Monday, April 29, 2013

Rogues Angels Presents: The Promise of Paradise

Please welcome Allie Boniface author of The Promise of Paradise.

Allie will be awarding a $10 Amazon OR B&N Gift Card AND an e-copy of any of the author's backlist (winner's choice) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.




The Promise of Paradise
by Allie Boniface

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1.    What or who inspired you to start writing?

I've always loved to read, and loved to play around with language and stories, but I started writing seriously with the goal of publication after the attacks on the Twin Towers on September 11, 2001. I live about an hour north of NYC; many people who live in my community work in the city and didn't come home that day. After that, I realized I couldn't wait for "someday" to fulfill my dream of becoming a published author, because someday is never guaranteed. Perhaps a rather dark reason for jump-starting my writing, but it worked, and I've never looked back.

2.    What elements are necessary components for this genre?

The most crucial, of course, is a happy ending! Readers love romance because it promises that love and happiness will prevail, even through all the conflicts and misunderstandings (and those are also components for this genre!). What else does the romance genre require? Two people who are drawn to each other, scenes of growing attraction (heat level depends on the sub-genre), and a Black Moment where you'll think all is lost. Incidentally, this book is a re-release of an earlier edition titled Lost in Paradise – but this one has some additional (steamy) scenes and an Epilogue that wraps up what happens after Ash and Eddie's Black Moment, because so many of my initial readers asked for one.

3.    How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

This novel is probably one that's closest to drawing upon my own experiences, not because I experienced a family scandal or ran away and changed my name the way Ash did, but because the character of Eddie is based on a dear friend of mine and because the setting of a small New England town is so similar to where I've spent much of my life. Even if it's subconsciously, we do write what we know. At the point when I conceived this book, I was thinking a lot about how friendships develop and what turns them into more intimate relationships. I always knew Ash and Eddie would be friends – and in this case, housemates – that turned into lovers.

4.    What expertise did you bring to your writing?

I read a lot, and I teach writing as a high school English and Education teacher. I think one of my writing strengths is description (that's what my readers tell me, anyway!) and lyrical language. Plus I can name and explain all the rules for using commas ;)

5.    As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

Well, my next contemporary romance releases in May, called Beacon of Love (minor character Lucas gets a story all of his own in that one). I'm also in the process of finishing up the sequel to that, called Inferno of Love. In addition, I'm interested in, and actively working on, branching out into the Young Adult genre. There are some great YA authors out there to read (John Green and Sarah Dessen among them), plus I work with teenagers all day, every day. They are fascinating and have wonderful stories to tell. I also hear their voices in my head all the time!

6.    Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?

I used to actively belong to two critique groups, one online and one in person (a small group of local RWA writers who got together each Tuesday night). Benefits: getting feedback and inspiration from others. Drawbacks: occasional conflict of personalities and, more often for me, people joining the groups who were at an earlier point in the publishing journey than I was. Today I have a couple of trusted fellow writers that I send my work to for feedback. My advice is to decide what you're looking for from a critique group, and don't be afraid to leave a group and move on if you're not getting what's best for your writing career.

7.    What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

Best: develop a thick skin (some people/ editors/ agents/ readers/ reviewers) won't like your work, and they'll be vocal about it. Limit the number of reviews you read about yourself or your books, especially if you're sensitive and take things like that personally. Another best: promotion and marketing will take oodles of time, once you publish. It will be up to you to brand and market yourself, so balance your time accordingly and remember that the best marketing is ALWAYS writing your next book!

8.    Do you outline your books or just start writing?

I'm definitely a plotter, which means I need an outline. I've experimented with many outline styles over the years, but last year I went to a Michael Hague conference where he talked about his "Story Mastery" approach to writing. He has a background in screenwriting, and he used movies to illustrate the plot elements every successful story has and when they should occur in your story. Brilliant advice, and now I always outline my stories according to his breakdown of what should happen at each stage. Very, very helpful!

9.    How do you maintain your creativity?

Let's see, when I need to give my creativity a boost, I:
   ~Read books by other authors
   ~Go for a run/to the gym/dance/take a Zumba class
   ~Take a break! Sometimes getting distance from a story is the best way to see it with fresh eyes when I come back to it.

10. Who is your favorite character in the book. Can you tell us why?

Oh my gosh, it's Eddie. Has to be Eddie. All my readers tell me the same thing :) Why? He's the hero we all want in our lives: he's strong and tough, works on cars, isn't afraid to stand up to bullies, drives a pick-up and a Harley (not at the same time LOL), is kind to small, helpless animals, and he knows how to hold a woman when he dances with her and how to please her in bed. Sigh. Beyond that, though, Eddie is wounded. He's suffered tremendous loss in his life and is uncertain how to deal with it or who to trust. So he's this wonderful combination of strong and sensitive, and for the woman who can capture his heart, he'll make the most amazing partner. Double sigh.

Thank you so much for having me here today! I love talking reading, writing, and yummy alpha male heroes!!







Harvard grad Ashton Kirk is headed for a promising law career when scandal breaks apart her family. To escape, she changes her name and rents an apartment in the small town of Paradise, New Hampshire, where no one knows who she is.

Ash hopes for solitude, but all bets are off when Eddie West, the town’s most eligible bachelor, moves in downstairs. The sexy auto mechanic loves his women and his cars shiny, sleek, and fast, and when he meets his new housemate, he wastes no time getting friendly. But Eddie is nursing his own recent loss, and the last thing he wants to do is let someone new into his life or his heart.

Can two people from different worlds find common ground and a place to fall in love? Or will Ashton’s past and Eddie’s scars keep them apart just as summer heat brings them together? Is it possible to find your soul mate in the place you least expect?
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Near the curb, engine still running and rock music bellowing from the speakers, idled a red pickup truck. White and yellow flames danced along both sides. Bending over the tailgate was a broad, bare, definitely male back. Yow. No wonder Jen looked like she was about to start drooling. Even one floor up, Ash could trace the outline of nearly every muscle in his arms and back. A bright red and yellow king cobra tattoo curled around his left triceps. Wavy brown hair fell across the sides of his face. His jeans, faded in all the right places, sat low on his hips. Ash squinted harder and ran one hand over her hair.
           
Oh God. They still make men who look like that?
           
“Turn around, please,” Jen commanded under her breath. As if he’d heard her, he straightened up, biceps flexing as he hauled two large boxes from the back of the truck and turned up into the sidewalk. Her sidewalk. He looked up, and Ash’s heart dove into her stomach. A neatly trimmed goatee underscored a crooked nose. He flashed a smile and winked.
           
“Hey,” he called up. “You live here?”
           
Jen nodded and jabbed a thumb in Ash’s direction. “She does.”
           
“I’m Eddie West. Movin’ in today.” It was hard to hear him over the noise of the truck’s humming engine and the music. Ash watched his mouth move instead.
           
“Need any help?” Jen asked.
           
Eddie shook his head. “Nah. I’ve just got a couple of boxes to bring in. The rest is coming tomorrow. But thanks.” He continued up the sidewalk.
           
Jen cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled down. “Come up later, if you want.”
           
Ash elbowed her. “What are you doing?”
           
Eddie backpedaled and nodded, grinning wider. As he disappeared from their view, the heavy front door creaked open and, after a few seconds, thudded shut behind him.
           
Jen straightened up. “See? I told you he’d be good-looking.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s beyond good-looking, Ash.” She fell back against the railing, hands to heart in a dramatic pantomime. “He’s perfect.”



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Allie Boniface is a small-town girl at heart who's traveled around the world and still finds that the magic and the mystery of small towns make them the best places to fall in love and find adventure. From the New England coast to Rocky Mountain hotels to tiny European bars, she's found more character and plot inspirations than she could ever count. Currently, she's lucky enough to live in New York's beautiful Hudson Valley with her own "Hometown Hero," a guy who can fix, build, drive, and grill anything and is the epitome of the strong and silent type.

When she isn't writing love stories, Allie is a full-time high school English teacher who gets a kick out of helping her teenagers negotiate the ups and downs of writing along with the ups and downs of life (because, really, she's still trying to do the same thing!). And while she'll continue to travel far and wide, Allie knows there's really nothing like coming back to the place where the people who have known you forever welcome you home with open arms. 



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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Rogues Angels Present: a May Day anthology



Release Date May 1

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Title: a May Day anthology
Author: Christine Young, C. L. Kraemer, Rosemary Indra, Genene Valleau
Genre: Fantasy
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May Day has been celebrated since Roman times with dancing, baskets of flowers, and bonfires. In this collection of May Day stories, Rogue's Angels--Christine Young, C.L. Kraemer, Rosemary Indra and Genie Gabriel--continue the celebration with humor, faeries and falling in love.


Highland Miracle -- Christine Young

HURTLED THROUGH TIME, Sean Michael Sterling, landed in the midst of a May Day celebration he didn’t understand, assuming the role of Laird Sterling.
ILLIGITAMATE CHILD OF NOBILITY, Reagan Douglas searches for a way out of her half brother’s house.

Defying the Odds -- C.L. Kraemer

The night elves on the hill aren't happy without their magic. They concoct a plan to punish those who were involved in the act that rendered them almost human. Meanwhile, Uther, the rogue night elf, has returned to woo the Librarian to be his eternal mate.

Love in Bloom -- Rosemary Indra

When childhood friends reunite it takes two fairies and a matchmaking daughter to help them admit their true love for each other.

No More Poodle Skirts -- Genie Gabriel

After drifting for years in the innocent age of the 1950s, a woman struggles to join today's world by finding a career and a new love, with some help from her zany family.






Highland Miracle -- Christine Young

Sean hit the side of his head. "I'm hearing things." Meet my true love, a soul mate, find a miracle in the highlands...?
Trust?
Who the devil am I supposed to be trusting? There isn't anyone around. I'm the sole person in Central Park. But he leaned forward, inching his way closer to the portal of the crazy machine. He'd be pure loco if he stepped inside but Bandit seemed fine. The dog had disappeared a couple of times into the darkness only to return again, sit down and bark at him.
I can do this.
He stood half in and half out, inhaled deeply then stepped inside. Behind him the door clanged shut. He jumped out of his skin at the realization he might be trapped.
The quiet was eerie then suddenly lights began to blink and something hummed. It was as if the machine had sprung to life. His nerves sizzled and terror crawled down his spine. He searched the room for the dog.
Bandit sat on a chair in front of a panel of buttons and blinking lights. It appeared the dog meant to drive this contraption. But drive it where?
Oh, to his one true love, to his soul mate and a miracle. Sean let out a loud roaring laugh.
Praying it wasn't too late, Sean turned to leave. But the door was shut tight, and he couldn't find another way out. Banging on the door did not make it open. He ran his hands up and down his arms in hopes of warding off the deathly chill seeming to take over his body as well his senses.
Bandit jumped from his perch and sauntered to the wall where he pulled down a handle and dog food poured into a bowl.
Well, at least the dog wouldn't starve.
"Please sit down and fasten your seat belt."
Sean jumped and looked around for the source of the voice. His heart raced as if it was going to run right out of his body.



Defying the Odds -- C.L. Kraemer

In a meadow east of Eugene, Oregon

Bram ambled up the roughly hewn stairs to the willow lounge chair located at the front of his home. He pulled the scrimshawed pipe from his pocket and filled the bowl with his favorite blend of black cherry tobacco. The paced routine of loading the ivory bowl with fragrant leaves and tamping them firmly into place was one of his favorite after dinner rituals. Withdrawing a matchstick from the inner pocket of his vest, he struck the sulfured end against a river rock he'd placed on the root of the towering oak that served as his home.
The fading evening sky showered the mountains in hues of gold and red. Pushing away the light, a blanket of dark blue velvet sprinkled with luminous star points soon prevailed. Bram puffed smoke rings at the darkening heavens.
"Evenin'." A scruffy black and tan terrier mix meandered up and, after circling three times, lay next to the chubby gnome.
"Evening, Silas. How's the family?"
"Well, thank you. Daisy announced we're expecting--again."
Bram chuckled into his beard. "Congratulations."
"Humph. I'll be glad when we're both too old to care. I came over to ask if there are any jobs in sight. I'll need to be working as much as I can now."
It seemed he got one batch of kids out of the house and another was on the way.
Silence stretched between the business partners. Bram pulled deep draughts on his pipe, blowing the smoke away from his friend. His eyes were drawn to the large block of light spilling from the picture window of the behemoth on the hill. The Saun clan, night elves whose callous actions nearly destroyed the fae population of the meadow and surrounding forests, owned the out of place monstrosity.
Bram squinted his eyes to focus his vision on the methodical movement that broke the beam of light. He could just make out a figure pacing rhythmically in front of the casement. Unable to ascertain which of the night elves was engaged in the determined striding, Bram was sure of only one thing…if the night elves were restless and unhappy, the rest of the valley was in trouble.



Love in Bloom -- Rosemary Indra

Mattie Harrison sat up in bed when two golden lights floated down beside her. The shimmering lights from her fairies caused excitement to bubble within Mattie in anticipation of their visit. For as long as she could remember the two fairies were her constant companions. Tonight she had something important to ask them.
Cara sat cross-legged on Mattie's pillow. Kendra adjusted her green dress several times before she too sat down. Mattie looked down at her small friends then crossed her legs in front of her mimicking the way they sat.
Every so often Kendra's wings fluttered. Mattie knew she preferred playing than sitting still but tonight Mattie needed someone to talk to. Like always Cara listened quietly as Mattie described her day and her plans for tomorrow.
When the fairies stood, their transparent wings flapped as they started to take flight. "Can you stay a little longer?" Mattie asked quickly.
Cara gracefully bowed her head and moved closer to the little girl. "What's troubling you tonight lass?"
A smile touched Mattie's lips at the sound of the fairy's soft voice. Cara had brown hair similar to her own. She always had suggestions and Mattie felt calm after talking to her.
They'd visit every evening when she went to bed to say goodnight. Mattie had asked her father for a nightlight not because she was afraid of the dark but so she could see the fairies easier without scaring them with the bright overhead light.
"My dad is very lonely." Mattie knew what she wanted but all of a sudden she didn't know what to say. She looked at her friends. "Can you help me find a wife for him?"
"Mattie it's bedtime. Quiet down," her father's voice carried down the hallway. "Tell your friends to go home."
Cara tapped her index finger against her lips and looked thoughtful.
"He doesn't believe in fairies," Kendra whispered. "That might be hard. He doesn't have faith in us."
"We haven't even started and you're already negative." Cara put her hands on her hips then glanced at Mattie, "You have to remember a non-believer doesn't like interference."
Feeling disheartened Mattie's lower lip started to tremble. She'd given this a lot of thought. After much consideration, Mattie knew she'd needed help to find a wife for her dad.
"We'll see what we can do." Kendra looked at Mattie her expression softened. "We'll help you."


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No More Poodle Skirts -- Genie Gabriel

Life seemed much simpler when all a girl had to worry about was keeping her bobby socks and the pompom on her poodle skirt a brilliant white. Daphne Madison wiggled and gyrated into panty hose that seemed determined to twist around her like a boa constrictor squeezing its prey.
A modern woman was expected to have it all--a husband, a family, a career--with never a wrinkle in her face or her confidence.
Daphne zipped up her dress and drew a shaky breath as she stared at herself in the mirror. The form-fitting pink dress wasn't as comfortable as her skirts, and the high heels shoved her feet down into the pointy toes.
I can do this, Daphne reassured herself. She hadn't even been born in the fifties, but it seemed like such an innocent time. If she could pretend to live in that time, surely she could live in the current millennium.
Something doesn't seem just right, she thought, as she fastened a strand of pearls around her neck. However, she refused to wear the short skirts she had seen on television programs. The pencil thin skirt that ended just above her knees was as daring as she would go.
She slid her arms into the pink jacket that matched her dress and considered herself once again. Something still seemed amiss. She settled a pink pillbox hat borrowed from her sister on top of her smooth blond hair. Better.
White gloves restored her confidence even more.
With another deep breath, Daphne swept down the stairs to garner the reaction of her family. She knew her adult son, Ryan, would be of little help but to offer a gourmet breakfast gleaned from the latest cooking show on TV. A meal Daphne knew her jittery nerves wouldn't tolerate.
Her sister wouldn't be stirring yet, but Linda would be organizing the house for the day. She was the mother of Daphne's daughter's husband. Did that make her and Daphne sisters-in-law? No, that wasn't quite right, and thinking about it made her brain hurt.
She gave her head a slight shake. It didn't really matter. Linda was quite practical and had motivated Daphne out of her fantasy life. She would know if Daphne was dressed appropriately for her job interview.
"So what do you think?" Daphne turned slowly as she entered the kitchen.