Thursday, April 24, 2014

Rogues Angels ~ Check In Day


Delphi Greece


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.

I've edited through Chapter Fourteen of my WIP Storm's Passion and I wrote a chapter in the last two days. I'm hoping to have this book finished by the end of April and off to my editor.

Rogue Phoenix Press is getting ready for it's sixth year celebration. A Facebook party April 25th and 26th. Be there!

How was your week?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Rogues Angels Presents: The Maggie Ryan Mystery Series

Please welcome P. M. Carlson author of Maggie Ryan Mystery Series.


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Murder is Academic
By
P.M. Carlson

BLURB:  


MURDER IS ACADEMIC (Maggie Ryan 1968)
An Anthony Award nominee
Vietnam, assassinations and riots. In the spring semester of 1968, a series of brutal attacks draws campus women together to study self-defense and the psychology of rape. Graduate student Mary Beth Nelson struggles to keep the Lords of Death at bay by immersing herself in researching Mayan languages. Her new housemate, Maggie Ryan, has her own secrets. When murder strikes close to home, Maggie investigates with a little help from her friends.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

ABOUT MURDER IS ACADEMIC, A 1986 ANTHONY AWARD NOMINEE
Murder Is Academic treats violation of truth in tandem with assault and rape—true violations of person, mind, and body—and presents a cogent case for the inviolability both of persons and truth. . . . Maggie Ryan, statistician, proves that one can alter, but, in the final analysis, not suppress data, and that is the murder-mystery writer's dictum. P.M. Carlson has spent time in academia, obviously, but has emerged with not only a healthy attitude toward female scholarship but also toward the necessary inviolability of truth.” — Susan L. Clark, The Armchair Detective







 MURDER IS ACADEMIC excerpt 266  (266 words):
An upstate New York university, January 1968:
 
            Mary Beth jogged back for her shower with a sense of well-being she’d thought might never return, her body worn and delighted from the good workout.
 
            During semester break the gym was almost deserted, eerily vacant.  Shead her hand on the big gray door to the locker room stairs when she heard, faintly, the sound of a flute.  She paused, puzzled.  Mozart?  Here?  And proficiently played.  She crossed the hall and opened the door to the basketball court.  The sound was coming from high in the bleachers, echoing a bit in the vast hall.  Mary Beth untied the sweatshirt from her waist, pulled it on, and climbed up the bleachers.  Here the acoustics were better.  The woman flutist glanced up and then gazed into space as she continued the piece.  Nice tone.  A blue sweatband held back her black curls.  The music wound up and down, sweet and controlled, to its foreordained and perfect conclusion.  Mary Beth watched her take the flute in one hand and lean forward a little to perch her elbows on the back of the seat in front of her.  She returned Mary Beth’s look of good-natured appraisal.
 
            “Hey,” blurted Mary Beth, “you’re really very good.”
 
            “Thank you.  Glad to meet a fellow spirit.  Anima sana in corpore sano.
 
            Mary Beth pushed a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.  “Not so much healthy as thirsty, right now.”
 
            “In soul or in body?”
 
            “Maybe both.”  Jesus, what am I saying, thought Mary Beth, suddenly embarrassed.
 
            “Me too.”  The flutist stood up and added pragmatically, “Let’s go get a Coke.  I’m Maggie Ryan.”
 




P.M. CARLSON BIO
P.M. Carlson taught psychology and statistics at Cornell University before deciding that mystery writing was more fun.  She has published twelve mystery novels and over a dozen short stories. Her novels have been nominated for an Edgar Award, a Macavity Award, and twice for Anthony Awards. Two short stories were finalists for Agatha Awards. She edited the Mystery Writers Annual for Mystery Writers of America for several years, and served as president of Sisters in Crime.
Author Website  
http://www.pmcarlson.net:
Publisher Website:  
http://www.crumcreekpress.com/carlson
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http://www.crumcreekpress.com/shop/
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Sunday, April 20, 2014

MY FAMILY IS WEIRDER THAN YOURS...

CHASING RAINBOWS
by Genie Gabriel
Romantic comedy--rated PG-13


Many people are celebrating Easter today. When my sons were growing up, we colored eggs and put together Easter baskets. Occasionally we even got up early enough to attend sunrise services. More than a religious observation, Easter was a time to celebrate as a family, to reconnect with the beauty in nature, and to consider what in my life could benefit from a new beginning. 

As I've grown and changed, those three things are still important to me. However, family, nature and new beginnings are not limited to holidays, but are celebrated whenever the opportunity arises--often in nontraditional ways!

Rissa Madison's family definitely falls in the nontraditional category, as you will see in this excerpt from Chasing Rainbows.

***EXCERPT***

Rissa stared at the gleaming silver engine of the Spruce Goose, as fascinated as she had been when she was seven years old. 

She stood barely taller than the red and black painted wheels when Madelaine took her and Ryan for their first ride on the train. As she looked up at the polished silver body gleaming in the sunlight, it distorted her reflection like a fun-house mirror. Rissa made faces and laughed--for perhaps the first time since her father died. 

The chug and whoosh of the steam building in the boiler grew faster and louder, drawing her up in its rhythm. 
"Whoosh." Rissa moved her arms up and down like pistons. "Whoosh!" 

"All aboard!" the conductor shouted. 

"Got our tickets and some information." Ian took Rissa's arm and helped her up the steps and into one of the cars. 
They found a seat and settled in while the rest of the passengers boarded. When the train rumbled out of the station, Ian leaned closer to her and spoke softly. "The clerk at the ticket booth remembers a tall woman wearing a feathered hat coming in several days ago." 

Instantly, Rissa was on the edge of her seat. "Did they talk at all?" 

"The woman insisted her letter be postmarked while she watched." 

"Sounds like Madelaine. Was anyone with her? Did she seem upset?" 

"A smallish man with a pointed chin. The clerk said it sounded like the woman was telling the man what to do." 

Rissa frowned. Sure, Madelaine liked being in charge. But if she had been kidnapped and was now telling her abductor what to do, why didn't she just come home? She had to know Horace would be worried, especially when he received the ransom note. "That doesn't make sense." 

"No, it doesn't. Do you have any theories?" 

What could Rissa say without making her family seem any more unusual than they were? 

Excerpt copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel


Do you have a nontraditional way of celebrating--either a holiday or any day?

Saturday, April 19, 2014

MORE THAN LAUGHTER

CHASING RAINBOWS
by Genie Gabriel
Romantic comedy--rated PG-13


Just as spring in my part of the world has changeable weather, so can romantic comedies  have emotions besides humor, as in this suspenseful cliffhanger from Chasing Rainbows.

***EXCERPT***

Ian and Rissa paused at the castle only long enough to change clothes--or rather, to change into what Ian referred to as disguises. Rissa considered it torture. "Tell me again why we're dressed in these ugly uniforms?" 

"We don't want the kidnappers to recognize us before we get Madelaine safely away. So we're going to be birdwatchers."

She wrinkled her nose at the khaki shirt and slacks Ian had insisted she wear. "I didn't join Girl Scouts because I hated uniforms." 

"You look lovely. And don't forget the matching scarf and cap." 

Rissa didn't smile. "Are your disguises always this...um..." 

"Birdwatchers really do wear this kind of stuff." 

"Why do you get the binoculars?" 

"Because it was my idea," Ian said. 

The rest of their drive up the narrow, twisting mountain road passed mostly in silence. Rissa thought about her aunt, while Ian scanned the mountains with the binoculars. 

"Do you see anything that could be a hide-out?" Rissa asked. 

"Not so far--stop! That may be--" 

Rissa stomped on the brakes and Ian jerked forward against the shoulder harness. 

"Sorry." Rissa set the brake on the van. "What did you see?" 

Ian climbed out of the vehicle to stand at the edge of the road, pointing the binoculars toward a nearby ridge of land. "Come take a look." 

Rissa squinted through the binoculars. "I don't see anything." 

"Here, let me help." Ian reached over her shoulders and turned the binoculars so the sun glinted off something shiny--the window of a cabin. 

"I see it!" Rissa spun around, grinning at Ian. Then her breath caught. She was wrapped in his arms and he was staring at her mouth. 

He's going to kiss me, Rissa thought, as Ian dipped his head toward her. And I'm going to let him. 

She braced her feet and her mind as her eyes drifted shut. It's just a kiss. 

Yet as Ian's lips claimed hers, the earth trembled. The rushing wind lifted her high above the earth and his arms tightened around her. 

His whispered curse brought her back to reality a moment before they jarred against the ground, tumbling over and over down the hillside. 

Rissa grabbed at shrubs and protruding rocks--anything that came within her grasp. This was no sensual fantasy. They were crashing--perhaps to their deaths--and she wasn't through with life yet. There were so many things she wanted to do-- 

Excerpt copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel

Friday, April 18, 2014

SPRING IS PERFECT FOR CHASING RAINBOWS!



CHASING RAINBOWS
by Genie Gabriel
Romantic Comedy/Rated PG-13


April in my part of Western Oregon brought sunshine for a couple weeks, then a return to rain and cooler weather the past two days. Today, the sun is shining again--we've been having perfect weather for chasing rainbows! So of course I'm celebrating spring with an excerpt from my book of the same name, Chasing Rainbows. Enjoy!

***EXCERPT***

Anticipation hurried Rissa out of the office at five o'clock for the first time in weeks. It was just as well, she reasoned, since all her thoughts were on Ian MacGregor and she wasn't getting much work done. 

Accelerating her sedan as the hill sloped upward, anticipation flowed through her bloodstream. If Madelaine had returned, she would have an excuse to call Ian MacGregor. The man had disturbed her routine since she had met him and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. 

Once on the castle grounds, she pulled around the main house to the garages--then slammed on the brakes. A body was hanging in the net in front of her. 

Rissa rummaged through her purse for the can of pepper spray then slowly emerged from the car. She approached the net carefully, unsure if one of the neighborhood boys had been playing again or if they had actually captured someone up to no good. 

"I'd like to get down," the captive called out. 

"Ian? What are you doing up there?" Rissa circled beneath her fantasy man. How could he have set off Horace's booby trap? It was only supposed to activate if someone tried to break into the garages. 

"Rissa, watch out!" Horace puffed around the side of the building, carrying a metal rod with a cone-shaped sphere on one end, which he pointed at the net. 

"Whoa! Careful with that thing!" Ian yelled. 

"Mr. MacGregor?" Horace peered upward. "What are you doing up there?" 

Rissa and Horace stared up at Ian, waiting for an answer. 

"If you let me down, I'll explain." 

Rissa glanced at her uncle, then ducked under one of the archways and pushed a red button. The net slowly moved downward until it touched the ground. 

Horace hurried forward to free Ian. "I'm so sorry, Mr. MacGegor. I don't know how this could have happened." 

"No harm done," Ian assured Horace as he stepped out of the criss-crossed lengths of rope. 

"Well, as long as you're not hurt." With an absent wave, Horace meandered back toward the house, leaving Ian to confront a scowling Rissa. 

"Why exactly were you by the garages?" Rissa crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Waiting for you or Madelaine to show up. Horace said you could write me a check for the Pinto station wagon." 

Truth or cover-up? Rissa wondered. "I'll need to confirm the price with Madelaine." 

A muscle tightened in Ian's jaw as he drew a deep breath. He stared hard at Rissa for a moment then executed an abrupt about-face, tossing a retreating comment over his shoulder. "Fine. Call me when Madelaine shows up." 

Rissa followed Ian back around the garages to the front of the castle. His long strides carried him quickly to the Pinto, where he jerked open the door. Before he slid inside, he paused and looked once again at her. The sun broke through the clouds for a moment, shining through the droplets of rain, casting a rainbow across the sky, its bow coming to rest behind Ian. 

"Your dreams lie at the end of the rainbow." Madelaine's whispered advice niggled at Rissa through years of memories. She squeezed her eyes closed. When she opened them, both Ian and the rainbow were gone. 

Excerpt copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Rogues Angels Check In Day



Chiana Greece


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.

I've edited through Chapter Nine and started on Chapter Fourteen. Making significant progress.

How was your week?

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Rogue Angels Present: Almost a Bride by Sarah Mayberry

Please welcome Sarah Mayberry author of Almost a Bride.

Sarah will be awarding a digital copy of Almost a Bride to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.



ALMOST A BRIDE
by Sarah Mayberry

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Tara Buck has always been the good sister, level-headed by comparison to Scarlett, her flaky, impulsive twin. But when Tara learns her fiancé has been cheating on her with one of his school students, the orderly world she’s created for herself suddenly feels as if it’s falling apart. For years she chose the safe option, but from now on she’s going to live a little, stretch her wings…be a little daring. And if that means acting on the long-suppressed feelings she’s always had for Reid Dalton, then so be it!

Reid has wanted Tara from the moment he met her, but she’s always been out of bounds. Not only is she his patrol partner at the Bozeman PD, she’s also engaged. But then her relationship blows up, and Reid finds himself battling his own instinct to stake his claim with the finest, hottest woman he’s ever known.

Even if anything did happen between them, it would only ever be temporary - Reid’s a born wanderer, while Tara’s roots run deep in Marietta. So even if things are good between them, it seems their romance is destined to be short and sweet...

Tara’s twin sister, Scarlett, also has a Spring Brides story: look out for Second Chance Bride by Trish Morey. Details from montanabornbooks.com

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            Reid Dalton pumped gas into his GMC pickup, one ear tuned to the conversation going on between his friends inside the truck. Grant was giving Brett a hard time for missing an easy layup during the basketball game they’d just finished, and Brett was serving it straight back at him with both barrels. 

            Reid grinned to himself, feeling pleasantly tired after an hour of charging up and down the court, trouncing the Bozeman Fire Department team. The informal competition between the police department and the firefighters had become a regular thing over the past few months. Reid wasn’t sure which part of their weekly matchups he enjoyed the most—the rapid-fire pace of the game itself, or the inevitable shit giving and taking that occurred afterward.

            “You want to know my opinion?” he asked as the pump clicked off, signaling the tank was full.

            “Not particularly,” Brett said, which earned him a guffaw from Grant.

            “You both need to lift your games. Drink less beer, run a few more miles,” Reid said.

             Grant made a rude noise, while Brett gave him a one-fingered salute. Reid was still laughing as he headed into the gas station to pay the cashier.

            Then he saw the couple exiting the motel next door to the Gas-And-Go Mart and his step faltered.

            The girl he didn’t recognize, but she was young and blonde and clinging to her man as though her very life depended on it. Reid watched as Simon Garfield said something before kissing her in a way that left no doubt whatsoever as to the nature of their relationship.

            Damn. 

            Just... damn.

            Tara would be devastated.

            For a moment he was frozen as he absorbed all the implications of what he’d just witnessed. Tara had been planning the wedding for the past few months and as her patrol partner, there was precious little Reid wasn’t privy to. Like the fact that Tara and Simon planned on having the reception at Le Petit Chateau in Bozeman, and that Tara was limiting her attendants to just her twin, Scarlett, and that today she had an appointment at Marietta’s one and only bridal salon to pick out her wedding dress...

            Belatedly he glanced back at the car, hoping the other guys hadn’t seen, but they were both frowning, staring out the windshield at the sordid little drama unfolding in the parking lot next door. There wasn’t a doubt in Reid’s mind that they recognized Tara’s fiancé. They’d all attended the engagement party Tara and Simon held back in February.    

            Reid mouthed a four-letter word.  

            What a nightmare.


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Sarah Mayberry is the award-winning, best selling author of more than 30 novels. She was born in Melbourne, Australia, and is the middle of three children. Sarah picked up a love of romance novels from both her grandmothers and has always wanted to be a writer. In line with this ambition, she completed a Bachelor of Arts degree in Professional Writing and Literature. It took her ten years and multiple attempts before her first book was accepted. During that time, Sarah worked in magazine publishing and the television industry, contributing to the internationally known Australian serial drama “Neighbours” and co-creating teen drama series “Karaoke High”. Sarah currently splits her time between writing for television and writing novels.

She lives in Melbourne by the bay with her husband and a small, furry Cavoodle called Max. When she isn’t writing, she loves reading, cooking, going to the movies and buying shoes.

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