AuThursday – Brenda B. Taylor

BrendaBTaylorSMPlease welcome author Brenda B. Taylor to the Clog Blog.  Brenda I must ask, what inspired you to write your first book?

Writing novels has been a life-long ambition. I wrote fiction stories in elementary school, but only after retirement did I complete a novel for publication. Both series, The Wades of Crawford County and Highland Treasures, came from genealogy research. The Wades series was inspired by my ancestors who immigrated from Tennessee to Missouri before the Civil War. The Highland Treasures series sprung from research into my Sots ancestry.

Q:  Why did you decide to write Christian/Sweet Historicals?

My writing is part of a Christian ministry my husband and I co-founded. I enjoy reading and writing sweet romances that have an exciting plot and storyline. I have a teaching field in history and enjoy the research, then imagining the circumstances of those living in the era I’m studying.

Q:  Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

The message I want to readers to grasp from my novels is—ordinary people live extraordinary lives, and I want to tell their stories.

Q:  What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both? Do you use mood music, candles, no noise, when you write?

I use a combination of outline and fly by the seat of my pants. Sometimes while I am writing a scene, the characters take off in a completely different direction from the one I have planned. I can’t do a thing to stop them. I like quiet while I write so my mind is not distracted and can concentrate on the story.

Q: Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

When I have writer’s block on occasion, I sit down and begin a scene in the story. Soon, the characters start conversations and the action begins. I may go back and edit then rewrite, but the writer’s block is replaced with all sorts of thoughts about the direction for the action in the storyline.

Q:  Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

I belong to a local writer’s guild, and they have been instrumental in encouraging my writing and helping me get established as an author.

Q:  If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?

If I weren’t writing, I would be looking for something else to do, piddling, and generally wasting time.

Q:  What do you feel is the most important aspect for all new authors to remember when writing or creating their own stories?

Let your imaginations run wild, because a storyline and characters will emerge out of the chaos. Sometimes our minds and thought processes are too inhibited by everyday life and expectations.

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

I love to hear from my readers.  Connect with me here:

Website: http://www.historicalheartbeats.com/

Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/JV31xY

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/rayburnlady/highland-treasures

Twitter: http://twitter.com/rayburnlady

Facebook: http://facebook.com/authorbrendabtaylor

Goodreads: https://goodreads.com/author/show/7203463.Brenda_B_Taylor

Tumblr: http://rayburnlady.tumblr.com

Google +: https://plus.google.com/u/0/104377029337086788786/posts/p/pub

Join me on Saturday as we read an excerpt from Brenda’s latest release Highland Ruby. ~Tina

 

Saturday Excerpt – Wayward Soul by Glenn Maynard

Wayward Soul front coverExcerpt from Wayward Soul:

“I bet you have your hands tied with twin boys,” Brenda said.

Wendy made a whistling sound, tilting her head forward so her

hair flopped out of her bun and hung where her face had been. She

then flipped her head back until her face returned, and her eyes

grew in size. “Let’s just say it’s a full-time job.” Wendy looked

down at the boys who were just sitting and giggling quietly in their

chairs as they played patty cake, unaware that the conversation

was now on to them. “It was an extremely difficult birth.” She

glanced over to the twins again as she said this.

“She almost didn’t make it,” Carl broke in.

“I made it, though,” Wendy replied. “They are identical twins,

if you couldn’t tell. Billy and Willy. The only way that we can tell

them apart is that Billy has a bottom tooth that is slightly

crooked.”

“They’re twins and you named them Billy and Willy?” Carter

asked. Brenda then shot him a look. His follow-up question earned

him an elbow to the ribs. “Isn’t that the same name?”

“No,” said Carl. “One is Billy and the other is Willy.”

“Yeah, but they’re both a nickname for William,” Carter said.

Brenda’s look evolved into a laser. She could not believe Carter

was having this conversation, but he just wanted to know the

reason they named their twins virtually the same thing.

“We don’t look at it like that,” said Wendy. “We look at it like

Billy and Willy are two different names, and you’re actually the

only one to challenge us on it.” She laughed a short laugh.

“Those names are adorable,” Brenda said. “Just look at them

playing Patty Cake.”

Carter watched them interacting, then said, “Hi Billy and

Willy!”

The clock in the room seemed to stop. Billy and Willy still had

their hands connected, but they both turned to look at the man

who just called out their names. Carter looked around at the

others at the table, but all eyes were on Billy and Willy.

He wasn’t even getting a smile out of the twins. They appeared

to be sizing Carter up. They were staring right into his eyes

without as much as a blink. Carter noticed that everything about

them was the same; everything, including their blue eyes and

blonde hair, right down to the bowl-cut trim. Head shape: check.

Eye shape: check. Body size and shape: check and check.

Personality: check. Hell, even name: check.

Nothing was different. Carter was a bit taken aback, and smiled

out of nervousness. Finally the tension of the room dissipated

when the twins smiled back at Carter. Their wide grins were cute,

but they also revealed identical smiles. Missing was the identifying

bottom tooth. Carter could not find one difference between the

two.

Join me next Thursday as we meet author Brenda B. Taylor. 

~Tina

AuThursday – Glenn Maynard

Author PhotoPlease welcome Glenn Maynard to the Clog Blog.  Glenn, I have to ask, what was the most difficult aspect of writing Wayward Soul?

This story is a sequel to my paranormal romance book, Desert Son. The most difficult part of Wayward Soul was figuring out where to begin and finding paranormal elements that would WOW the readers like in Desert Son. Then I had to upgrade the side shows that occur between scenes in order to keep the reader hooked. When I was able to create that WOW moment, I knew that I had created something special that would rival Desert Son.

Q:  Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Wayward Soul is what one reviewer called a “stand-alone sequel to Desert Son.” You can read the second book and survive because much of the backstory is rehashed during the sequel, but it would do you well to start with Desert Son, and as an incentive, the Desert Son ebook has just been reduced to $2.99 on all online platforms, so now is the time.Desert Son blb cvr

Q:  Do you use any techniques, tools, or aids to help you write?

My writing process has changed with each book. With Desert Son, I wrote every scene on an index card, and then methodically flipped the cards over once I completed the scene. Wayward Soul was more of a loose outline with a list of scenes on a sheet of paper. For the third book of this Desert Son trilogy, in which I just completed the first draft, I started with nothing. I just wrote and let the characters take me wherever they wanted me to go. I was lost the entire time, and ended up writing my biggest novel yet (over 100,000 words).

Q:  How do you make time to write?

I stay up late at night or write whenever I can in order to reach my writing goals. One day this summer I wrote while on the beach. I took notepad and pen with me. It was great for my weekly goal, but terrible for my sun burn quota.

Q:  Who has had the most influence on your writing?

I believe Stephen King has a way of creating total darkness and doing it more effectively than anyone I’ve read. He creates tension, horror, and fear like nobody else, and I marvel at his ability to alter human emotions with his writing. I tend to gravitate towards his books, and I learn from his writing, so I guess I’d have to say that Stephen King has had the most influence on my writing.

Q:  What advice do you have for other writers?

Keep writing books. You will find that your time will be consumed by marketing your books, but you also need to keep writing them. It may seem daunting at first, but you have to budget your time between writing your current book and marketing your published books. If there is any time left, then you can live. How many words are you going to write this week?

Q:  What books can we expect to see in the near future?

I have finished the first draft of my third book of the Desert Son trilogy. Carter and Brenda are just trucking along, but I’ve created a wild finish to my series. I still have a lot to do, but it’s shaping up to be just as intense as the first two books of the series.

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

http://www.glennmaynard.weebly.com/

https://www.facebook.com/#!/GlennMaynardFanPage

http://www.amazon.com/Desert-Son-Glenn-Maynard/dp/1612963129

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20505634-desert-son

Join me on Saturday as we read an excerpt from Wayward Soul. 

~Tina

Saturday Excerpt – Rob’s Rebellion by Margaret Fieland

Robs Rebellion 200x300Here is the blurb, followed by an excerpt:

Blurb

Colonel Rob Walker always does his duty, even when it means risking  shaky relationship with his family. When he’s ordered to bring the treaty negotiations between the Terran Federation and the Aleyni to a successful conclusion, he’s determined to do just that, even when both sides would rather he fail. How can Rob pull off a miracle and avoid a war, one where both sides could be destroyed?

Excerpt

“Laura? Carol? Where is everybody?” Rob drew in a deep breath.

Footsteps clattered on the fake wood floors. “Carol took the children to Fellowship. I didn’t want to go.” Tear streaks marked the dust accumulated on Laura’s face. “I want to go home. I don’t want to live in this dump.”

“This is home,” Rob grumbled. “I’m commander of this base. This is my posting. Why would you expect me to take us back to New Oregon?”

“You might have refused the posting.” Laura’s mouth formed a straight line in her oval face. “You can resign from the Federation Guard.”

“Resign? What would I do then? Come on, Laura, be realistic. I’ve got two wives and four children to support. We wouldn’t even have the price of tickets home for us on a commercial star ship” What the blazes would become of his career if he quit? His father’s sneering face rose in his mind. His father continued to predict Rob’s career would crash and burn. He clenched his fist. He’d do anything to prove his father wrong.

“Surely you can find other work.” Laura swiped a hand across her eyes. “Everyone here hates us.”

“For God’s sake, Laurie, I’m a fifty year old career colonel. The Guard is my life. My career. What else would I do?” Rob stomped into the living area and over to a small section devoted to cooking. “What the hell is there to eat around here?”

Laura shrugged and dropped into a chair at a small table. “Check for yourself.” She glared at Rob, her arms crossed over her chest. “You can starve for all I care.”

Rob pulled out another chair and sat opposite her. “We’re not going home, er, back to New Oregon, and that’s final. Relations between the base and the Aleyni are touchy enough. They liked Reynolds, and I arrested him for treason. The treaty with the Federation is up for renegotiation. If the Guard sent the wrong officer, the Aleyni could refuse negotiation altogether. I’m not going to be the one who is responsible for starting a war.” He was sick of defending himself for doing his duty. He was a soldier, blast it. He might not be much of a commander, but no one was going to fault him for shirking his duty.

“You’re being melodramatic,” Laura protested.

“Maybe, but we’re staying here.” Rob stood and jerked open the cold store, which held nothing but some juice. “Come on, we’re going to the market. We’ll find someplace to eat.” He extended a hand to Laura and pulled her to her feet.

“There’s nothing here and nowhere to go.”

“Not on the base, but in Aleyne City.” Rob pulled out his pocket comp and began searching for Restaurants, Aleyne City.

“Not until I wash up.” Laura glared at him and stumped off down the hall.

Rob sighed and lowered himself into a chair to wait

 

Bio:

Born and raised in New York City, Margaret Fieland has been around art and music all her life.  Her poems and stories have appeared in journals such as  Turbulence Magazine, Front Range Review, and All Rights Reserved. She is one of the Poetic Muselings. Their poetry anthology, Lifelines, was published by Inkspotter Publishing in November, 2011.  She is the author of  Relocated, Geek Games,  Broken Bonds, and Rob’s Rebellion published by MuseItUp Publishing , and of Sand in the Desert, a collection of science fiction persona poems. A chapter book is due out later this year.

Links:

Rob’s Rebellion on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Robs-Rebellion-Novels-Margaret-Fieland-ebook/dp/B0198UXBF8/

Rob’s Rebellion on publisher’s website:

https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/series/robs-rebellion-detail

Join me next Thursday, when I interview author Glenn Maynard. 

~Tina

 

Friday (Night) Videos – Rob’s Rebellion by Margaret Fieland

Please enjoy this trailer for Margaret’s latest release Rob’s Rebellion. 

Join us tomorrow for an excerpt from Rob’s Rebellion. 

You can find Margaret online here: 

Website:

http://www.margaretfieland.com/

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/MargaretFielandAuthor/

Pinterest:

https://www.pinterest.com/margaretfieland/

Join me tomorrow when we read an excerpt from Rob’s Rebellion ~Tina

AuThursday – Margaret Fieland

photo1Please welcome Sci-fi author, Margaret Fieland.  Margaret, do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

Unlike many authors, I did NOT always know I wanted to be a writer. On the other hand, I always told myself stories, and I was a huge reader, especially of sci fi and fantasy – I picked the then fairly new Farmer in the Sky by Robert A. Heinlein for my tenth birthday.

As a writer, poetry was and is my first love. I started writing it in High School and continued on, mostly storing it in notebooks which I piled in the attic. At some point, I started writing more, and eventually wrote a poem I wanted to keep, started wandering around online, and things snowballed from there.

Q:  What books have most influenced your life most?

I’d have to say Lewis Carroll’s Alice books, which I re-read every exam time in college. In order to help myself concentrate on studying, I would make an act with myself not to go to the library. Then I’d start suffering from Book Deprivation and re-read  my copy of The Annotated Alice.

Q:  Why did you decide to write Sci-fi.?

As I said, I’m a huge sci fi fan, but up until 2010 I hadn’t written any at all. That September, I decided to devote NaNo (National Novel Writing Month, which takes place every November) to a sci fi novel. In spite of my friends’ advice to plan out the book in as much detail as possible, I wrote  about a page of plot notes and then devoted the rest of time to world building.

The resultant novel (which I completed, along with 30 poems by a poet I created in the universe of the novel) was pretty much of a mess, but I found out about an intense editing workshop that

was starting in January and signed up for that. I think the whole workshop took six or eight weeks, but I continued to work on the novel through the spring and finally ended up submitting it for publication.  It became Relocated,  the first in the Novels of Aleyne series.

Oh, yeah, and I never intended to write a series. I fell into that, too.

Q:  What is your process for writing a book? For example, are you a plotter or a pantzer? Do you start at page 1 and write your book sequentially or do you skip around? Do you start with your characters or the plot?

First of all, I’m by nature very sequential, to the point that when we still went to video stores for movies, I’d never get to watch the movies at end of the  alphabet because I always started looking at the A’s, that is, until I noticed I’d missed one of the Star Trek movies and started alternating looking backwards from the Z’s; then I only missed the M’s and N’s {grin}.  Left to my own devices, I start writing from the beginning, write the first draft straight through to the end, then stop.  This is not entirely true of some bits of some of the later Aleyne novels, where I ended up writing some of the scenes as homework for online classes.

Anyway,   I usually start with the characters and the initial situation. I plan the beginning, the end, and the major plot points. Sometimes I sketch out the first quarter or third of the novel’s plot in more detail, but in general, I’m planning in more detail a couple of scenes in front of where I’m writing. I generally have a good idea of what will happen (or what I want to happen) but not how. For example, in Rob’s Rebellion, the latest Aleyne novel, I knew how I wanted the conflict between the Federation and the Aleyni to be resolved, but I had no idea how I would pull it off until I was writing the end of the novel.

Q:  Would you tell us your story of getting “the call?”

The first novel I wrote (it was long ago accepted by a small print house, but has yet to appear) I wrote in response to the death of a friend’s wife and children in a tragic fire. Long after the event, it still haunted me, and I ended up writing a story about a little boy who loses his mother in a fire. I wrote the first draft in a weekend, but at that point I didn’t know much about how to structure and write fiction, and I spent the next year and a half learning. Among other things, I complete the Institute of Children’s Literature course. At that point, I started revising it, and eventually had it accepted for publication.

Q:  What was the most exciting thing that happened to you after you signed your contract – besides receiving your first check as a published author?

Realizing that other people actually wanted to read what I wrote.

Q:  If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?

Spending more time playing music. I play the flute and the piccolo, but I don’t have much time to spare for it now.

Q:  What is on tap for the rest of 2016?

I’m working on another Aleyne novel, a prequel to the series this time. Some friends and I are hoping to put together another poetry collection, and I have a fantasy novel I want to get back to. And I’m hoping that my chapter book will finally be published.

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

My Website:

http://www.margaretfieland.com/

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/MargaretFielandAuthor/

Pinterest:

https://www.pinterest.com/margaretfieland/

Join me tomorrow when we preview the trailer for Rob’s Rebellion.

~Tina

Saturday Sexcerpt – Seduction in Seville by Olivia Night

Seduction in SevilleHere is a great excerpt from Seduction in Seville, The Men of FTI Book 2:

“And then I realized it wasn’t just about what you needed. It was about what I needed. I needed you and to be there for you. To see you through it. And I could’ve found you, but…I didn’t. I stayed away.”

“Why?” she whispered.

He looked down at her then. “Because I knew Madison. I knew.” As if this were an entirely understandable explanation.

“You knew what, Patrick?”

He stared at her, unblinking, and then said, “That you were mine.”

She stood there, stunned, as he moved his hands from her hips to around her body so his hands were resting lightly on her back. Her hands went up to his chest as if to push him away.

“Patrick, that’s…that’s…” She didn’t know how to finish her sentence.

“Why did you stay with me?”

She furrowed her brows.

“You were with me every day I was in the hospital. Even when I didn’t know you were there, you were. Why?”

“Because…because you helped me,” she lied.

“Bullshit. Madison, why did you stay with me?”

She shook her head and avoided his gaze. His hand came up to her chin and directedher gaze back to his. He eyes bore in to hers as she felt a hum go through her entire body. Slowly, keeping his gaze locked to hers, his hand at her chin, his head descended toward hers. Her hands, instead of pushing him away, gripped handfuls of his shirt. She was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. He stopped just before his lips touched hers. He rubbed his mouth back and forth over her lips. Then, he whispered, “Because you knew it, too.”

And then he kissed her. It was delicate and light. He was doing that for her. She felt her hands pull at him, trying to get him closer. He took that as a cue and deepened the kiss, tilting her head with his hand, his other coming up to cup her face softly. She moved her arms and wrapped them up and around so that they lay on his shoulder blades. He suddenly gripped her head tighter and forced her mouth open with his tongue. As soon as their tongues met, it was as if something ignited. He quickly backed her into the wall and kissed her deeper. The only thing she could do was respond. So she did. She kissed him back as if they were at war, but she knew he would win. Madison wanted him to win. His right hand grabbed her thigh and hitched it up over his hip. He pushed himself deeper. She could feel him, all of him. And she really liked it. So she froze.

He began to pull back, but Madison wasn’t panicking. Not at all. She was shocked by how her body felt. His hands came up to cradle her face as he slowed things down to an almost lazy pace. And when he stopped, she found she had a hard time opening her eyes. When she did, he was looking down at her, smiling in a way she had never seen. And she knew that was the only smile she’d ever wanted to see ever again.

He laid his forehead against hers as they caught their breath. She watched as Patrick’s gaze bore into hers. She had so many thoughts flying through her head that she couldn’t grasp even one. His thumb was sweeping back and forth over her bottom lip as she stared at him.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice little more than a growl.

She nodded. And dammit, she liked the word baby in his voice. He watched her for a beat and then moved, turning his back to her as he went to his new bedroom, hitting the light switch off.

Seduction in Seville will be released on Feb 1st!