Thursday, May 22, 2014

Rogues Angels Present Check in Day



It's Check In Day.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Waiting for the return of Storm's Passion from my editor. I've taken the week off from writing. I will start my character charts for Sweet Talkin' Sugar.

How was your week?

Rogues Angels Present: Safari Moon by Christine Young



Safari Moon
AnnChristine

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Safari Moon by AnnChristine
Publisher: Rogue Phoenix Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: Full Length (154 pgs)
Rated: 5 Stars
Reviewed by It's  Raining Books

Funny and Sweet

Imagine, if you can, our hero, sound asleep and dreaming a delightful, erotic dream. Suddenly he is awakened by an almost naked, sexy woman, walking into his bedroom accompanied by her pet skunk.

And that is how Safari Moon begins. I chuckled to myself as I continued reading. It seemed that he, a wild life photographer, put an ad in the paper for an assistant, but somehow his Grandfather changed the ad and it now stated that he was desperately in need of a wife. Immediately our handsome, confirmed bachelor is surrounded by a bevy of giggling, panting, eager women wanting to marry him.

How he plans his escape from all the desperate women involves an old friend he gets to help him. Since the friend is presently engaged to someone else and doesn't really want to get involved, it's more than a little complicated. They arrive in Alaska, planning on pretending they are an item. Then Grandfather and Grandmother arrive. The story continues with much laughing on my part, and many misunderstandings, especially when the fiancé shows up.

The story is funny and complicated due to the fact that each of the two main characters are trying to pretend that they really don't care about each other. And since neither is able to keep his or her hands off the other, the story becomes hilarious.

Safari Moon is not your typical romance, and I really loved it.


BLURB:

Solo St. John, a wildlife photographer, is preparing for a trip to Alaska.  Suddenly, Solo finds women of all sorts invading his privacy, his home and his office, all cooing nonsense words and blatantly throwing themselves at him.  Solo doesn't know why, and he has no idea how to rid himself of the persistent women.  He finally decides to beg a favor of his best buddy Nyssa Harrington. 

Excerpt:

Wanted: A professional wildlife photographer to take pictures in the Alaskan wilderness. Experience first hand a real safari moon. Call(555)381-1252 or send resumes to 2286 Main, Suite 2D Bend, Oregon.

Solo St. John was in the middle of an erotic dream about his buddy, Nyssa Harrington, when the click of his front door shutting brought him to instant alert mode.

Solo looked up, caught a flashing glimpse of a good deal of naked flesh; long legs, perfectly rounded derriere, and a waist he could span with his hands. The intruder's long blond hair curled around her shoulders an inch above the ties of her bikini top.

Then he saw the skunk. He blinked twice.

This woman and the skunk were not the subject of his brief and very strange dream, a fantasy that made his mind speed along at sixty in a residential zone. This was someone he had never seen before and he resented the intrusion.

"Hello," she cooed seductively from his living room. "Will you come out and play?"



Monday, May 19, 2014

Rogues Angels ~ Goddessfish Tour ~ An Absent Mind by Eric Rill

Please welcome  author of An Absent Mind.

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An Absent Mind
by Eric Rill

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A riveting new novel from Eric Rill, author of Pinnacle of Deceit and The Innocent Traitor, is about a race against time. The ticking time bomb is Saul Reimer’s sanity. His Alzheimer’s is going to be the catalyst that will either bring his family together or tear it apart.

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Saul: My Last Place on Earth

It’s all unraveling.

Last night, I found myself somewhere on Monkland Avenue. I had no idea how I got there. I looked in a store window and saw my reflection. It took me a bit to figure it all out—like that the person in the window was a man, and that the man was me.

I didn’t know what to do. I glanced down at the bracelet on my wrist and everything— well, not everything, but the gist of it all came back to me. I am Saul Reimer, formerly a healthy, intelligent man, married to the same woman for many years, and the father of two children he loves more than anything in the world.

The key word is formerly, as I am sure you’ve already figured out. Because today—and I have no idea what day it is, other than it is really cold and I wish I had a jacket on—I am nothing, not a real man, that’s for sure. I mean, how can you be a real man when you don’t even know where you are half the time, and when you do know, more often than not, you can’t grasp the concept of your surroundings?

I felt in my pocket for my wallet, but it wasn’t there. All I had was my bank card. I spotted an ATM machine at the corner. But when I got there, I couldn’t figure out how to work it. A woman walked up from behind. I gestured for her to go in front of me. She smiled and said she was in no rush. I looked at the machine, with all the words flashing across the screen. My hands were getting slimy, and beads of that wet stuff covered my forehead. Why couldn’t she just go first?
Then suddenly, it all made sense. I followed the directions, but it took me a few tries to get the card into the machine with the strip the right way. I looked behind me again. The woman was fidgeting with her purse strap. Then the machine asked me for a personal identification number. The good news is, I knew I had one. The bad news is, I had no idea what it was. My brain is like a shortwave radio, mostly static that occasionally finds the station, but even then the sound isn’t always clear.

In a way, it will be a blessing when my mind is totally gone, when I am a vegetable, slouched in a wheelchair. Like many Alzheimer’s patients on Montreal’s West Side, I’ll probably make a pit stop at Manoir Laurier. Then, when Manoir Laurier can’t cope with me, or we can’t afford it anymore, they’ll ship me off to Belfrage Hospital, my final stop on this beloved earth. I’ll be there, incontinent, drooling, and incoherent—that is, if I can even manage to get a word through my blistered lips. And when it’s all over—when my heart finally gives out, or I contract pneumonia, and my family says, “Let Saul go; he deserves some peace”—when that happens, they’ll take me down to the autopsy room, cut my skull open, and find the tangles and plaques on my brain. Then they will be able to say with 100 percent certainty that Saul Reimer had Alzheimer’s.




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Eric Rill was born in Montreal and graduated from Cornell University with a Bachelor of Arts, and from UCLA with an MBA. He held several executive positions in the hospitality industry, including president of a global hotel group. His hobbies include trekking, scuba diving, and collecting antique carpets.  Eric has two sons and divides his time between his residence in Panama and international travel. You can reach him at his website at: www.ericrill.com

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Sunday, May 18, 2014

CAN A DOG HAVE A SEEING EYE HUMAN?


Posted by: Genie Gabriel

The romantic comedy novella, No More Poodle Skirts, indulged two of my passions: writing and dogs. The Cocker Spaniel on the front cover is one of my own dogs. Like Mr. Razzles in the book, he also has some vision challenges. Unlike Mr. Razzles, he doesn't know an inventor who can fashion him a pair of goggles that, um, correct his vision...

***EXCERPTS from No More Poodle Skirts***

When Maddie and Daphne returned to the castle that evening, Horace had a surprise. He had fashioned corrective lenses for Mr. Razzles from a pair of old driving goggles. 
With a great deal of fanfare, Horace fitted the goggles on the little dog’s head.
Razzles tipped his head one way and then another, looking at each human in the room. “Am I supposed to be able to see all this?” 
“All what?” Maddie lifted the goggles off Razzles’ head and looked through them at Horace. He was naked!
Had he been too engrossed in a project and forgotten to dress? Maddie took off the goggles. Nope, Horace was fully clothed.
“You might want to make some adjustments.” Maddie handed the goggles to Horace. 
When he held them to his face and looked at Maddie, his cheeks flushed. “I see what you mean.”
Then he disappeared downstairs to his workroom, muttering to himself.

AND LATER...


As soon as they burst over the drawbridge, the celebration began. Once again, Horace came up from his workroom to join in. 
“Let’s show everyone your new goggles.” Horace placed another pair of goggles on Mr. Razzles, then stepped back and smiled.
Razzles tipped his head and took a few tentative steps.
“So what do you think?” Horace beamed proudly.
“He seems a little unsteady,” the teenager, Devon, said.
“What’s different about these goggles?” Maddie asked. 
I don’t think things are supposed to be this way, Razzles said to Maddie.
She took the goggles off Razzles’ head and looked through them. “Ooh. Everything is upside-down.”
“But I thought--drat it all.” Horace took the goggles and disappeared down the stairs toward his workshop. 

WILL UNCLE HORACE FIND THE KEY TO PERFECT VISION FOR MR. RAZZLES? Find out in No More Poodle Skirts. Digital formats are only 99 cents at Rogue Phoenix Press or on Amazon.com, where you can also find the print version. 

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Welcome to the weekend!

Posted by Genie Gabriel


If you want to exercise your funny bone, give my novella, No More Poodle Skirts, a try--digital formats are only 99 cents at Rogue Phoenix Press, or on Amazon.com, where you can also find the print version. 

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.
***EXCERPT***
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. 
Her son glanced up from the television long enough to mumble a good morning. Linda considered her thoughtfully. “Very elegant. Where’s your interview?”
“The bank is hiring for a teller.”
“Ah.” Linda nodded. “Perhaps take off the hat and gloves…”
Panic niggled in Daphne’s stomach. The two accessories that had restored at least a smidgen of her self-confidence.
Linda smiled when she noticed Daphne’s obvious distress. “Well, maybe just take off the gloves to shake hands with the interview committee.”
Daphne swallowed. Perhaps she could manage that.
“Are you going to eat breakfast before you go?” Linda asked.
“I-I really couldn’t.” Daphne laid a hand over her belly. “Already full of butterflies.”
Linda’s smile grew wider. “You’re beautiful and smart, Daphne. I’m sure you’ll knock ‘em dead.”
Horror mixed with the butterflies in Daphne’s stomach at the thought of her interview committee keeling over dead when she stepped into the room.
“It’s just an expression.” Linda patted Daphne’s hand. “Try to relax and let them see how much of an asset you would be to their bank.”
With a shaky nod, Daphne faced the long, long journey down the hallway and through the front door, out into a world she really wasn’t sure she wanted to live in.
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Digital formats are only 99 cents at Rogue Phoenix Press, or on Amazon.com, where you can also find the print version. 

Friday, May 16, 2014

A CELEBRATION OF MAY





Posted by Genie Gabriel

I was so pleased to be part of A May Day Anthology, containing four stories written by Rogue's Angels. What better way to celebrate May than with good friends and good stories. Here's what one reviewer had to say about this collection of novellas: 

If you are in the mood for some love, some magic, and some very special animals...Step inside A May Day Anthology...
.........--Long and Short Reviews
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, lands in the midst of a May Day celebration he doesn't understand, assuming the role of Laird Sterling. There he meets Reagan Douglas, an illegitimate child of nobility, who is searching 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.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Rogues Angels Present Check In Day



It's Check In Day.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Finally finished second round edits and sent my manuscript Storm's Passion to my editor. Taking the week off from writing but I am working on character charts for Sweet Talkin' Sugar the fourth book in the McKenna Clan series featuring Lyn McKenna.

How was your week?

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Rogues Angels Present: In This Life Terri Herman-Ponce

Please welcome Terri Herman-Ponce author of In This Life.

Terri will be awarding a digital copy of IN THIS LIFE (Book 1 of the Past Life Series) to a randomly drawn commenter at each stop during the tour, and a Grand Prize of a $50 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.



In This Life, Book 1 in the Past Life Series
by Terri Herman-Ponce
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1.    What elements are necessary components for this genre.
You know, this is a question I’ve thought about for my other books, too. In This Life is suspense, with paranormal (some might call it metaphysical) elements mixed in with mystery. And I think there are certain things certain genres have to have. Like, suspense relies on conflict or fear or anxiety…tension that ramps up page by page. Something that makes you bite your nails. And mystery involves a puzzle that has to be solved. And paranormal? I dunno. Sometimes I think there’s some latitude there as far as what’s considered otherworldly. But in the end, I think the author has to deliver no matter what the genre. Do that, and you’ve got readers for life. (and I hope to make some today!)

2.    What expertise did you bring to your writing?
Expertise? Oh man, I’m grinning here because the truth is kind of funny. I took AP English in high school, which was a great experience, but I’d never really been interested in English. Or writing. Or anything where I had to put words on a page. At least, until I became interested in Star Trek: The Next Generation. That’s when I had this overwhelming desire to write about the characters I loved in my own way, and when I discovered the world of fanfiction. And that’s where I met my best friend/beta reader who inspired me to write mainstream, and that’s what launched my writing career today. I’ve been writing for, oh, about eighteen years now. And, yikes! Has it really been that long? Wow. So I guess you could say that Star Trek was the expertise I brought to my writing. How’s that for an answer?!

3.    What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?
I’ve been asked this in other interviews. And my mood of the day determines my answer.
J So here it goes. I’ve got a phobia about very long escalators. I’m not afraid of heights, but long elevators? No. No. And NO. I know there are people behind me when I ride one, but I still feel scared that I’ll tumble backward and all the way down!

4.    As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
I lovelovelove writing the Past Life Series, so my goal is to keep writing it because the stories (and the characters) keep filling my head. I see so many possibilities with this series. Suspense. Mystery. Passion. Paranormal. At some point I’ll branch out into something standalone related, but not yet. I’m having too much fun with the mystery of reincarnation and the concept of second chances to stop.

5.    If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?
None of them. Can you believe it? Seriously, I’ve got a major lustfest going with David Bellotti, the male lead. I mean, he’s total sexy yum to me. But to be him or one of the characters? Nope. To me, they’re as individual as I am.

6.    Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?
Actually, no. My best friend, who I met online through a Star Trek fanfiction group, also became my beta reader when I started writing fanfiction. And she’s the best thing that ever happened to me personally and to my writing. I trust her implicitly and, to tell you the truth, she’s tough on me! But in a good way. However, I’ve also got a developmental editor tucked away in my back pocket. You know, just to make sure…

7.    What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
The best advice? 1—write what you’re passionate about. 2—it’s not necessary to follow every writing rule. 3—except for the important ones.
J
The worst advice? Hmm. It’s not so much the worst advice as it is too much advice. It seems like everyone has thoughts on how a writer should write. Like writing the whole draft first before you edit. Or outlining first. Or having to get the first chapter perfect before you move on. But, over time I’ve learned that I have to write the way that works best for me.

8.    Do you outline your books or just start writing?
Wow. This question so totally fits in with the previous one! I can’t outline. Ever. I have a general sense of what a chapter or scene needs to be, but that’s about it. I write like a reader the first time around, but I edit as I do. I know sort of what the story is about, and have an idea of how it’ll end, but I have zero idea how I’m going to get there. And that’s what totally jazzes me when I write. I never know where it’s going to go. And nine times out of ten, I’ll hear a song that’ll spark an image or dialogue, and snap! I’ve got my scene bursting to be written. This happens most often with my character David. (Yeah, I know In This Life is written in Lottie’s point of view, but David took over right after I typed The End.) Anyway, because his voice is so strong, and because I love (lust for!) him so much, the scenes with him are usually the easiest to write. Oh, they still have to be edited, but they’re the ones that usually flow right out of my head and through my fingertips and onto the page.

9.    How do you maintain your creativity?
Believe it or not, I play games on my iPhone (can anyone say Candy Crush addict?). I also love doing Brain Games (check out their website and TV show on NatGeo—it’s the best), because it helps me find ways of using a different part of my brain. I need to engage in something that has nothing to do with writing. And when I do, it feels like I’m giving the creative part of me a rest. Kind of like putting my right brain’s feet up on the coffee table and taking a nap. When the ‘nap’ is over, I pick up my writing again.

10. Are your plotting bunnies angels or demons?
Guess what! I have no idea what a plotting bunny is! So I’m gonna Google it…hold on please…ohhhhh. So THAT’S a plotting bunny! Oh yeah. I have story ideas that spark to life in my head and don’t let go very often. And, to me? Absolute angels! David and Lottie, for example, are major plot bunnies because I envision them in so many scenarios and situations, many of which never make it to the page. But, and this is a big but (that sounded funny, didn’t it?), when I have a David/Lottie scene in my head that fits a story, I absolutely positively have to run with it. I mean, they’re my life. So, yeah. Angels. All the way. It’s what keeps my writing motivated and moving.

Anything else you might want to add?
You guys have been great, so THANK YOU for this wonderful opportunity to talk a little about myself and about In This Life. I hope your visitors found my interview entertaining because
 I sure had fun.





   
Hidden memories. Buried secrets. Resurrected revenge.
   
Psychologist Lottie Morgan knows something is wrong when she relives memories of a lover she's never had. At first she attributes them to fever-induced dreams. But when the fever disappears and the visions don’t, Lottie realizes something else is going on.
   
Then she meets Galen. Their first encounter is as intense as it is eye-opening, and his revelation that they shared a passionate relationship thousands of years ago in ancient Egypt entices Lottie into wanting to learn more about her past. Her decision, however, comes at a price. Galen may hold the answers but he could destroy the devoted, lifelong relationship Lottie has with her current lover, David.

It also could mean her death—again.
   
Someone is protecting millennia-old secrets, determined to keep them buried while exacting a revenge on Lottie for a mistake made a very long time ago. A mistake she could be destined to repeat.
   
Take a trip to mysterious ancient Egypt, where Lottie becomes caught between two lifetimes, two men, and long-buried deceptions. Hank Phillippi Ryan, Agatha, Anthony and Macavity-winning author, calls this paranormal suspense "Inventive, original and thought-provoking; this mystically romantic mystery will instantly intrigue."
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The restlessness I’d been feeling surged through me again, stronger this time, and I didn’t like the way it felt. Something seemed off, and I wasn’t sure if it was with David or with me. Remnants of last night’s sleep started trickling in, and then a connection clicked into place.

“I had a dream last night and I started remembering it in the bathroom.” I closed my eyes, trying to remember more. “I was in a room with a servant who was waiting on me. She was preparing me to meet someone. A boyfriend.” No, that wasn’t quite right. “A lover.”

I felt a tingling uneasiness as I said the word.

“A lover?” David asked.

I opened my eyes, saw David’s grin and recognized the bait for what it was.

I grinned back. “The lover wasn’t you.”

His grin widened and then faded away. “That still doesn’t explain your behavior in the bathroom. You looked like a statue.”

“I’m tired, David,” I said, sliding down under the covers. “ The human mind is capable of doing unusual things when a person is under stress, like when they’re sick, and the gods only know I’ve been feeling a lot of that these past few days. Forget about it. It’s not a worry.”

David paused. “Is that your professional assessment?”

“Yes.”

It looked like David wanted to say more but he got up and walked to the windows that overlooked the backyard instead. I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind but I knew him well enough to know not to pry. It always backfired whenever I did. So I let him have his moment, toyed with the toast, and then passed on it in favor of some tea. My cell phone rang as soon as I put the mug on the nightstand, and I answered it on the second ring.

“Tough night’s sleep, Lottie?” The voice on the other end was male and one I didn’t recognize. “You shouldn’t tell your boyfriend about your other lovers. Especially those you dream about.”

“Who is this?” I asked.

“I’m disappointed you don’t recognize me.” He laughed, the sound crawling over my skin like a snake over sand. “I’m the man you dreamed about last night.”


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Terri looks for any opportunity to make stuff up. She thinks anything that can’t so easily be explained is worth an extra look and often makes a great story. She loves red wine, scotch, sunrises, Ancient Egypt, the beach—and a host of other stuff that would take too much real estate to talk about. The youngest of five children, Terri lives with her husband and son on Long Island. And, in her next life, if she hasn’t moved on to somewhere else, she wants to be an astronomer. Terri’s fascinated with the night skies almost as much as she’s fascinated with ancient Egypt.

Terri is a member of member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America, and you can read about her at http://terriponce.com/.

If you love social media, you can also find Terri on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Terri.Ponce.Author and on Twitter at https://twitter.com/TerriPonce. Come visit. She’d love to hear from you!

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