AuThursday – Christina Lynn Lambert

christina-lynn-lambert-author-bio-pic.jpgPlease welcome author Christina Lynn Lambert to the Clog Blog!  Christina, can you tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I didn’t originally plan on being a writer. I went to school for psychology and then got an MBA. I worked in sales, then as a case manager for people with disabilities. I was also a running coach and a personal trainer. I liked to write poetry and short stories in my spare time but considered any writing I did just a fun hobby, not something to ever share. When I was studying to take a certification in personal training, intending to take my small business to the next level, I had this idea for a story. The idea wouldn’t leave me alone until I began to write it out in my composition notebook. 

Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. I look forward to writing many more stories with strong heroines and imperfect but determined characters. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two daughters, and a sweet, hairy monster of a dog. 

Where do your ideas come from?

For me, the ideas always begin with the characters. I create heroes and heroines who have survived tragedies, who have made mistakes but haven’t lost their humanity. Working in sales and other hectic jobs helped me see the uglier side of human nature. The greedy, lost, warped out villains I create are often caricatures created from different interactions I’ve observed.

What genre are your books and what draws you to this genre?

The books I have written so far are a paranormal romance with a major suspense element. I like the paranormal genre because I can bend reality to create a strange, extraordinary version of our world. I add a dose of suspense to everything I write because I have always loved to read stories that keep me wondering what will happen next.

How do you make time to write? 

It’s hard to find the time I need to go into the deep concentration mode it takes to create the plotline for a story and write the first draft. My kids interrupt me repeatedly even though they can clearly see me at the computer, either lost in thought with my head in my hands because an idea is evading me or I’m trying to push a pen across paper or type as fast as the words are forming in my mind. I try to manage my writing time carefully and use moments where I am doing something solitary like going for a run or taking a shower to reflect on ideas. 

Do you ever get Writer’s Block?

When I get stuck in writer’s block hell, I try to do something else other than stare at a blank page. Often, I’ll work on another book or poem when I can’t figure out how to move forward on a current work in progress. Sometimes I fall into the procrastination trap and avoid the writer’s block issue by cleaning my whole house, reading a book, or watching something on Netflix.   

How did you deal with Rejection Letters if you received any? 

Rejection is all part of the process. The first book I wrote received a rejection but the letter I received had some really helpful suggestions on how to make the book better and I used those suggestions. The rude rejection letters that basically say “thanks but no thanks, your work is trash” aren’t fun for anyone to receive and I recommend not taking that kind of thing personally. After any type of rejection, I look at my work again to see if there’s anything I can do to improve the manuscript and after changes are made, I start sending it out again elsewhere. 

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert?  How does this affect your work? 

I’m probably closer to being an introvert. I’m not really shy but I am quiet, though I find that works out alright for me. I get a lot of story ideas just by observing the ordinary things people do and how they do them, then I ask myself how those people would react if something amazing or catastrophic happened right then and there.  

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Joining writers’ groups can help put aspiring writers in touch with people who can share great advice on writing, publishing, and marketing. Joining groups, whether online or locally also helps writers connect with one another, which can make the writing journey seem less daunting and isolated. I also suggest reading books about all aspects of the writing process, including marketing. Take writing classes if you can. Most importantly, don’t give up. 

There are days when I want to throw my computer out the window because I’ve rewritten the same sentence twenty-five times and can’t think of what should happen next in the story. When this happens, I take a step back, maybe work on a different story or find any number of other ways to distract myself. Every stage of writing has the potential to be hard or overwhelming, but don’t stop writing. Even when you’re faced with piles of rejection letters, keep writing! 

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/christinalynnlambert

WordPress: https://christinalynnlambertwordpress.com 

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/chris4lamb

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15900423.Christina_Lynn_Lambert 

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Christina-Lynn-Lambert/e/B01MCYK0K7

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/christinalynnlambert

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

I would love to share an excerpt from steamy, suspenseful paranormal romance, Bear’s Edge, which is book 2 in my Stranger Creatures series.

Bear's Edge-sc-Amazon-NEWWhat is it about Grant? Looking at the man beside her was no hardship; that was for damn sure. He had the tall, broad body of a heavyweight UFC fighter, but he never used his size to intimidate the people around him. Shayla wanted to sweep his wavy, slightly shaggy dark hair out of his gorgeous brown eyes. His dark hair and eyes complemented his bronze skin. He was hot, in a serious, dangerous kind of way. But in the two and a half years he had worked for her, she had hardly learned anything about him. 

The waitress at the popular nature-themed restaurant, the Greenhouse Effect, showed them to their table. The plants growing around all the walls and columns made the place look like a wild garden. The smell of lavender and jasmine mixed with the delicious scents drifting from the kitchen. She tried not to drool, but breakfast seemed like eons ago. Shayla sat next to Sydney and across from Grant. A too-tall centerpiece of yellow-and-purple flowers blocked most of her view. Being short occasionally sucked. Grant moved the centerpiece to the side and gave her a shy smile. His smile made her want answers, among other things. 

She knew he was from New Jersey and had gone to school in Wisconsin before moving to Richmond, Virginia, to work with Brook’s Comprehensive, a huge company that did everything from urban development projects to financial management for celebrities and politicians. 

“Why do you want to make such a big change from a large corporation to a simple start-up company?” she’d asked him in the interview. 

“Honestly?” He had paused then, the question hanging. 

“Yes,” she’d assured him. She’d take honesty over smooth-faced, calculated interview answers any day. 

“I want to live somewhere I can have a house and some land. Maybe spend more time outside. Also, I want a job where I can do more than just run numbers for projects where I never see the outcome.” 

The last part had seemed to come as a surprise to him. Maybe he hadn’t really known he wanted something more than a change of scenery until he had said it out loud. 

His answer had been simple and honest instead of a long, drawn-out elaboration about the projected success of new companies in the area or an extensive list of projects he had helped to fruition. She could look at his résumé for those kinds of details. He had wanted to be there, so she’d hired him. Simple as that—after a clean background check and drug screening, of course. 

Grant the mystery man—a delicious mystery Shayla would like to unravel, piece by piece, layer by layer. Ah, but I can’t. I’m his boss. In a different lifetime, if we didn’t have the whole boss-employee obstacle going on…. No harm in looking, though, just a little, since he sat so close. She promised herself to keep her thoughts G-rated—okay, maybe PG-13. Grant had a talent with numbers and paid attention to detail. Also, he was a little shy and standoffish to a lot of people when it came to anything other than work. Shayla wondered where he sometimes went in his head, because, every now and then, his smile slipped from his face, just for a second, before being replaced with one a little harder. None of my business, she reminded herself. 

She had really wanted to hug him this morning after seeing him so frustrated but decided it might be wiser and more appropriate to show him there were a few people on his side. Seeing him break things and try to be all strong and humorous about it made Shayla want to unravel the Grant mystery even more. It kind of hurt to watch him pretending to be fine, but all she could offer him was lunch and good conversation. Hopefully, Mr. Strong and Silent—Sydney called him that sometimes, although never to his face—knew Shayla and Sydney cared. And Shayla did care. Because he’s a friend. Just a friend. 

Grant raised his soda in a toast. “To things not being worse,” he announced with a rueful half-smile. “And, uh”—he cleared his throat—“to good company.” He nodded at Sydney, and when he met Shayla’s gaze, he held it. In his dark eyes, she saw hunger, wide-open desire, and about a million other things she couldn’t puzzle out. Grant looked at her that way sometimes, and she did her best to ignore it. He might have a small crush on her, or he could have a thing for petite, small-breasted girls possessing a great fashion sense. 

Sydney broke the silence. “To good food and even better friends.” She clinked Grant’s glass, and Shayla came back to reality and smiled, pretending she wasn’t experiencing several different kinds of inappropriate thoughts and feelings for a sexy, complicated man who was her employee and also her friend. She needed to behave and remember things could never go any further than a panty-melting gaze.

 

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AuThursday – Gabbi Grey

FTLOFM GG BannerPlease welcome Gabbi Grey to the Clog Blog!  Let’s dive right into it, shall we? Gabbi, tell us a little about yourself and your background.

I work for the government by day and write by night.

How do you make time to write?

Fortunately, I have a nice long commute and try to fit in some writing every trip.  Also, my little dog is my only familial commitment so I have more time to dedicate to writing and editing than if I had children or aging parents.  I have great admiration for writers with multiple responsibilities who manage to fit writing into a busy life.

Do you believe in writer’s block? 

I have a mental illness and there are times when writing is very difficult.  As for writer’s block, I sometimes have to move on to another project for a break.

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it. 

I studied English and Theatre in university so had plenty of exposure to literary fiction.  When I started writing, though, I discovered I had to give my characters a happy ending.  I’ve been writing romances ever since.  I also read romance, reveling in the guaranteed happily ever after.

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)

Currently, I am traditionally published.  I’ve been fortunate to find homes for my short romantic stories.  I am hoping to soon publish a full-length book.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert? How does this affect your work?

I am an introvert through and through.  My biggest challenge is attending writer conferences and interacting with other writers and industry professionals.  I put on my best face and try to make the most of the opportunities.  Networking can be an important part of the business but also the most challenging for someone like myself.

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

“Writing a book, just like building a library, is an act of sheer defiance. It is a declaration that you believe in the persistence of memory.” Susan Orlean author of The Library Book

What advice would you give to aspiring writers? 

Persistence and a good editor.  I have been writing seriously for almost six years but only when I started working with a freelance editor did I really begin learning the craft.  I’m a much better writer because of finding the right person to work with.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share?

Genre: Erotic Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

Excerpt from For the Love of Max:Max cover

Procrastinating was getting him nowhere. She was either home or she wasn’t. She was either going to kick him off her property or she wasn’t. She was either going to let him in or she wasn’t.

Wiping his damp palms against his jeans, he sauntered up the steps and knocked.

The door cracked, but the safety chain prevented it from opening fully. He glimpsed a veil of long, black hair.

“Maxine?” She squinted. Damn. The sun behind him was bright in her eyes, casting him in deep shadows.

“It’s Dodge. Remember me? I brought you home after the company Christmas party?” After Garth got wasted and abandoned you? Happy to step in, Dodge had driven her home, trying not to look at her gorgeous legs encased by her tight silver skirt and sheer pantyhose. Red-blooded man he was, he’d adjusted himself when she looked away and had done his best to hide his erection when escorting her to the door.

“Wait.” Say something that’ll keep her talking.

“I—”

The door closed, opening a moment later.

Dodge was a sucker for sun-kissed light-brown skin, wavy long black hair, almond-shaped dark-brown eyes, soft cheekbones, and a pert nose. The bangs were new as was the yellowing bruise on her cheek.

Damn.

Ducking her head, Maxine’s hand shot to the bruise.

He gently touched her chin, and when she didn’t recoil, he tipped it, forcing her gaze to his. “The man is an animal. I’m not like him.”

The smile was tentative. “I know.” Soft words, replete with meaning.

Not going to send him away. Yet. But he needed more.

Maxine extended her hand, which he gratefully took. The electric shock shot through him, so strong he expected a blue arc between them.

Her cheeks flushed, her gaze flying to his before lowering. She tried to pull away, but he held tight.

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AuThursday – Allie McCormack

AMc Indie Author-1200Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I’m a disabled US Army vet, living in sunny Tucson, Arizona with two cats. I’ve been a writer all my life… I remember hiding under the bed covers with a flashlight scribbling in a notebook when I was in 3rd grade… but I didn’t start “writing” ™ as in, writing a complete novel, until 2000. That was a life-changer!! In one month I went from “always wanted to write” to “OMG I can really do this!”

How do you make time to write?

Due to my disability, I have lots of pain and related insomnia issues which make writing challenging. So basically… if I’m lucky enough to feel awake, alert and kick-ass despite the pain, I write until I don’t. It sucks for having any kind of actual schedule, but in fact, it works out pretty well for me.

Do you believe in writer’s block?

It isn’t that I disbelieve in it, but I don’t really suffer from it. I mean, I do have phases where I don’t feel like writing, but block, no. I’m a pantser, so if I get stuck in a particular scene or the story just isn’t coming to me, I work on something else instead until I figure things out.

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.

I write romance genre; both paranormal and multicultural. I just love romance, and happy endings, and good things happening to people. I’ve never written anything else, and never wanted to!

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)

I’m self-publishing all my books. I like having the control… choosing the title, the cover, not having someone tell me what I can and can’t write. Mind you, I’m not *against* traditional publishing, and I’d adore if Berkely (who’s never heard of me) would suddenly discover me, right? LOL. But at this point, I’d need to be offered a pretty good reason (marketing!! Promotion!!) to make the change.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert?  How does this affect your work?

I’m totally an Introvert, also a recluse. I don’t think it affects my writing, so much as it does the marketing, ugh! Introverts may not get out there and mingle, but we tend to be very good at observation, which is all to the better for writing purposes!

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

You can’t edit a blank page.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Just sit down and write. Seriously. That’s the best way to learn. Yep, you’ll make mistakes but you’ll also learn from them. And mistakes can be corrected. But first, you have to write!

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

www.alliemccormack.com

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

Sure! This is from Wishes in a Bottle, my first paranormal romance:

“Come on, come on.”

Robert cast a nervous glance about him, hoping that no neighbors could see through the overgrown jungle that his sister-in-law had allowed to take over the yard. If this were his, he’d rip out all these stupid plants and seed it with grass for a smooth lawn. And no swings or sandboxes to muck the place up, either. He wasn’t having any more children to take his wife’s attention and keep her from taking care of her husband, who should have been her main concern. No, a brick barbecue was what he’d have, maybe a nice hot tub.

He struggled to fit the slim piece of plastic through the narrow space between the door and its jam. Everyone went on and on about how door locks could be opened with credit cards, but it sure didn’t seem to be working. Still, he was confident it wouldn’t be much longer. Alessandra was such a fool, so trusting. She didn’t even have deadbolts on her doors. Didn’t she know that a simple knob lock could be easily opened?

“Yes!”

The tongue of the latch gave, and the plastic slid forward, holding the tongue in its groove, and the handle turned under Robert’s fingers.

From the other side of the door, he heard a low rumbling. Startled, he straightened, peering through the glass window set into the door. Staring back, almost head-even with him, was the largest, blackest Great Dane he had ever seen in his life. Its great jaws were parted, the teeth frighteningly sharp and white. The snarls emerging from those open jaws were vicious.

The dog lunged, flinging its huge body against the door separating them. Robert let go of the doorknob and pushed away so hard he fell, almost cracking his skull on the cement step. He pushed the pain aside, scrambling back from the door, praying that the slender door jam would hold as the full weight of the beast hit it again, shaking the door. Robert thanked God that he hadn’t actually opened the door and that the kitchen door opened inward, not outward.

The animal ceased his lunges at the door and was standing on his hind legs, paws on the window sill, watching Robert through the glass. Slavering, menacing snarls crescendoed to loud, ferocious barking, the dog’s eyes fixed on him with murderous intent.

Robert picked himself up from the ground and ran for his car. Who would have thought that such a frivolous, irresponsible woman would keep such a dangerous animal? Robert reached his car, almost falling into the driver’s seat in his haste to reach safety, not breathing easily until the door was safely shut. His hands were shaking and he fumbled with the keys, fingers trembling as he found the right one and fit it into the ignition. He backed out of the driveway, aimed the car down the road and headed out of there in a screech of burned rubber. If he never came to this house again in his life, it would be too soon.

Back in the house, Julian dropped onto all fours and padded into the living room. Now that the intruder had been repulsed, the danger of invasion that had brought the canine’s instincts to the fore, Julian was in complete control of the animal body he had inhabited. Stopping to sniff the books on the coffee table, and drawing in Alessandra’s scent on her sofa, her easy chair, the shawl she had left draped on one corner of the bookshelf, he found he was rather enjoying the experience. It was rather cool, in fact.

He walked about the house, experiencing the long, easy strides of the Great Dane, his toenails clicking on the polished wood floors. He paused in front of the television. The morning news that had just come on when Robert had shown up was over by now, but there would be more. He curled his massive body up on the hearth-rug before the fireplace, feeling a bit awkward managing the unaccustomed long limbs, but he achieved a comfortable position finally and laid his head on his outstretched paws. His doggy self heaved a sigh and prepared to snooze, even while he kept an eye on the television. This was definitely nice.

His jaws parted and his tongue lolled out as he laughed to himself, wondering what Alessandra would think if she came home to a large, black Great Dane that evening.

 

AuThursday – Anna Brooklyn

Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I love to give readers the thrill of a steamy love story. My background is in graphic design but I always secretly wanted to be an author. Writing is my passion and I’m very happy to be able to make it my career. Living on the West Coast definitely makes it easier to get lost in creating a new world while the rain pours down outside.

How do you make time to write?

Writing is my full-time job and so I can’t help but do it daily!

Do you believe in writer’s block?

Not really. If I get stuck at a certain point and don’t know where to go, I step away and work on something completely different. Taking my mind off of the story for a couple of hours always helps with getting back on track.

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.

I write contemporary romance. I’m very into contemporary as both a reader and a writer because of the way it reflects the current moment we live in! And it’s so easy and fun to fall into a story that you can imagine happening to you right now.

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)

I am publishing indie only. I like to write shorter than traditional publishers currently want, but going the traditional route is something I want to try for in the future.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert?  How does this affect your work?

Introvert! This affects my work in a positive way, as I believe it helps me focus.

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

Just do it!

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Don’t be afraid to put your work out there. Believe in yourself no matter what.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

http://annabrooklyn.com

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

Sure! This is from Lifeline:

“My place is only a few minutes away.” His glittering eyes won’t let go

of mine.

The man’s bluntness takes me aback. But I can’t deny that his rock-solid

confidence is turning me on. Just the sound of his voice is stirring up

a deep need inside of me. It’s the last thing I expected to feel after

the night I’ve had so far.

I glance around to check whether someone might have heard him. But so

what if they did? He’s the one that works here, not me. And my best

friend’s nowhere in sight. Besides, it wouldn’t matter if Lila did

overhear what this guy just said. She’d probably cheer me on and

encourage me to take him up on his invitation.

Even though we just met.

Still. It’d be a lot better if Lila doesn’t see me leave with him. I

know what she’d say after she told me to go for it. Don’t fall for

someone again. It’s too soon.

As if I can’t have one night of hot sex without falling for the guy.

Just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it can’t ever.

“And I’m free for the rest of the night.” His gaze doesn’t flinch and I

can’t look away. His eyes are hypnotizing. Such a dark brown that they

look completely black. He’s magnetically handsome, and everything about

this guy just shouts that he knows it. Every other woman that’s come

into the coffee shop has glanced his way with so much more than just

passing interest. I can almost feel the hostility that’s directed at me.

All because this man sat down uninvited at my small table.

I toy with a strand of my hair before I catch myself. I drop my hands

into my lap. I should go home. Alone. But it’s the last thing I want to

do right now. I want to feel better. And this dark-haired stranger is

the one who can help me out with that.

His eyes are still locked with mine. “I’m Matt.”

It’s all I can do to keep from laughing out loud. I don’t know how long

we’ve been talking for, but I feel so completely comfortable with him

that I didn’t even notice that he hadn’t told me his name.

“Sarah.”

I try to keep any sign of the intense attraction I have for him out of

my voice. I have no idea if I’ve been successful or not. Feeling his

sexy lips on mine is the only thing I can think about. All I want to do

is escape. Just for a little while. For him to take charge so that for

once, I won’t have to.

I’m grateful when he doesn’t ask me anything about myself. Like how I

came to be in a hospital café that’s filled with people who obviously

belong here when I clearly don’t.

I’m not used to a man being so blatant about what he wants. I’m doing

the same thing back and it’s so unlike me, I don’t recognize myself. I

don’t meet his eyes when I give him my answer.

“Let’s go.”

He gives me a smile that makes me want to get out of here with him even

faster.

Matt towers over me when we stand up. I try to act like we’re just

friends heading out at the same time, but I can’t stop the heat that

rushes to my cheeks.

I’m hoping no one else notices us leaving together. Of course, they do.

Although I don’t have to turn around to know that all eyes are on him

and not me.

Something about the way Matt moves tells me he can deliver exactly what

I need. He could have anyone he wants, and I’m sure he has. There’s no

way this man won’t know just what to do when we’re alone. How to take me

away from everything I don’t want to think about anymore, if only for a

little while.

The moment we’re outside, I can’t wait to get to his place. To make my

memory of tonight better than what it is now. Of having my purse stolen,

ripped off my shoulder so hard that it’s still sore. Hours spent trying

to cancel all of my cards and stem the damage. Having to pull Lila away

from her night shift so she can give me her keys.

I don’t believe in destiny. I never have. But if I hadn’t come by the

hospital tonight, I wouldn’t have met Matt.

And right now, he’s everything I need.

 

AuThursday – Sade Rena

Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

How far back would you like to go? Lol! Well, like most, writing has been a part of my life for pretty much all my life. It’s all I ever wanted to do, but for a long while, I didn’t think it was actually persuadable as a career. So, after high school, I joined the workforce in the Hospitality industry where I gave 10 years before furthering my education in the area of accounting. Now, I work as an Accounting Analyst for a Non-Profit. It’s rewarding work, but not my true passion. In 2015, I learned of self-publishing and knew then was the time to get my work out there.

How do you make time to write?

Like I do everything else in life. With a schedule! I’m not super OCD when it comes to calendar planning, but I do take a look at what time I have available and work with that. Most of my writing happens in the morning before work. I often wake early, and drive into the office and write until my coworkers arrive. If I have a strict deadline, I will write in the evenings, but that is rare. Mostly because by the end of the day, I’m not as creative after looking at numbers and dealing with the ups and downs of being an adult. lol

Do you believe in writer’s block?

I believe that writer’s block can be different things for different authors. Personally, I haven’t found myself in a position where I’m uninspired. I seriously have a note section on my phone filled with plot bunnies and add to it daily. Now, while I haven’t been uninspired, I have found myself to lack motivation sometimes. That usually happens when there’s a lot going on in life, that hinders me from being able to enjoy my writing process.

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.

I am a romance author and I love it because I love love. I enjoy being able to create two—or more people and give them this epic love or a complicated one. I love finding unconventional ways for them to meet and see how they over obstacles that may be stacked against them. I love being able to, in a way live out my fantasies and finding readers that may share them. Primarily I write interracial romance because I love, love and I love it in any form that it comes in.

Now, romance is my first love, actually, I got my start in writing with street fiction, but as I grew as a reader, I did as a writer as well. So, while romance is my first love, I enjoy writing and reading fantasy. I do not currently have any works in that genre, but they will be coming to the market over time. The human brain is a beautiful thing to me, and I love fantasy for just about the same reasons as I love romance. I can let my imagination run wild and tell a story that fits my taste and share that with the world.

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)

I am currently Indie published and will be primarily indie for a long time to come. I enjoy the freedom to set my own deadlines and remaining in complete control of the creative process. It’s a lot of work, but so is anything that’s worth something. I do, plan to pitch my fantasy titles to a traditional publishing company when the time comes.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert?  How does this affect your work?

I am an extraverted introvert. I enjoy being alone, but I am a friendly person that’s pretty easy to get along with. It affects my work in different ways. Most of my friends know that I don’t like being out a lot, so I don’t get many invitations to things, which is great for keeping productive. Except when it’s not and I have to decide to postpone my writing to be social or not. When it comes to the writing side to things, I’ve made a lot of new author buddies which has been great for my work. Because the majority of the time, we’re talking about one of our projects. Sometimes we may get carried away and not get much writing done, but at least we’re still thinking about our stories.

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

It’s one that I coined for myself when I ran my subscription box business. I use it in all my newsletter signatures now and try to live by it. “Stay positive. Stay creative. Be bold.”

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

You know how they say, “dance like no one is watching”? Well I say, write like no one is reading. People can’t love your book until it’s written, and they can’t love it if you don’t. So, try not to let people pressure or influence the way you tell your story. Find what it is you like about stories in general and make those areas your own. There aren’t any new ideas in 2019 and there’s more than one way to tell a story, just keep writing and tell the best version of it that you can. If you suffer from imposter syndrome, get over it. You deserve to tell your story and believe me there are people out there that wants to read it. So, write until your fingers cramp and know that with each book your finish and read, you get better and better.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Amazon ~ https://www.amazon.com/Sade-Rena/e/B00YTIB3UU/

BookBub ~ https://www.bookbub.com/authors/sade-rena

Facebook ~ https://www.facebook.com/pg/saderenawrites/

Goodreads ~ https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14040377.Sade_Rena

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Website ~  www.saderena.com

Newsletter ~ http://bit.ly/TribeSR

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Blurb for Dirty Calls :

New to town and overworked, all Jessica Daly wants is to put herself to sleep, but gets more than she bargains for when she answers a misdialed call. Curiosity takes hold and instead of hanging up, she joins in, enjoying herself way too much. Once satisfied and slightly embarrassed, she ends the call, finding comfort in knowing she’ll never have to hear from him again.

After a long day in the office, Kade Braxton needs a release and is pleasantly surprised when he learns the call to his on again off again fling, Candace, is answered by another woman. Intrigued by her boldness and the sensuality of her voice, he rings her line the next day to finish what they started.

This is crazy, right? Of course, it is, but against her better judgment, she begins to long for his obsessive nature. An easy choice to make considering they’ve never seen each other and never will. But just as their connections heat up, Jessica learns shocking news that makes this whole affair of dirty calls somewhat forbidden, yet still sexy as hell.

Dirty Calls (2)Excerpt:

“You hung up on me before I could get off last night. Doesn’t seem fair,” a deep voice pours out at me.

It’s the guy from last night. The rattle in his tone sends an oh-so-familiar shiver down my spine. I contemplate my response, toying with the thought of obliging, giving him an answer I’m sure he wants. Then I consider how crazy it all is, how loony I am for being turned on by his calls. What does that say about me if I give in to his request? Will he continue to call if I do?

“Are you there, beautiful?”

“How do you know I’m beautiful?” I ask after a moment of silence.

“You’ve gotta be! Only a goddess can make those delicious fucking sounds you made last night. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me get off?”

My nipples harden at his request, pushing against the fabric of my bra. The line goes quiet and I struggle over what to say next. This is insane, borderline obsessive even. I should definitely hang up, but curiosity wins every time. “I’m in the middle of work.”

“Perfect,” he growls. “Do you have an office or a cubicle?” he continues with bated breath.

I sense he’s already started, not really caring to wait for permission. The thought instantly arouses me as I’m making my way to the door. “I have an office,” I add, closing it lightly before locking it and flipping the blinds closed.

“Then shut the door, sit that pretty ass of yours down at your desk, and wait for me to come.”

“If I do this, will you stop calling?” I ask, secretly pleading for him to say no.

“I don’t think you want that, sweets.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“The way you fucked yourself to the sound of my voice last night tells me otherwise. And I doubt you’d be preparing to phone bone me.”

I go quiet again, and he chuckles.

“Is the door closed?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good girl!”

Dirty Calls to be featured in the Obsessive Temptations Boxed Set releasing June 11, 2019. Pre-order for $0.99!!

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AuThursday – Amiee Smith

Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

Amiee Smith. Author of the Smart Girl Mafia Series. I write sexy, contemporary romance novels about book smart women and hot men. I started the series on the day of the first Women’s March in 2017. I thought: “Women are going to need something good to read for the next four years.”

All my books are set in California and west coast culture is an integral part of each story.

How do you make time to write?

I stick to a small daily word count goal and plan binge-writing weekends.

Do you believe in writer’s block?

No. Not for me anyway.

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.

Romance will heal the world. Now more than ever, we need to believe in happily-ever-after. Also, pleasure (in all forms) alleviates pain and suffering. Curling up with a sexy romance novel has got me through some of the most difficult times in my life. Writing and publishing my loving tales is my way of giving back to the genre that has given me so much relief… joy.

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)

I’m an Indie. Part business mind, part creative; being my own publisher integrates both sides of me.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert?  How does this affect your work?

Introvert. I’m energized by my time alone. I’m not sure if it affects my work. It’s who I am.

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

All things are possible. OR Miracles are normal.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Write [about] what you absolutely love. Polish and make it pretty. Put it out into the world. Repeat. The world needs your unique expression now more than ever.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

www.AmieeSmith.com

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

Excerpt from Break Free, Smart Girl Mafia Series: Book One

CHAPTER 1:
LYNN SCOTT

“We should fuck,” Nick says.

Sugar Ray’s “Fly” streams from the speakers in the backyard a decibel louder than the muffled voices at the party. Jon’s thirty-third birthday celebration, in full swing.

Nick and I are sharing a cigarette in front of our friends’ expansive Craftsman house in the most exclusive neighborhood in Pasadena. The big tree above our heads is decorated in thousands of white lights, illuminating our faces.

Elation. Excitement. Joy forms at the corners of my mouth, but my eyes narrow as I receive the cigarette from his olive-skinned hand.

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“You heard me, Lynn.”

The American Spirit dangles from my brown fingers. Taking the cigarette from me, Nick’s hazel green eyes meet mine. My heart races.

Nick Willingham was my high school crush. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen (like, really). He was the leading man in my schoolgirl fantasies. I taught myself to masturbate using his eleventh-grade yearbook photo.

Back then, we hung out in different cliques. Three years ago, his best friend, Jon, married my best friend, Jen. Since their wedding reception, he and I always share a cigarette during a J + J organized event. During each encounter, we’re cordial. Polite. Responsive in the way friends of friends are, but never anything more… until tonight. In the fifteen years since graduation, I’ve had many dreams come true. But never one as thrilling as the athletic man standing in front of me, initiating a hook-up.

“When?” I whisper.

Nick comes within inches of my face. He’s at least a foot taller than me. I lick my lips. The need to lean into his mouth is intense. I will my hands to stay by my side, fighting the desire to caress his jawline. I can almost feel the dark stubble against my fingertips.

“Now,” Nick says.

Withholding a moan, I long to wrap my arms around his neck and rub my body against his muscular torso. I resist the arousal rooting and sprouting throughout my body— an urge as natural, wild, and organic as bright orange California poppies.

“I’m not having sex with you in the house. And I can’t leave. I have cake duty,” I say, battling every desire within.

J + J assigned all their closest friends a job to do tonight. I can’t skip out on my commitment, even if my impulsive mind would prefer being naked with super-hot Nick Willingham.

“I’m on cake duty too. We have forty-five minutes. How about the back seat of my car?” Nick asks.

An early autumn breeze rustles the leaves in the tree above our heads. The sound beckons my body to proceed. I’ve lost fifty pounds over the last seven months, abstaining from hook-ups to stay focused on my goal. Three weeks ago, I saw my dream number on the scale. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to relaunch my dirty flirty life with my smaller, fitter body. And he is beyond perfect.

Hooking up with Nick Willingham on a Friday night is a dream come true.

“Let’s go,” I say.

 

AuThursday – WA Cooper

Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I’m Wendy Cooper and write as W A Cooper. I live in the beautiful North Island of New Zealand on the Volcanic Plateau, near Lake Taupo. For Lord of the Rings fans, Mt Doom is 30 minutes from my doorstep. Working as an international flight attendant for thirty years, gave me a chance to experience many countries and cultures. Previous to my aviation career I worked for a publishing company in London and in our family bookselling business. I’ve always written stories and poetry but have come full circle and I’m enjoying writing women’s f/f romance fiction.

How do you make time to write?

Like most of us, I fit it around my lifestyle, but I’m making changes so I can dedicate more time to this wonderful thing called writing.

Do you believe in writer’s block?

I’ve always had a healthy respect for things I don’t understand or haven’t experienced yet. Coming face to face with brick walls in creativity is a big part of my new novel. So far, I’ve escaped the clutches of writer’s block, but I’m very susceptible to being in the groove and if I’m overly stressed, I find this inhibits my ability to create. Note to self…remove the stress from your life!

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.

I’ve started my journey in Women’s female/female romantic fiction because, hey if you live it, why not write about it! I would like to branch out later, but I want to establish myself in this genre and be consistent with the quality of writing I produce. Lesbian romance is a very small genre but there are some very, very good authors turning out great work and my aim is to listen and learn the craft of writing so I can too, produce novels that all readers, regardless of sexual orientation might enjoy.

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)

Junction Publishing/Happy Ever After Publishing, New Zealand/UK signed me and I’m very grateful for that because it allows me to concentrate on learning my craft. I would like to self-publish also, but at this early stage of my writing journey, I’m happy to be tucked under their wing.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert?  How does this affect your work?

Is it possible to be both? I’m a hybrid blend. Like most people, in my younger days, I was incredibly shy, then life experiences and choices give you a voice and you come into your own. It affects my writing by allowing me to write outside the square, and be pulled back into line by editors if I go off track. I’m lucky, my publishers let me tell my story the way I want to and with gentle nudges, fine tune my rough edges when needed. Hopefully, I’ll get better at this as I learn more.

I’m incredibly shy when it comes to self-promotion or talking up my writing. It’s the Kiwi (New Zealand) way! But I’m improving…

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

Dream a little every day, even if you aren’t physically writing, you’re writing in your head!

I think about the plot, characters, storyline consistently and sometimes come up with absolute beauties which will make my story sparkle. Daydreaming is good!!!

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Learn your craft, and read authors you admire in your genre. Multiplied by a million, million times.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

W A Cooper (Wendy) https://www.facebook.com/wendy.cooper.77398

Cooper’s Confidantes https://www.facebook.com/groups/319958225228238/

W A Cooper (author) https://www.facebook.com/W-A-Cooper-Author-290199028270397/

https://junction-publishing.com/authors/

https://www.amazon.com/W-A-Cooper/e/B07GL6LS3B/ref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7674588.W_A_Cooper

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From my debut novel, Decree Absolute…#1 in Genre Amazon Australia, #3 in Genre, Amazon UK

DA cover bannerRENÉE PARKED in Jessica’s driveway and sat for a few moments. Slowing everything down, she opened the car door.

Smiling, Jessica waited on the steps.

I don’t know if I can do this. Renée’s stomach lurched bile. She stepped back from Jessica’s embrace.

Jessica’s smile faded. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

This is torture. “We need to talk.”

“Come inside?” Jessica’s perplexed gaze searched her.

“I’ll say it out here.” I have to do this.

“Please…tell me this isn’t what I think it is?”

Renée braced herself. If she didn’t do this now, she never would. Then their world would be torn apart by Amy ‘fucking’ Winton. “We’re not going to work.”

Jessica’s complexion drained. “I…I don’t understand.”

“I took advantage when you were emotionally compromised.” A knife twisted in Renée’s heart. At this moment, she hated herself.

“It was me who took advantage of you,” Jessica argued. “Please don’t do this.”

“I take full responsibility. I abused my position.” Renée’s voice strained.

“I don’t believe you.” Jessica cupped Renée’s face in her hands. “We’ve shared the most intimate moments. I’m in love with you. The children love you. What’s happened?”

She lowered Jessica’s hands. “You don’t understand.”

“Make me understand,” Jessica shouted.

“I…I…” I can’t bear doing this.

“I gave you all of me. My heart, my soul…my body.” Jessica cried through her anger. “Do you know how much courage that took?”

Through tears of her own, Renée nodded. “I can’t be with you.”

From my soon to be released novel, A Convenient Deception…

A Convenient Deception (5)Ariana:

Spurred on by an auditorium full of admirers, I had watched Braer’s every move, fascinated by the artistic aura that hung around her like a halo. It made a change to watch someone else perform for a crowd, and she’d certainly done that. Reluctantly, I had joined the melee on stage and was more than happy to retreat to the restroom, before joining her peers for supper.

At the restaurant, we sat at opposite ends of the dining table. Every time I looked at Braer, her eyes seemed to undress me or was that wishful thinking on my part. Squirming in my seat, my nipples hardened like oversharpened pencil tips. Her gaze continued to strip me naked all night, and my arousal responded by drenching my skimpy g-string.

If I wanted Braer, she was mine for the taking, and, by God, tonight, I was going to have her.