Monday, February 25, 2019

Rogue's Angel's Present: Tinsey Clover by Chelsea Flagg

Please welcome Chelsea Flagg author of Tinsey Clover

Chelsea Flagg will be awarding $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


Tinsey Clover
by Chelsea Flagg

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GENRE: Middle Grade

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INTERVIEW:

1.  What or who inspired you to start writing?
I’ve always loved writing. I was that kid in my second grade class always bugging my teacher to let me read my new stories to my classmates. That passion never went away, but I didn’t fully jump into being a writer until after my daughters were born. It was reading Tina Fey’s BossyPants that tipped the scale, I think. Reading that, I was fully confident that I could write a book full of funny stories! And, I did. My book, I’d Rather Wear Pajamas, was just that. Quirky stories from my life. 

After winning some awards and earning best-seller status for that book, I knew writing was what I was meant to do. So, here I am!

2.  What elements are necessary components for this genre? 
TINSEY CLOVER falls into a tighter niche than a lot of Middle Grade books. It’s an early Middle Grade, which means it’s intended for young readers who are ready for more of a challenge and adventure than picture or chapter books, but aren’t developmentally ready for the scary, sad, or complex themes that come with a lot of Middle Grade stories.

Creating a plot that’s exciting and fantastical without being too “childish” on one end, or too intense on the other was definitely a fun challenge.  


3.  How did you come up with your idea for your novel?
I wish I could say I was one of those writers who maps it all out first. I’m always in awe of people who can make an outline, but it’s so not who I am. That being said, I started writing with only one thing firmly in place: Tinsey as a character. From the very beginning, I fell so in love with little Tinsey Clover, I just trusted that her story would unfold itself. If you were to go back and read my very first draft, you’d see that it’s not anywhere close to the same story I ended with, but Tinsey was true to herself the entire journey.

4.  What expertise did you bring to your writing?
The best expertise any writer can bring to their work is research. And by research, I mean reading. If you’re not a passionate reader, you’ll struggle to be an exceptional writer. It’s just the way that goes. I read like it’s going out of style. I read adult books, picture books, and everything in between. It’s a great way to learn about what’s out there, what’s working and what’s not, and what’s exciting to me personally. Being inspired by other authors is a great tool. 

5.  What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?
When I’m not reading, I love hiking, singing, and I’m working on learning how to do a handstand! You’re never too old to learn new things, ha!

6.  As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
I’m excited to get pen to paper on a TINSEY CLOVER sequel! I’m equally excited to announce my intention to set up a service to help young writers publish their own books! Follow me for more information on that soon.

7.  If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?
Definitely Tinsey. I feel such a connection to her, and feel like she is me in a lot of ways. I thought of myself as a young girl when pulling inspiration for her. I’m still working on being as brave and fearless as she is, though!

8.  Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?
There are tons of fun scenes in TINSEY CLOVER. Here’s a bit of one after Tinsey’s left her village and makes an unlikely friend in a neighboring troll. She’s feeling surprisingly homesick, and the two of them listen as Tinsey’s people sing their nighttime lullaby that, to Tinsey’s surprise, the entire forest can hear: 

If only I could curl up in my own bed. I mean, it’s not like my bed’s anything more than a pile of leaves, but still. It’s my pile of leaves. I wish Mom could wrap me up in her arms and give me some of that lavender oil to strengthen me. Maybe she would even sing me a lullaby and rock me to sleep.
      “Are you’s okay, ’iddle friend?” Judder asks. 
      I wipe my nose and pat my cheeks. I didn’t realize I was crying. 
      “I’m fine,” I sniff. “It’s just, well, I’ve never slept away from home before.”
      Judder nods like he understands. 
      “Every night before bed, my family sings a little song together,” I say. “I know it’s silly or whatever, but every trealfur does the same thing at the same time and it makes us all feel connected.” I look out the cave entrance at the pitch-black night. “Tonight’s the first night of my life I haven’t done that.” 
      Judder sucks up a sob of his own. “Dat’s really sad fer ya’s,” he says. “I’s heard dat song before, id’s bootiful. You’s trealfurs sure does have pretty voices.” 
      “Wait, what?” 
      “You’s all have pretty voices,” he says again.
      “No, not that,” I say. “I mean, you’ve heard us singing before? But, how?” 
      Judder looks at me like I’m missing out on something really obvious. 
      “Da whole forest can’s hears yer song every night. It carries on da wind, ya knows. Helps puts us alls ta sleep.” 
      As if on cue, a very faint chanting starts outside. I stand up and walk to the entrance of the cave. Sure enough, I hear the tune we sing every single night before bed. It does sound lovely from all the way over here. I hum along even though my notes aren’t anywhere close to on-pitch. Judder stands up and walks to my side. He starts humming along, too, possibly even more out of tune than me.

9.  Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?
I wish I had time for that! As the full-time mama to three young kids, prioritization is a big thing. For me, writing takes priority. That being said, I definitely have my team of people who I can always trust to read my drafts and give me honest feedback. It’s truly amazing what someone else might see in my story that I’m too close to see yourself. Having extra pairs of eyes looking at my work can sometimes feel daunting, but it’s so rewarding.

10.         What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
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The best advice I’ve ever received is the same advice I try to share with every aspiring writer I encounter: KEEP WRITING! There have always been plenty of people along the way who discourage writers or convince them it’s not a worthwhile activity. Those people are lying to you. If you’re passionate about writing, keep writing. You will find so much power, self-awareness, and joy when you put your words down on paper. And no, it’s never going to be perfect. And yes, some people won’t care for your style or your stories, but that doesn’t matter. Write. Anyway. I can’t emphasis that enough.



BLURB:

Tinsey Clover is smart. She’s brave. Also, she can’t carry a tune to save her life. Oh yeah, plus she's an elf the size of a chipmunk. When her bizarre magical power grows in and makes her feel like a total outsider in her own village, Tinsey sneaks into the forbidden forest on a journey to find someone more like her. From trolls to dragons, what she discovers along the way challenges everything, and everyone, she thought she knew.

A coming of age story for early middle grade fans of Sarah Mlynowski, Kate DiCamillo, and Chris Colfer.

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EXCERPT:

We speed through the forest, zig-zagging between tree trunks so huge not even a giant could wrap his arms around one, let alone find the radius and diameter on the thing. The morning fog’s mostly gone now, which makes it much easier to see the little burst of reds and yellows from the wildflowers that grow here. The most colorful item around though is Aspen’s hair. Although, I must say, it looks less like hair and much more like a blue blur as he races ahead of me on his fox. 

Pretty soon, all the head honcho trealfurs come into view, sitting knee to knee to form an oval. At first, each of the trealfurs looks like a tiny ant, but they quickly grow as our foxes dart closer toward the council spot. 

Aspen barks sharply, and his fox comes to a halt right away. Of course. My fox, on the other hand, doesn’t even slow down, let alone stop. Maybe it didn’t hear Aspen’s orders, but I know better. This fox is just being cheeky, because that’s how wild animals are with me sometimes. It’s like they know I don’t fit in here, too. All I can do is hold on as my rowdy critter runs at full speed straight into the circle. Trealfurs scatter and roll everywhere, trying not to get run over. And still, my ride barrels forward. That’s another thing about animals: they are not always sensible. 

Tucking my chin to my chest, I let go and bounce off, hitting the cold green blanket of moss and leaves on the ground. I don’t have much time to notice how it feels to have the air knocked out of my lungs before my whole body rolls noggin over knees and shoulders over shins. Funny sounds pop out of my mouth that I have absolutely no control over.             

“Ooof! Eeef! Ouch!” And, my personal favorite: “AIEEEEE!”

I summersault straight toward Uncle Vondur, the King of the Bungaborg Trealfurs, forcing him to dive out of my way. But, I don’t stop there. No sirree. I careen right past him and into a large bush. Some might think rolling into a bush is a lucky thing, and usually I would agree. Unless it happens to be a very healthy thistle plant. Don’t get me wrong, the purple burrs on a thistle plant are quite beautiful, but just not so much when you’re rolling around in them.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Chelsea was born and raised in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado, where she spent countless hours writing stories. Mostly about cats.

In 2015, she published her first book: a quirky memoir for adults called I'd Rather Wear Pajamas that talks all about the journey through her young adult life that led to her becoming an author. It was an Amazon #1 best seller for five straight days and continues to elicit full belly laughs from its readers.   

After the birth of her children, Chelsea shifted her writing to the kidlit world. She’s thrilled to share her newest baby: Tinsey Clover. 

Chelsea lives in Boulder with her husband and three practically perfect daughters. Unfortunately, she doesn’t own any cats.

 SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS
www.chelseaflagg.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chelseawalkerflagg
Twitter: https://twitter.com/chelseaflagg
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/chelseaflagg/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/099672849X/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0  

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

Chelsea Flagg will be awarding $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2932

Sunday, February 24, 2019

#EditingByAngels


Editing by Angels

Rogue’s Angels would like to help make the publishing process a little bit easier. We offer editing, proofreading, and covers at a reasonable price. 

Rogues Angels have years of editing experience, starting in the 90’s. Please check out resumes at the Rogue’s Angels blog: http://roguesangels.blogspot.com

Editing plus proofreading rates are:

$150 for under 50K words
$250 for 50K to 100K words
$350 for over 100K words.

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Saturday, February 23, 2019

#Ella'sPleasure #HistoricalRomance


Title: Ella’s Pleasure
Twelve Dancing Princesses Book Seven

Author: Christine Young
ISBN: 978-1-62420-393-0
Genre: Historical Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4

Buy at: Amazon,


TAGLINE: Ella's Pleasure


BLURB: Ella's Pleasure

A WHISPER OF PLEASURE

Ella Hepburn Is an auburn haired debutant from the harsh Scottish coastline—a wild innocent to be seduced and tamed. A spirited beauty, she captivated Drake Montgomerie's jaded heart—while succumbing to the smoldering desire she felt for her unyielding suitor.

A WHISPER OF DANGER

In Drake Montgomerie's glittering world of money and privilege, young Ella discovered passion and desire could overcome everything she'd been taught to resist—entangling Drake, the heir apparent, in a lethal coil of aristocratic family intrigue. But grave peril would only nurse the sparks of a love that knew no limits and a magnificent ecstasy that would not be denied.



EXCERPT: Ella's Pleasure


“Come, let’s take this path.” He settled one hand on the small of her back, directing her to the left. “I want to show you something.”
She gazed at him with wide eyes. “What? It’s getting late, I’m sure The Duchess will be looking for us.”
“Trust me, she won’t have to search for you. Between my men and Scarlett, they know exactly where we are. I mean to elude them for a few minutes of privacy.” He bent close to her and whispered. “I want to kiss you and there are just too many folks here.”
“Kiss me? I like your kisses.”
“I’m glad.” Lord, but he didn’t know what he’d do if she’d told him the opposite. “This way.” They were strolling deeper into the gardens where fewer people walked. Privacy was what he wanted; this was exactly where he meant to steal a real kiss from Ella Hepburn.
“What are those noises?” she stopped and looked at him, searching for the source of the sounds.
He ran one finger between his collar and neck attempting to figure out what to tell her. “They are people enjoying pleasure.”
The expression on her face outlined by the gaslights amazed him. “Is it what I’m thinking?”
“I don’t know. What do you believe you hear?” He laughed inside at the joy he felt about this inquisitive lady.
“Well, I don’t think they are just kissing.” Even in the half-light he watched the blush rise on her cheeks as she covered her mouth as if she understood what was going on all around her.
“Remember our conversation about love making?”
She nodded her eyes huge with wonder. “In public?”
“My darling girl, can you see them?”
“No, but I now know what they are doing.”
“Hush,” he said, guiding her to a spot just beneath a light. “I’m going to kiss you until your Auntie finds us and stops me from having my wicked way with you in those bushes.”
He turned Ella and looking into her eyes, his mouth descended to meet hers. His hands at the small of her back pulled her close. With a surprised gasp she delighted him by opening her mouth. His tongue invaded with a primal urgency, creating a mercuric heat within. Tasting her sweetness and the honeyed depth of her mouth, his groan emanated from deep within.
Ella responded by wrapping her hands around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. Slipping her tongue inside his mouth, she met him with courage and passion. Her tiny feminine cry of surrender gave him confidence she enjoyed him. His hands slipped lower to cover her derriere and pull her tight against his pulsing cock, wondering if she understood the intense desire emanating from him.
He accepted all of her; teeth, tongue, lips, pressed together in an age-old rhythm. Taking her inside himself was heaven on earth. For a moment he pulled away, needing to see her eyes. Her face, flushed with pleasure, enticed him and his mouth found hers once more. Never wanting this to end, his kiss became urgent, and she responded with so much passion he wanted to bury himself deep inside her warmth. For today and this moment the kiss would have to be enough.
A sudden sharp pain shot across his back. “Stop this, Drake Montgomerie.” Another whack hit him in the buttocks and another. “Stop. Unhand Miss Ella before I let my sword slip from its hiding place.”


KEYWORDS

Historical, Romance, Regency, England

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Friday, February 22, 2019

#Tavia'sDeception #HistoricalRomance



Title: Tavia’s Deception
Author: Christine Young
Genre: Historical Romance/Regency
Book Heat Level: 4


TAGLINE

Tavia Hepburn resolves to see the world, but she never bargains on finding passion and love to a red haired sea captain.

BLURB

WHISPERS OF DECEPTION

When her father decides to send her to London for her season, Tavia Hepburn resolves to see the world instead. The raven haired beauty decides to disguise herself as a lad and find employment on a ship bound for Barcelona as a cabin boy. But she never bargains on finding passion and love to a red haired sea captain who rescues her from certain death. 


WHISPERS OF MURDER

For James Macmurra, the world is black and white until he meets a young debutante, who turns his world upside down. He’s unable to deny Tavia’s intoxicating effect on him. In a match tense with obstacles, unwillingness to divulge secrets, and unforeseen peril, irresistible desire and passion grows into undeniable love. James would risk his life to shelter and protect the innocent debutante who seduces him with her sweet love.


EXCERPT

The knock on the door didn’t surprise him. “Come in.”
            “Tommy here.”
            The sight of the cabin boy shook him to the core, and he knew he had to school his features as well as his surprise. It was important that he think this out before he revealed what he knew. 
            “Tommy. Tommy no name. Why is that?” He watched her stop midstride when she entered before she had the look of a cornered animal. “Nice name.” He drummed his fingers on the desk, trying to remember everything Seamus had told him about the new help and the subtle smirk in the man’s eyes. The first mate had meant to see how he handled this and was most likely laughing right now. Seamus was probably at the door listening.
            “Yes,” she folded her hands in front of her.
            “Heard you climbed the masts and handled the rigging quite well. Heard you were as nimble as a monkey.” His glance riveted on her hands, which were bleeding. He clenched his fists, his anger simmering. He knew he had to discipline his emotions, but in this case it was damn hard.
            “Yes, sir,” she looked down. It didn’t seem she wanted to meet his gaze.
            “Your feet must be really interesting. You can’t take your gaze off them. Look at me when I address you.” He didn’t know what to do. If he let her know that he knew who she was... Damn, but he didn’t have an empty cabin, and the only place he could keep her was in his cabin, with him.
            She wouldn’t be protected sleeping with the crew nor would she remain safe sleeping with him for the duration of their trip. The crew would figure out he was a she before she could blink, and they would want certain favors he wouldn’t allow with any cabin boy, let alone Tavia.
            He was caught in the middle of an untenable position. The vows he’d made with The Duchess had just been undone but not by him. He would not return her to London pregnant with his child. He wouldn’t. Or they would be married but not until they reached a port. Unless they made an unscheduled stop, that was months away.
            “Yes sir,” she said, looking up and biting her lip.
Her britches as well as her shirt were loose fitting, but he didn’t doubt for a moment if she bent over the perfect roundness of her derrière would give her away.
            “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked for lack of a better question and trying for time to figure out his next move.
            “Yes, sir.”
            “Do you know what your duties are?”
            “Yes, sir.”
            “What are they?” he asked, wondering what exactly she would come up with.
            “I’m supposed to wait on you and the other officers, and I’m supposed to take messages to various people and become familiar with the sails, lines and ropes and the use of all of these in all types of weather.” It seemed she’d memorized her words.
            “Good, very good, rest assured your only duty is to wait on me. You’ll attend to all my needs and you won’t leave the cabin unless I’m with you. Whatever happens I don’t want you climbing the masts. Seamus,” he yelled.
            “Captain?”
            “Hammock. In here. Now.”
            “Yes, sir,” the man said with a chuckle that told James his first mate knew the cabin boy was a girl, but what he didn’t know was that she was Tavia Hepburn, the debutant he’d been seeing, the one he intended to court.
James stared at her, hoping she’d apologize or tell him how sorry she was.       “Nothing to say?”
            She moistened her lips and his gut turned upside down. “What will your crew say?”
            “They won’t say anything. I’m the captain and they obey my orders as will you.” What possible motive could she have for keeping up this ruse? She had to realize he saw through her disguise.
            “Yes, sir.”
It didn’t matter whether or not she came forward, she was going back the minute they reached a port and he found a reputable captain. Then, perhaps she didn’t know he recognized her. If that were the case, she’d never say anything.
            “I don’t want to be seen as someone who shirks their duties, Sir,” she said, finally meeting his gaze. “I like climbing the masts. It’s fun. Been doing it practically my entire life, well trees, that is.”
            Tempted to relax a bit and let her get a taste of the work she’d face if he allowed it, he struggled with his next words. “You cannot go up the masts. That is not a cabin boy’s duties on my vessels,” he lied.
            “I misunderstood then? I apologize.”
            “You did.”
            “Captain? It’s Seamus. Got the hammock.” The first mate pushed the door open. “Where do you want it?”
            James pointed to the side of the cabin just over the bed. If she fell out, at least she wouldn’t land on the hard floor. But in my arms.




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Thursday, February 21, 2019

#CheckInAndShareDay


It's Check In Day.

Let's Make Fireworks


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 a good start on Piper's Dream and her pickpocket dog. Scheduled for May 2020. I'm hoping to have 58,000 words today. Ended up with 60,000 words. So for next Thursday hoping to have 75,000 words.

My story in the anthology series is done, the rough draft anyway.

I'm rereading Christel's story and adding at least one scene.