her tone, the tension in Charlie’s shoulders unknotted a little as, to her amazement, the man began to laugh.
Placing the books he’d been holding on the counter he said, ‘I’m sorry, forgive me for being abrupt. My name is Gervase Potter; I bought John out a few weeks ago. This little empire is now mine.’
Tilting his head to one side, giving Charlie the impression he was enjoying the view, he added, ‘I would very much like to hear your proposal. How about we discuss it tonight over a drink at Scott Skinner’s? I haven’t made it there yet, and I hear it’s a nice pub.’
With her brain privately grappling with the concept of being asked out for a drink by a handsome man who liked books, Charlie replied, ‘It is nice. I often go to Skinner’s to write when I need a change of scene from my desk at home. Oh, I’m Charlie, by the way. Charlie Davies.’
‘I’m pleased to meet you, Charlie. So, you write?’
‘Yes.’ Charlie pointed to the bookshelves, ‘I’m over there somewhere.’
‘You are? Who are you, then? I mean, who else are you?’
‘Erin Spence.’
The Unbrave Heart Erin Spence?’
Charlie’s pulse started to beat faster. He didn’t immediately connect me with The Love-Blind Boy. ‘Yes. Yes that was my first novel.’
‘I love that book.’
‘You’ve read it?’ Charlie was shocked. ‘Forgive me, but you don’t look like you’d be into women’s fiction.’
‘I’m not as a rule, but my ex-girlfriend had the audiobook and we played it on a long journey once or twice. I enjoyed it. You have a very perceptive view of the male side of things.’
‘Really?’ Charlie could feel herself blushing, ‘Thanks. It’s kind of you to say so.’
‘Not at all. That drink tonight, then? Eight o’clock? With a meal as well, maybe?’
‘To talk about my idea for the festival?’
‘I’m making no promises, because I think I’d rather talk about you.’
Charlie’s head buzzed with contradictory thoughts. Had she been right to agree to go out with Gervase? Only this morning she’d been thinking about how she felt about Cameron being back, and now she was going on a date with someone else. A part of her knew she’d only said yes in the hope that Alice and Cameron might see them. But so what if they did? Cameron isn’t going to be jealous, and I don’t want him any more anyway. And Alice wouldn’t notice in her current mode if I walked around naked with a pineapple on my head.
A new thought entered Charlie’s head. Was there any point in going out with another man until Alice had gone home? Gervase would only have to see them standing next to each other, and it wouldn’t be her that he wanted to take for dinner anymore.
Suddenly, Charlie stopped moving. She knew she was being ridiculous, but somehow the thought of how Alice was always going to be there to eclipse her wouldn’t shift...

Jenny Kane is the author the contemporary romance Christmas at the Castle (Accent Press, 2015), the bestselling novel Abi’s House (Accent Press, 2015), the modern/medieval time slip novel Romancing Robin Hood (Accent Press, 2014), the bestselling novel Another Cup of Coffee (Accent Press, 2013), and its novella length sequels Another Cup of Christmas (Accent Press, 2013), and Christmas in the Cotswolds (Accent, 2014).
Jenny’s fourth full length romance novel, Another Glass of Champagne, will be published in 2016.
Jenny is also the author of quirky children’s picture books There’s a Cow in the Flat (Hushpuppy, 2014) and Ben’s Biscuit Tin (Coming soon from Hushpuppy)
 Keep your eye on Jenny’s blog at for more details.
Twitter- @JennyKaneAuthor
Jenny also writes erotica as Kay Jaybee.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ So that's why, oh and Give Thanks!

Z:  So whatja writing?
A:  (Flattens herself against the computer screen) Nada.
Z:  (Wily, wooly brow lift to the ceiling)  This is what some would call over-reaction!
A:  This is what some would call none-of-your-bees-wax.
Z:  (He stares)
A:  (She stares)
Z:  Very well, don't tell me.  I really don't want to know.  I'm going for coffee and cheese cake.
A:  Good.  Enjoy!

Angelica wasn't usually this unrelenting, or rude, or reactive...  Well, maybe the reactive part might be on the quarter, but she was writing something intimate, something draw up from her emotional backpack that she thought once buried in the heap of forgetfulness, and she didn't know if she was ready to share.  It was a dedication for her grandparents, for a book they just wrote and are about to submit. 

She never her parental grandfather for he died before she was born.  She knew very little about paternal grandmother, for the woman was old before Angelica could truly comprehend her own self.  Still, upon writing BEYOND THE THRESHOLD certain stories came to mind.  Stories that made her laugh, and made her understand where some of the odd quirks within her had been birthed.  But would she put this particular dedication in the book?  She didn't know.  She sat at her computer desk, and read it through once more.

My Gram followed her Amish heart off the farm and into my, deceased before I was born, grandfather’s arms.  It must not have been easy being shunned by family and friends, or living a life so different from her childhood.  I only knew her as my Gram, my Dad’s mother, who we would visit a few times a years in the hills of Pennsylvania.  Though elderly, sickly and quiet, she always had a hug and gift for me, once a doll as tall as the three-year-ole me.  That doll now belongs to my granddaughter.  As I grew, I asked about Gram, and discovered she didn’t used to be the frail figure of wrinkles, gray and brittle bones who I barely knew.  She once ice skated and claimed a city championship.  She once stormed the men’s club with gal-pals and demanded they be served beer.  Her reserved upbringing fell away as the modern world opened her mind and she devoured all she didn’t know.  I was told she could cook a professional chef to tears, but preferred being the single couple left on the dance floor winning the blue ribbon or the only amateur singer still blowing cig smoke as she torch sing a naughty-of-the-century song.  She was a fashionista, dresses with slits to the moon, showing off lacy garter belts even when there were no stockings to buy.  She didn’t fear wearing make-up or a hardy laughter, nor was she shy of a wink, or flirty chat.  My grandfather would laugh it off, proud of having unleashed the real Hellion, his nick-name for her.  Their two sons receive more of a grandparent up bringing with a sidebar of buddy system parenting.  Yet, my dad and uncle, thrived very well.  They learned about morals and strategies from an elder generations, and how to speak their minds vent issues from their parent’s age bracket.  Knowing I carry their spirits within me keeps me open to experiences, to seeing outside the box, and fighting for what I believe is worthy a bloodied nose.  Thank you, Gram and Pop, thank you for who you were and allowing me to believe you don't have to be the untarnished cookie-cutter to still fit in the family silverware draw.  I love you both, and I dedicate this book to you.  The inspiration of knowing when to stay, when to leave, and when to say the hell with it, comes directly from you. Cheers, Gram and Pop

A: (Blinks away a threatening tear)  Hey, Zi, wait up.  I have something for you to read.  Hmmm, did you say cheesecake?  

Be thankful every day for family and/or friends.  Love is tough to come by and when you have it don't ever let go.  Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans who celebrate it anywhere in the world

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