Sunday, October 19, 2014

Emotional challenges of being an author

How do I handle the emotional challenges of being an author?

I came across this question and it made me stop and think. You know, way back when I published my first book, I honestly hadn’t a clue. I just thought it was cool. Somebody actually thought enough of my little book to want to publish it. How awesome is that? Self promotion you say? Wait…what is that? Ohhhh, you mean I have to put myself out there now. As in talk to people. Pimp myself. Ruh-oh, Raggy.

So for me, the biggest emotional challenge…is self promotion. I’m my own worst enemy. There’s a little voice inside of me that says, on a constant basis, “You’re a nobody and you’ll always be a nobody.” And no, I’m not saying that to gain sympathy, but just to show you how I get from where I am to where I end up.

I’ll fully admit I’m flying blind with self promotion. I’m a shy introvert in a social world. Give me a good book or a sappy movie and a cup of tea and I’m happy. As an author and a writer, I spend 90% of my day alone, and you know what? I’m perfectly content with that. I was an only child to a single mother, who had to work sometimes 60 hours a week to barely make ends meet. I spent a LOT of time alone as a kid. I was what they used to call a “latchkey kid.” I’d come home from school, let myself in, and stay alone until my mother got home at 7. She could barely afford rent, let alone daycare, and we didn’t live near family.

Spending all that time alone makes me my own best friend. I really don’t mind being alone. I actually have to force myself to be social or you’ll find me holding up a wall somewhere. But being social does not come easily for me. The hardest thing I’ve encountered as an author? Is not letting those negative self-doubts eat me alive. It can be a killer. I tend toward depression and a single not-so-glowing review can sink me for days.

So how do I deal with the emotional challenges of this job? Honestly? I let myself feel the pain for a couple of hours, because I’m one of those who holds stuff in until it’s no longer healthy. So, I let myself feel it. That’s not easy, by the way. It’s far easier for me to deny the emotion, shove it down, and let it eat away at me.

Then I get back up and dust myself off. Because above all things, I am a survivor. I can do anything, and the only person stopping me is ME. So, I let whatever it is that’s got me down (lack of sales, currently) fuel me. It fuels that desire to keep trucking forward. You see, I have a dream. I know where I’m going and I know I’ll get there one day. So that emotional challenge ends up giving me a great big kick in the keester.

And yes. I am one of those annoying positive people. At least, I try to be. And only because I’ve seen the darkness that is depression. I have swirled that dark drain and clawed my way out of it, and I’ll never go there again. Ever. Staying positive helps. It means people roll their eyes at me, though. ;)

What about you. How do you deal with emotional challenges? 


Friday, October 17, 2014

Favorite #Hero Friday with @JC_McKenzie --5 Things about Lon Devlin, from The Shucker’s Booktique

TGIF everybody! Today I have fellow Wild Rose Press author J.C. McKenzie with me, introducing the hero of her latest release. 

Today, I’m introducing you to Lon Devlin, the hero from my paranormal short story, The Shucker’s Booktique.

1) Lon is a Tempest—a water sprite created by the God of the Sea to ride the waves and live by the tides. Tempests exist in simplicity without malice, yet they can be fierce when protecting their identity, the ocean, or loved ones.

2) Lon’s incorporeal form is vaguely human in shape, but thin as a reed and wisp-like as smoke. As a Tempest, he bends, elongates and curls with each roll and wave of the ocean.

3) Lon’s human form, the form he can only take during a thunderstorm, is tall and muscular. He has ink black hair and pale, almost translucent skin. It’s his eyes that give away his “otherness.” They’re swirls of grey, changing from blue to silver to green, like the changing colors of the ocean.

4) Lon hides his human clothes under the rocks off the shore so he doesn’t have to walk far naked.

5) “Lon” and “Devlin” are both names that mean “fierce.”



LON RIDES THE WAVES, LIVES BY THE TIDES, AND NOTHING CAN HOLD HIM DOWN, BUT WILLA MAY BE THE ANCHOR HE NEEDS.

Blurb:

After her fiancé dumps her and her beloved Aunt Jenny goes missing, Willa Eklund travels to Lobster Cove with a broken heart to search for Jenny while running her bookstore. When a mysterious man visits the Shucker's Booktique on a stormy night drenched in rain and covered in mud, Willa's heart melts under his stormy gaze. She wants Lon and the answers he may have, but he also has a secret. Can Willa trust him?

Lon Devlin is a Tempest, a water sprite who can only take a human form during stormy nights. He rides the waves, lives by the tides, and nothing can hold him down, not even a beautiful woman. When he visits his mortal friend, he discovers she's missing and her intriguing niece has taken her place. He wants Willa, but he also wants answers. What happened to Jenny?

Excerpt:

Thump! Thump! Thump!

No! She gasped. It couldn’t be. The banging on the front door of the booktique had to be a figment of her imagination. She couldn’t will Lon into existence. Why would he come back? Especially if he was involved. Unless…cold ice prickled up her spine…unless he needed to eliminate her to take care of loose ends.

No. Crazy thoughts, Willa. He could’ve taken care of her the night before. No, her heart hammered against her chest for a different reason. But it didn’t matter. The knocking on the door wouldn’t, couldn’t be him.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Could it? She clutched her hot mug in both hands and turned toward the doorway leading to the bookstore. From the kitchen in the back room, she had a clear view through the store to the front door, but not who stood on the other side.

“Willa!” Lon growled. “Wake up and let me in!”

Willa gasped and almost dropped her cup. The tea sloshed around and some spilled over her hands. It burned, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Somehow the air got trapped inside her throat. Why was he here? What did he want?

Oh God, let it be me!

About the Author:
Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance. 



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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Book Blast: Hell's Bounty by Kayden Claremont

Hell’s Bounty
by Kayden Claremont

Blurb:

Raven Hart, a succubus bounty hunter for Hell, is on a hunt. With her query in sight, she hits a brick wall, or rather the very hard chest of a giant sexy man. She might have lost the prize for now, but she's a winner when the hottie wants to get physical.

Marcus Dionysius, a Nephilim working for Heaven, has one mission—to prevent Hell’s beauty from stealing souls meant for the higher plane. But he soon realizes he’s met his sexual match. She’s naughty enough to tempt his senses, but her innocence means he can’t walk away when she needs him most.

Working together to discover who’s snatching souls from Heaven, they realize the true danger is falling in love.

Excerpt:

A giant of a man ducked as he entered the bar, paused, took off his sunglasses, tucked them into his jacket pocket, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. He surveyed the bar, then decided his path. Keeping his head high and his eyes skimming the people, he avoided eye contact with everyone.

She watched him. An undeniable current of electricity pulsed through him. Stopping beside her, he dwarfed her slight stature with colossal height, muscular build that showed through the suit, and an air of confidence that made everyone in the bar notice him. He signaled the bartender for a single-malt whiskey, neat.

Once the drink showed up, he cradled the glass in his immense hands, then nodded at her and took a sip of the golden liquid. Pure ecstasy showed on his face. “You waiting for someone special?”


Raven tried to fight the attraction arcing between them. “Everyone is special”

A smile crept across his generous lips, and humor twinkled in his mocha eyes. “I guess.” He took another sip.

Scanning him from head to toe, she asked, “How tall are you?”

He looked down at her with choirboy eyes and his smile widened. “Seven-five, give or take.”

Running her fingertips around the top of the glass she surveyed him once more. If Raven didn’t know better, she’d think he was an immortal, but she could usually sense them. Each immortal had a unique aura about them, a distinct imprint whether fae or shifter or undead.


About the author:

Kayden loves sexy, well-crafted stories of lust and love.  Her sensuous style drives the characters in lustful romps.

Her paranormal erotic novella, Hell’s Bounty is published by The Wild Rose Press.

She is a member of Sisters in Crime International; Sisters in Crime Toronto;  Sisters in Crime Toronto Executive;  Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers.

When she’s not at her day job she’s crafting more tales of love or spending time with her husband and children.

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Email at: KaydenClaremont@bell.net


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Friday, October 10, 2014

Favorite Hero Friday with Lisa A. Olech, author of Rock Solid

Hey everybody! Please help me welcome fellow agency author Lisa A. Olech. I've been mean and made her choose one of her favorite heroes. ;) Welcome, Lisa!

Who’s my all-time favorite hero? Come on, Joanne—favorite? Please don’t make me choose! I’m fickle. I lose my heart to a new hero every book! I love the gentle courage of Atticus Finch in To Kill A Mockingbird, the protective loyalty of Mr. Darcy in Pride & Prejudice, and the unending devotion of Noah Calhoun in The Notebook—to name but a few.

Speaking of heroes I’ve fallen in love with, I can’t wait for you to meet Maximo from my new book, Rock Solid. Maximo Vega! He’s tall, dark and hotter than the Italian Riviera in August! He’s a sculptor whose work out regiment includes lifting huge blocks of marble and getting sweaty and dusty as he breathes life into the stone. He’s passionate about his work, and is surrounded in a celebrity mystique that makes him larger than life. And he’s about to meet his new muse!

Here’s an excerpt:

Maximo Vega gathered his composure. He wore a black T-shirt, gray across the shoulders with dust, worn jeans, and heavy boots under a thick leather apron that reached to his knees. Hanging his head and bracing his hands on his hips, he was a study in frustration. The sleeves of his shirt hugged defined muscles of steely arms. And his hands…they were artist’s hands. Sculptor’s hands. Beaten by stone and scarred by tools. They spoke of years of rugged, blistering work.

He was tall. His shadowed jaw, rigid with anger, cut sharply against the tanned column of his neck. Maximo slapped the chisel on his leathered thigh. “I pay you. You find me good hands! 
Not idiota!”

“I’m sorry, Maximo. He’s gone. You’ll never have to work with him again.”

“Good.”

The great artist’s gaze slid over Emily. His eyes stopped at the white-knuckled hold she had on the large black portfolio.

He waved a hand toward her. “What are you?”

Emily’s throat slammed shut.

“A new intern possibly,” offered Dante. “She’s here from the Stoddard School of Art.”

Deep brown eyes the color of rich coffee, no cream, speared her beneath frowning brows. He flipped his hand toward the portfolio. “Come. Show me.”

Emily shot a look to Dante. He gave her a tiny nudge, like a parent pushing a frightened child toward Santa’s lap.

“Come, come, come.” He snatched the portfolio from her numb fingers, unzipped it and laid it open across a crowded worktable. He used the rag in his hand to wipe the sweat from his lip as he flipped through photos and sketches of her latest works.

“Nice. Hmm. No.” A nod for this one. A shake of the head for another. “Yes. This one is good. Good.”

He looked away from her sketches and gave her a hard stare before looking down the full length of her and back again in a slow appraisal. Emily released the breath she was holding.

“Let me see your hands.”

She held them out and he grasped her wrists and examined first her palms before turning them over. “Cold,” he said just loud enough for her to hear.

The smell of the heat of his body and the spice of soap drifted past her.

“Nervous.”

He lifted a quick eyebrow. “Good.”



ROCK SOLID is the second book in the Stoddard Art School Series and is available now!





BIO:

Lisa A. Olech is an artist/writer living in her dream house nestled among the lakes in New England. She loves getting lost in a steamy book, finding the perfect pair of sexy shoes, and hearing the laughter of her men. Being an estrogen island in a sea of testosterone makes her queen. She believes in ghosts, silver linings and the power of a man in a tuxedo..




Monday, October 6, 2014

Author Interview: Chyrs Fey

Hey guys! Please help me welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author Chrys Fey!

If you had to describe yourself, what three words would you use?

Auntie (I have two nephews.)
Creative
Happy

Who’s your favorite author?

My favorite author has always been Nora Roberts. Upon reading her first book when I was younger, I fell in love with her talent and style. She became my invisible mentor.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

When I was twelve years old and started writing toward the goal of publication, I considered myself a serious writer. Over the next several years I devoted my life to writing a series, which I later began to rewrite at seventeen. I hope to share this series with all of you in the future.

If you could do your journey to getting published all over again, is there anything you’d do differently?

No. I believe things happen for a reason, and that things only happen how and when they are meant to.

How many books have you written? Do you have a favorite?

I’ve written many books, including a four book series and short stories, but only two are published right now—Hurricane Crimes and 30 Seconds. Choosing between the two is tough because Hurricane Crimes was my debut at about fifty pages, and 30 Seconds is my first novella. I love the heroes and heroines in both of these stories, and the storylines for both are equally romantic and thrilling, so I’m going to have to call it a tie.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I am a plotter. I find it easier to plan out my stories from beginning to end so I have a clear path to follow and know my story is complete.

What’s one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you?

I had spine surgery at fifteen, which actually helped me to write about Dani Hart, the heroine of 30 Seconds and a doctor.

What’s your writing routine like?

I begin writing a new story as soon as I can and I don't stop until I type "The End" at the bottom of the manuscript. I usually do my best writing in the evening after dinner. When it gets late, and I want to watch my favorite TV shows, I shut down my computer and write in a notebook until I got to bed. The next day I type up what I wrote and continue where I left off. I always wait about two weeks before I begin editing, which usually revolves around 4-5 rounds for me. When I can finally read my story and appreciate it like a reader would, I pass it on to a couple of beta readers.

What makes a book great in your eyes?

A book with three-dimension characters that seem real, as real as my friends, is what I feel makes a great book. If the characters are poorly developed then I can’t relate to them or root for them. Vivid descriptions, so I can clearly picture everything they do and their surroundings, is also a must.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I like to play with my nephews, go to the library, read, draw fashion designs, and bake yummy goodies. 

How about some fun questions. Let’s do some favorites:

Favorite car? GT Mustang
Favorite scent? Christmas trees!
Favorite movie? Girl, Interrupted
Favorite dish/food? Pasta/Banana Bread
Favorite superhero? Superwoman
Favorite candy? Chocolate covered raisins


Blurb:
When Officer Blake Herro agreed to go undercover in the Mob, he thought he understood the risks. But he's made mistakes and now an innocent woman has become their target. He's determined to protect her at all costs.

The Mob's death threat turns Dr. Dani Hart's life upside down, but there is one danger she doesn’t anticipate. As she's dodging bullets, she's falling in love with Blake. With danger all around them, will she and Blake survive and have a happy ending, or will the Mob make good on their threat? 
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Bio:
Chrys Fey is a lover of rock music just like Dani Hart in 30 Seconds. Whenever she's writing at her desk, headphones are always emitting the sounds of her musical muses -especially that of her favorite band, 30 Seconds to Mars, the inspiration behind the title.
30 Seconds is her second eBook with The Wild Rose Press. Her debut, Hurricane Crimes, is also available on Amazon.

Discover her writing tips on her blog, and connect with her on Facebook. She loves to get to know her readers!

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