I received a very nice
surprise this week. I learned that the website Books and Benches, which reviews books,
is having a contest and I was just notified that SINCE ALL IS PASSING is a
finalist in the Romantic Suspense category.
For those of you who live in or near southern New
Hampshire, I'll be signing copies of my time travel romance set in
ancient Egypt, LADY OF THE TWO LANDS, at the Wilton Public & Gregg
Free Library, 7 Forest Road, Wilton, NH from 10 a.m. to noon on Saturday,
January 21st. I'll talk about how I came to write the book and read a few
samples from it. The book will be available for purchase in paper, and
for e-book readers, a discount code will be available to purchase the
book online at a special price. Light refreshments will be served. I hope
to see you there!
My suspense novel, SINCE ALL IS PASSING, was chosen as one
of a few books to be featured in a video produced by Books & Benches.
You can see the video here:
I'll be doing a book signing on March 18 at the Toadstool
Bookshop, Lorden Plaza (upper bldg), 614 Nashua St. Rte 101A , Milford,
NH. The event will begin at 3 p.m.and will feature my time-travel romance
set in ancient Egypt, LADY OF THE TWO LANDS. Three other authors will
participate as well, including Sue Coletta, author of MARRED, Nikki
Andrews, author of FRAMED!, and Patricia Hageman, author of a biography
of F. Marion Crawford.
Help me welcome my guest Maya Tyler, romance author. Today, she's sharing a wonderful article on writing seasonal stories. Check it out!
Writing for the Seasons by Maya Tyler
The seasonal books, taking place during Easter,
Thanksgiving, Christmas, might be written at a completely different time of year.
A book about Christmas could be written in the scorching heat of summer. A
thanksgiving tale could be written during an unforgiving blizzard. How to get
in the mood to write a seasonal story?
There are countless ways to drum up some holiday
spirit… Some authors may play Christmas music to get them in a festive mood.
Some authors may immerse themselves in holiday foods and treats.
I see the approach to writing holiday stories just as
I do all stories though. I write paranormal romance. There is never a season
for the paranormal. Whenever it is, wherever you are, a paranormal story is
composed through complete imagination. So take your season, imagine your story,
and give it life. Anytime. Anywhere.
My book Dream Hunter took place during a hot Chicago
summer. I choose summer, not because I wrote the book during that season, but
because it suited the atmosphere I wanted to create. In summer, with soaring
temperatures, I find it’s harder to think. I can be more reckless, less patient.
Hot weather puts me in a ‘pool and beach’ mood, not necessarily a ‘work and be
productive’ mood. It’s easier to react (and overreact) emotionally. Without
divulging any spoilers, the muggy, humid weather added to my heroine’s fatigue
and emotional state of mind. It helped her appearance come alive and added
elements of foreshadowing to my story.
Inspiration can be found anywhere. An author takes a
moment, a conversation, a fleeting thought and can convert it into an idea. I
often think my best ideas come from my subconscious thoughts – dreams – often
inspired by my real life circumstances. Like internal brainstorming. Some ideas
materialize into stories. Some ideas are put on the back burner. Sometimes
I do enjoy reading seasonal books, especially in the
right season… Although on a hot summer day, a tall glass of iced tea might pair
nicely with a Christmas story.
Tyler is a romance author, blogger, wife, and mother. She has a degree in
Commerce and her day job is in Finance. Over the past few years, she decided to
unleash her creative streak and get serious about writing. So far, she has
published a short story “Just for Tonight” in an anthology titledWith
Love from Val and Tyne,and
has written a few books. Writing mostly paranormal romances, all of her books
have a common theme–happily ever after.Dream Hunteris her debut novella. When she’s not
writing, you can find her playing with Lego and watching superhero movies with
her husband and sons. You can visit her anytime on Twitter, Facebook or her
website or sample her quirky writing style on her blog.
can find Maya on the web at the following locations:
Today my guest is Abbey MacMunn, author of TOUCHED. Help me welcome her!
inquisitive antique dealer Cami Wilson learns she’s the revered offspring of an
immortal mother and a mortal father, it’s not just her hybrid status that has
her all flustered. The title comes with her very own super-sexy guardian.
Joseph Carlisle has only one thing on his mind; his sworn duty to protect the
hybrid from those who wish her harm. Anything else would be complicated. That is
until they meet.
between them but there’s a problem—the hybrid’s
curse. Cami’s touch, skin to skin, proves near fatal to her and all immortals,
But the fated lovers discover her
curse is the least of their concerns when a friend’s deadly betrayal threatens
to tear them apart forever.
Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal, fantasy
and sci fi romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four
children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
When she’s not writing, she likes to
watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science
Joseph wore a faded, black T-shirt
which clung to his well-toned pecs, and hip-hugging, worn jeans. A silver chain
around his neck and two leather bracelets hinted at a ‘bad boy rock star’ image
that somehow didn’t befit his formal, authoritative manner.
Cami swallowed. Just her type. Not
that she’d dated many bad-boy rock star types, but still...
Among her disastrous relationships
to date were Bad-Breath Barry from the village Post Office, who’d been sweet
but oh so boring, and still lived with his overbearing mother—always a bad
sign. And Shaun, the prematurely-balding, assistant manager at Morrisons—a
total wet lettuce who thought himself God’s gift to women and whose only
interest was getting his leg over. Sex with Shaun had been… ahem, experimental;
what she’d ever seen in him escaped her now. But living in a tiny village with
the average age of its frail population working out at seventy-two, the
pickings were slim to say the least.
Funny thing was, she didn’t know
she had a type until now. And she was looking right at him.
Joseph scrubbed the back of his
neck and massaged his shoulder. She imagined those massive shoulders of his
were stiff as a board by the way he held them rigid all the time.
She zeroed in on the tattoo on
Joseph’s wrist and followed the thick veins snaking up his forearm. The way his
muscles flexed hypnotised her, quickened her pulse. The guy oozed sex appeal
with his Mr. Dark and Moody persona. If only he cracked a smile now and then.