Friday, October 21, 2016

Friday's Interview featuring Kimbra Kasch #MFRWauthor

1. How do you create your characters? Do you have a specific process?       
I’ve always loved creating characters, whether it’s acting, wearing a mask or writing stories.
When I was in high school, I used to be in all the plays, when I got older, my husband and I did dinner theater. I always wrote stories, or when my kids were little, I told them bedtime stories I made up, using their names as the characters. They loved to hear me tell tales especially when they were the characters.
And, now, I still dress up on Halloween.

2. Do your characters come before the plot? Do you sketch out your plot or do you let the characters develop the route to the end?
My characters are always talking to me, in my head…so they exist before the plot…usually. Sometimes I dream a dream about a story and I can’t forget it until I write it down. So, I guess, it goes both ways for me.
I never plot out my stories…I let my characters direct their journey ;D

3. Do you know how the story will end before you begin? In a general way or a specific one?
In general, I always know how the story will end. It’s like watching a movie inside my mind…I usually know how things will turn out.

4. Do you choose settings you know or do you have books of settings and plans of houses sitting around?
I write about places I know, settings I’ve visited that have captured my heart and soul.
It’s easier for me to describe places I’ve been that I can’t forget.

5. Where do you do your research? On line or from books?
Research is like getting on Pinterest…three hours later I forget what I originally was looking for. I can use the library, on-line websites and a lot of times I actually visit the locations to get a firsthand impression.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Thursday's Opening Scene - The Amber Chronicles #MFRWauthor #Fantasy #romance

Amber Chronicles

The Amber Orb

Strains of music wafted from the ball room of the Amber Palace into the garden. Emme tapped her foot against the flagstone walk in an angry counterpoint to the dulcet tones. With each passing moment, the realization of another failure strengthened. Four times a prince had appeared at the palace seeking her hand in marriage. Four times the prince had chosen one of her younger sisters. Tonight the last prince would name her youngest as his chosen bride.
With great effort Emme capped her anger. Lysanda would pay just as her other sisters had. As the oldest, she should have been the first to find a bridegroom. Envy twisted with jealousy to form a rope binding her thoughts. This prince should be here for he was the last of the eligible ones in this world called Amber suited for training as a wizard and destined to sit on the amber throne beside Emme’s.
The scent of roses, jasmine and bluet filled the air with their sweet breath. The heavy aroma pressed against her forcing Emme to gasp.
She heard light tapping of slippers on the stones and knew Lysanda approached. Her sister expected to find Prince, what was his name, waiting to declare his love. Then amber lights would radiate across the night sky announcing Emme had failed again. That would not happen.
Lysanda came into view. Her hair, a few shades darker than Emme’s pure amber tones, hung in ringlets down her back. “Where is Rendel?” she asked.
“Looking for you,” Emme said. “I sent him to the Tower of Sighs.”
Emme stepped toward her sister. She smiled at the alarm in Lysanda’s pale blue eyes. Only Emme’s matched the blue of a summer sky. “You stole him. He was to be my prince.”
Lysanda asked. “He fell in love with me. His heart once given can never change.” She stepped closer. “Don’t think to take him from me. That is impossible.”
Emme fisted her hand on her hips. “I have no desire for a man who chose another over me. I’m sure he believes he will be able to rule you for your power is small and you can never sit on the amber throne. You have taken my last chance for love and rulership. I will take what he feels is important from you.”
Lysanda tore her gaze from Emme’s face. “What do you mean?”
“Face me, sister. Power against power or are you afraid?”
“I fear no one. I am a witch with power equal to yours.”
Emme heard a slight tremor in her sister’s voice. Knowledge filled her. She would drain Lysanda and leave her weak. Three times before she had faced a sister and won. She would win this time as well.
She drew the wind to eddy around Lysanda in wispy bands to speed and tightened them. One by one Lysanda broke the restraints. With each snap, Emme absorbed the power of the breaking.
Emme set the torches of the garden blazing. Tendrils of fire flowed toward her sister.
Lysanda gathered the flames and sent burning orbs toward Emme. “You will not win.”
Emme pulled water from the fountain. Fire and water met turning to steam shrouding the air with sizzling vapor. With slow steps Emme moved through the mist. The earth shook beneath her feet. Lysanda’s body wove in an attempt to remain standing.
Emme grasped her sister’s wrist. “Cede to me.” She drained the essence of magic from her sister’s cells.
“A curse I cry.” Lysanda’s shrill voice pierced Emme’s concentration. “Long will you search. Until you can give with forcing and demanding you will be alone.”
Those words forced Emme to release her sister. Lysanda slumped to the ground. Four times one of her sisters had shouted the same curse. Four times a sister had survived. She raised her hand and released all she’d taken from Lysanda. Brilliant flashes of light colored the night sky with all the colors possible except for amber.
She heard the sound of pounding boots. The prince stepped into view. “What have you done?”
“What I had to. Lysanda remains a witch and in a hundred years or so she will recover. You will never become a wizard. You will never rule the world called Amber.
The prince drew his sword and stalked toward her. “Why have you done this to my beloved?”
“You chose the wrong sister as those before you have done. Take her. Announce your betrothal. You can’t defeat me. You are the last to try.”
The sword slipped from his hands. Lysanda stirred. He lifted her into his arms. “My love.” He glared at Emme. “You will never find love until you love another more than you love yourself.”
Emme turned and strode from the garden. Why didn’t triumph fill her? Her life had been destroyed. There would be no chance to take her rightful place. She hurried to her tower. Why did the shimmer amber walls seem cloaked with gray? Instead of going to her room at the tower’s peak where the city spread before her, she fled to the dark basement and sat in a shadowed corner.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Wednesday's Writer's Tip - Writing ABC - C is for Characters #MFRWauthor #writing

Today's letter is C and though there are other things that could be involved the obvious is C Is For Characters.

Without characters there would be no story. There are kinds of writing that don't have characters but for fiction, a Character is a must.  Actually there should be a number of characters in each story. Though I once read a story told all from the viewpoint of a man who had suffered a stroke and the story involved, not really his memories but a bunch of people who were things like the doctor, the nurse, the wife, the children. None of these had much to do with the story other than the main one's meanderings through not really being conscious and not being able to talk. This was an interesting but but I'm not sure it was a story.

Back to characters. Every good story needs a strong hero, heroine or villain. Sometimes all three. Some times the character is his own worst enemy. When developing the primary characters, the writer needs to pit strength against strength. To have one of the characters as being weak doesn't draw the reader in.

Also the character or characters need to have traits that make them unique. They need problems that will appeal to the reader and they need goals to strive to achieve that are within reach. Making the goal an impossible one for the character isn't a story people would like to read.

There are many other things about character development I've addressed before. What's your take on character. Do you have another idea what C is for...?

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Tuesday's Inspiration - My Books On Sale #MFRWauthor #medical suspense #fantasy #Historical #hospital politics medical romance

This week I'm being inspired by the number of my books on sale for a limited time. I would be more inspired if the readers would leave me a slew of reviews.

First there is  Searches - A fantasy for all ages and is the third book of Affinities.

Then there is the free book Heart Throb where age is an issue for the heroine and not so much for the hero.

Gemstones is the only Regency romance I've ever done and is on sale for a limited time.

Choices also on sale for a limited time involves hospital politics

Code Blue has my favorite villain causing havoc in the hospital and is on sale for a limited time.

Finally Healwoman - a convoluted fantasy that involves three dying women and how they find themselves in another world where they must combat evil.

How about you? When your books are on sale do you scurry to finish your current work?

Monday, October 17, 2016

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #Poem #amwriting

Meander 1 - Poem - Cloud Picnic

We ate above the world.
We three.
You bored.
She lonely.
And I looking for seclusion from the problems of my friends.
A misting rain began to fall
Before we reached out site.
And as we sat the cloudsSurrounded the car and us.
The world outside vanished.
We became part of the cloud.
The station windows open.
The clouds accepted our invitation.
They drifted in to touch us with crisp kisses
Of cool and stinging drops of water,
They misted on my body
And brought forgetfulness.
Light and lilting kisses
Caresses, cool and crisp.

Meander 2 - Memories - sometimes the poems I wrote in the past evoke memories from years ago. Memories of two close friends who have vanished in the mist. Memories of other times when I seemed to be a different person. But memories are often forgotten as one moves on with the life they've chosen to live.

Meander 3 -  Writing - Am nearing the end of the plot draft of the Cancer Capricorn Connection and will soon be ready to move into the Setting Draft. Hopefully that will end the need for complete re-writes of the story and for the Character and Revision drafts all I'll have to do is scribble all over the printed pages. and key the corrections in. Though I feel the last three chapters will need a third re-write. Not feeling yet that I must finish this book at once so that is good. It's been a long time since I've had a new book on the shelves.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Sunday's Book - The Amber Chronicles #MFRWauthor #Fantasy #romance #witch #dragon

The Amber Chronicles

Amber Chronicles Collection: Emme, a witch and the heir to the throne of the world called Amber is banished from her home to find love. She believes she can command a man to love her but this does not work. Angry at being told no by the crown prince of Rivand she casts a spell on the Riva family. Every hundred years when the moon is full at the summer solstice she will call the crown prince. If he refuses to cede his love to her he will enter the amber orb and vanish. Four times she fails and the princes find adventure on other worlds. One turns an enchanted amber dragon into a princess. The second is imprisoned in an amber tower and must select a bride. The third must free the heroine from an amber cage. Emme slowly learns her lesson and returns to spend her childhood with the fourth prince. Hoping knowing each other will help. She has fallen in love with the crown prince and enters the amber orb in his place. Can Emme who is Cast in Amber be freed and gain the love she has sought for all those years?

FOUR STARS! The witch's curse of zapping princes into an amber orb is one of my favorites. This story is the fate of the very first prince. It reads much like a fairy tale, where at least one moral is to be learned. An enchanting fantasy. **** Detra Fitch

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase
It was OK. It was not what I thought it was when I ordered t but I went ahead and read it anyway. More of a romantic novel than anything. I thought that it was either Fantasy or SciFi when I ordered it.

Format: Kindle Edition
JLW has written another winner. Her talent for world building has made her a favorite in the fantasy field. Strong characters draw you in and don't let go until the last page

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Daryl Devore #MFRWauthor


FLame's Electrifying Sexy Heat
When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late night job at a dive bar. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the bar.

Peyton Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a simple drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to collide.

Brace for Impact
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?

But Fate had other intentions.

After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.

Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive. All is well  until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother.

Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?

What Happens in Bangkok (TBR)
Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?

Friday, October 14, 2016

Friday's Interview - featuring Daryl Devore #MFRWauthor #genres

1.  What's your genre or do you write in more than one?

I write in erotic anything. If I can stick erotic in front of it, I'll have a go at it. I have 2 erotic contemporary billionaire stories, an erotic twisted fairy tale, an erotic medieval romance, an erotic contemporary fantasy, an erotic contemporary crash romance and an up and coming erotic contemporary rock star romance.

2. Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?

It was chosen for me. I wrote a romance. Someone suggested making it hotter and ta da – erotic romance writer.

3.  Is there any genre you'd like to try?  Or is there one you wouldn't?

Mystery. Mystery stories fascinate me. I don't think I'd ever want to try Creative Literary Fiction. Definitely not my cup of tea.

4.  What fiction do you read for pleasure?

Mysteries – I have all of Agatha Christies, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Dorothy L Sayers' works, plus several other authors.

5.  Tell me a bit about yourself and how long you've been writing.

I live on the Ontario side of the Ontario/Quebec border. When I'm not writing, I'm a yoga class. I love to garden and cook.
As to writing, I've been telling stories as long as I can remember and at some point I began to write them down.

6.  Which of your characters is your favorite?

I think it's pretty much which ever hero I am currently working on. My latest is a rock star and I think he's a fun guy. He was certainly fun to write.

7.  Are there villains in your books and how were they created?

Not usually, but in my latest there is. His name is Gan and he's the head of security for a Triad and he's a major creep. I characterized him with traits I thought would bother people. Even his hands are super cold. I didn't base him on any well-known villain – just sat back and thought how do I make this guy look and sound creepy.

8.  What are you working on now?

My latest – What Happens in Bangkok – is currently at the editors for a second run through. It is book 1 of a trilogy.  The other 2 books are written so I guess it is time for me to go back to the erotic medieval fantasy I started about 3 years ago. This one has a dragon in it.

9.  What's your latest release and how did the idea arrive?

My latest release is called Brace for Impact. It was one of 7 crash romance stories in a box set with some other fantastic authors. We decided to break the box set up and release our stories as singles. The idea was a plane crash in a remote spot and let the romance begin.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Thursday's Opening Scene - Gemstones #MFRWauthor #Historial #romance

Calcutta, July 1810

"Miss Nicola. Miss Nicola."
The whisper woke Nicola Gordon. Like wasps around ripe fruit, tales of native uprisings swarmed in her thoughts. She groped beneath the pillow for the knife she kept there.
The girls. She had to protect her sisters.
"Miss Nicola, wake up."
"Who?" She tried to keep fear from clogging her voice.
"What are you doing here? Where’s Papa?" Just two days ago, she had seen her father and his young native assistant off on a buying trip. Fear gripped her spine. The knife fell from her fingers.
"Your father. You must come."
"I can’t leave my sisters. What if they wake and find me gone?"
"They will be safe. Your papa needs you. We were set upon by thugs and he was hurt. I found a safe place for him to stay until I am sure we were not followed."
Nicola pushed aside the netting that enclosed the bed. She found her shoes and grabbed a dark cloak. Her heart thudded in her chest. Though she and Sarad had engaged in mischief years ago, her childhood friend had become sober and responsible. So had she.
"Where is he?"
"The place is not far." He slid open the door to the verandah. Nicola followed him to the gate in the compound wall. The aroma of wet earth rose from the garden, but outside the gates, the recent rains had failed to mask the scent of exotic flower and spices of the odor of garbage. The absence of the moon created an ominous darkness. She hurried through alleys and along streets beside her silent guide. Her thoughts conjured a thousand tragedies.
She stumbled. A groan escaped.
Sarad gripped her arm. "Be silent as the tiger stalking prey."
His warning chilled her. Who knew what would happen to an Englishwoman caught in the streets at night.
Ahead, she saw the looming shadow cast by one of the city’s many temples built to honor one of India’s multitude of gods. Why had they come here?
Sarad pulled her into a dark passageway that led into the temple. Their passing stirred the dust of the ages, musty and dank. Finally, they emerged in a torch-lit room. She followed her friend to a recessed alcove.
"Papa!" The blood-stained bandages around his chest and head alarmed her. "Papa, oh, Papa." She knelt on the stone floor beside him.
His dark eyes were unfocused. His skin felt hot.
"The eye. Siva. The eye."
"I don’t understand."
"Nicola. Must warn. Must tell."
"She is here, Sahib Gordon."
Nicola gripped her father’s hand. The flickering torchlight revealed his pain-filled features. "Papa, I will take you home and see to your wounds."
He took a shuddering breath. "Must leave Calcutta."
"Where will we go?" She couldn’t think of leaving. Calcutta was home.
"To England. Ian Grey will send an escort." He gasped a breath. "Your grandmother and Denmere. Old Earl dead. Marry the new. Distant cousin."
His words shocked her nearly as much as her memories. "My grandmother did not protect Mama. I don’t want to marry and live with strangers." Why was he saying this? He would get better and until then, she could care for her sisters. For ten years, since her mother’s death, this had been the case.
His fingers tightened around hers. "You must. Danger for you. For sisters." He struggled to sit up. "Your knowledge. Gems."
Fresh blood seeped through the dried stains on the bandages. "Rest, Papa." Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I cannot leave you."
"Protect sisters."
She chewed her lower lip. "I will keep them safe."
He sank back. "Promise. Marry Denmere."
She couldn’t say the words. "Papa."
He pressed a velvet pouch into her hand. "For you and sisters. Not Fergus. Now go."
Though she thought about disobeying, she kissed his cheek. As she and Sarad left the alcove, tears cascaded down her cheeks and blurred her sight. She stopped to wipe her eyes and stifled a gasp.
Torchlight illuminated statues and wall carvings of men and women engaged in activities she had read of in the Sanskrit manuscripts her teacher had given her. Her eyes widened in astonishment. She hadn’t believed the human body could assume such convoluted positions.
Sarad grasped her arm. "We must go."
His whisper broke the spell. She tore her gaze from the figures that fascinated and repelled. Her cheeks burned as though she stood beneath the mid-day sun. She followed Sarad into the dark passageway.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Wednesday's Writer's Tip - Writing ABC - B is for Back Story #MFRWauthor #writing

Last week I garnered a lot of friends bringing their comments so here we go with another letter.

B is for Back Story - Like Topsy characters aren't just born. The back story gives a lot of information about the main characters in the story. A writer wants to know the life story of the characters they create. Where were they born? When were they born? What social standing did they have or lack? How much education have they had? There are so many little facts that may or may not mean anything when the character takes stage front in a story. Still this info is needed.

Some writers have long bios of each character in their book. This can become unwieldy. Some writers develop the back story as they rough draft the story. The many details creep into the writer's mind and suddenly the character becomes more alive.

Back story does a number of things in the story. Often the reason for the character's goals in written in his or her back story. Even the goal can be there. A poor man wants to become rich. His back story would be different from the rich man who wants to become richer.

There is one thing that the writer needs to remember is though her or she needs to know the character's back story there is no need to write pages and pages about the character's back story. Feeding in the important facts bit by bit gives the character depth.

So what's your take on B is for back story or do you have another B you would like to share?