Military Tuesday: Male Call

Howdy all,

I’ve decided that if I can keep it up for a few weeks I’m going to regale you with some excerpts from all my stories featuring military characters. Every Tuesday there will be a new excerpt. Some excerpts will be juicy, some downright naughty. Some will be sexy but not explicit. Others will feature different aspects of the story. So I hope you’ll enjoy coming back here every Tuesday! What’s on the menu today? The first story in my Hot Zone series called Male Call. Male Call is contemporary erotic romance. Another warning…this story features people writing paper letters rather than email. The novella was published in 2007 but even then email would have been the way most people would communicate in the situation in this story. Why did I have them write using good old fashioned letters? I wanted to. Beware, this is a very, very spicy excerpt. You’ve been warned!

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Her sexy letters are his only lifeline in his dangerous world…

Successful computer software engineer Eve Carmichael melts under yet another hotter than hot letter written by Reserve army soldier Sean O’Callahan. Yet Eve can’t take the thought of his life in danger overseas, and she resolves to get a sex life—and a life period. That means forgetting Sean before anything bad can happen to him. To celebrate her thirty-fifth birthday, Eve plans a trip to Male Call, a male review club. Still, she worries about Sean. She hasn’t received a letter from him in too many weeks. And oh, how she longs for those flirtatious, hot letters. Sean finds Eve’s letters to be the only lifeline in his increasingly chaotic world. As their feelings grow hot and heavy, he can’t wait to return home and kindle that pure firepower. When Eve receives a letter from Sean saying he’s been wounded, her fears are realized. But fate and a little mischievous planning by her friends will serve up the greatest surprise of all.

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Sean,

Glad I could float your boat. You’ve paid me a great compliment. I doubt any man before you has had that reaction to my photograph. What did you do with all that pent up sexual need after you saw my photo? I wish I had a photograph of you. Something in uniform and macho, if you please. Anyway, I had a dream last night, and I’m blushing right now as I recall it. I was lying on this silky white king-sized bed. Lying on it utterly naked. Okay, I wasn’t totally naked. All I had on was this skimpy red bra and tiny thong panties. A filmy purple and red gauze material draped over the four-poster bed. But the ceiling above the bed is mirrored. The beautiful room is Victorian, with dark wood and green velvet. There is soft flower scents, rose and maybe lavender. Some parts of the dream were beyond hazy, as all dreams are. This one felt special. Anyway, I’m off track. That black dress lay on the foot of the bed. I should have been cold, but the room felt comfortable on my bare skin. I was really excited and frankly, horny as hell. Okay, I’ll admit it. I knew you were coming to see me. How I knew that, I don’t know. Then the bedroom door opened, and you stood there. Naked. Honestly, since I don’t know what you look like naked…oh, wow, I can’t believe I’ve told you about this dream. I’d better quit now before I say something ultra incriminating and you decide to stop writing me.

Hugs,

Eve

 

She sighed, still somewhat embarrassed by the letter. Then she remembered she hadn’t phoned Male Call.

She’d promised to make reservations and something held her back. Maybe she should find it exciting to watch male strippers dance half naked for her, but the only thing her imagination could conjure was a half-clad Sean performing an erotic two-step. She slipped off her athletic shoes and stretched out on the bed so she could enjoy reading his letters. Suddenly, she felt way too warm. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly and unfastened and unzipped her low-rise jeans. Ah, that’s better.

 

Eve,

You’re killin’ me here. I’ve enclosed the picture you wanted, though I got the razzing of my life when two of the guys found out why I wanted them to take it.

 

His photo fell from the envelope onto her lap, and she quickly retrieved it. Oh, oh, man. When Eve had seen the photograph for the first time, it had floored her. Stunned her. Turned her on like no other picture of a man she’d seen before. She’d seen plenty of attractive men in her life, and she’d always thought Sean could be cute in a nerdy way. This picture blew away her conceptions about Sean belonging to geek city.

Decked out in desert battle dress uniform pants and boots, but without a shirt, he held an automatic weapon in front of his chest in a rough and ready pose. The grin on his face was cocky but charming. His espresso eyes held an intense, badass gaze. His military short, silvery blond hair defined his high cheekbones and made his perfectly cut jaw more prominent. And oh, his chest and arms. Sean owned well-muscled arms and a gorgeous chest sprinkled with dark blond hair that trailed down over his six-pack stomach and into his waistband. Oh, my, my. He was delicious, but in a rough, sharply angled way that shouldn’t have turned her on like this. Most women at the office talked behind his back about his tousled messy hair and too-big shirts. Maybe those too large shirts had been hiding this kick ass physique all this time.

He looked dangerous.

Seriously hot.

If the office ladies could see him now…if they even knew what fantastic shape he was in—that his body was this fabulous…

She groaned and jealousy flashed through her. Oh, man. She had it bad.

Even now this photo created a desire that filled her blood with instant sexual attraction. His letters had turned her low-grade intrigue into full-on heat. Her mouth watered. She tore her gaze from the photo with difficulty and returned to the letter.

 

Now that you’ve seen my ugly mug, I hope you’re satisfied. You asked me what else is happening. Hell, there’s a whole lot I can’t tell you and you don’t want to know. We reached Baghdad, and things are dicey. That’s about all I can say.

Let’s not talk about this crazy place, okay? You know that dream you told me about, the one where you’re lying on the bed naked? Sounds fantastic. Want me to add to the dream?

 

 

Double Threat is out!

Today is the release of Double Threat, the third novella in my Love Under Fire Trilogy. Love Under Fire is contemporary romance with military characters. It starts off with a heavy duty suspense element. Right now you can get your copy of Double Threat at Ellora’s Cave here. It’s on Amazon here and Barnes and Noble here.

I’ll update people here on the blog, Facebook and Twitter as any new buy links become available. Here’s an excerpt and I hope you enjoy it!

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Book three in the Love Under Fire series.

As a therapist, Lena has worked with damaged vets—and never wants a relationship with one. As a result, her lust at first sight with sexy Coast Guard Chief Petty Officer Rick Frasier is off the fulfillment menu, no matter how intriguing she finds him.

Rick has never shied from danger or risk-taking but the overwhelming attraction he feels for Lena sends him into a tailspin. As they escape a gunman intent on mayhem and battle their feelings, they’ll find there’s a firestorm of desire inside them as furious and intense as any threat.

* * *

“Lena. Hey, darlin’,” Rick’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. “Are you are hurt?”

Rick’s big hands still cradled Lena close but she didn’t know where she was. Didn’t want to know. She drew in one strangled breath and then another as shame threatened to mix with her panic. In the distance, she heard sirens approaching. Good. Good. The cavalry was coming.

She kept her face buried against his shoulder, her arms tight around his neck and did the only thing she could think of. She cursed. “Shit. Shit.”

He grunted, the sound half amusement. “You got that right. It’s okay. We’re at my truck now. We’re not anywhere near the shooter. Can you stand? As much as I like holding you I need to sit you down and see if you’re all right.”

Her arms tightened. “I can’t.”

“You can’t stand? Where are you hurt?”

She drew in one deep breath after another. Her ribs throbbed and her ankle ached but she told a white lie. “No I’m…I’m not hurt. I just panicked. I’m having a damned panic attack.”

“Okay.” His voice was soothing and strong. “It’s all right. You’re safe now.” His arms tightened. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

The sincerity of his words cut through her fear. No man had ever reassured her in this way before—certainly never held her this close and promised to keep her from harm.

She tried to bring her mind out of its riot, away from the jagged, sharp feelings produced by the absolute and irrational belief she was about to die. She damn well knew better than to believe the crap her mind was telling her. She could control this. She could. One deep breath and then another eased her tension. Shame finally won out and the shivering fear that still quaked through her limbs started to lessen. Heat returned to her body, as did the realization that a man’s very ripped, totally hot body held her close. Oh yeah. She could feel every inch of his amazing hard muscles against her. She eased her face from hiding and glanced around. Dozens of people stood nearby, including the patrons who had left her on the floor.

Police already swarmed the area, pushing back the crowd starting to gather. A S.W.A.T. van rumbled up to a staging area closer to the action. Rick’s truck was fairly far from the entrance, under a light pole. Night approached, and that would make the events in the mall that much harder to work with. She thought of a former S.W.A.T. team member and the PTSD that had all but crippled him after he’d accidentally shot an innocent boy in a dark alley. Darkness made all of this so much more difficult.

People from the gift shop clustered in a gaggle beyond speaking distance, and that was all right with Lena. After they’d left her lying on the floor she didn’t have the most respect for them right now. Give her a little time and it would be easy for her to remember they’d feared for their lives and that people didn’t always react the way they expected when utter fear gripped them. For a vulnerable moment she became self-conscious about the panic that had overtaken her earlier. She’d never reacted like that before—it wasn’t like her.

“You can put me down now,” she said in defensive reaction.

He released her legs and she slid down his body. He kept one arm around her waist, as if he was afraid she’d fall on her face. When her right ankle took weight, it throbbed. She drew in a breath of discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gruffly.

She glanced up and met his serious gaze. “When I fell I twisted my ankle. But it’s no big deal.”

His frown deepened as he looked over her head into the distance, his glare so hard he looked like he could easily eat nails for breakfast. “You were pushed down by that scumbag over there. The one in the blue sweater. I’d like to break his face.”

Startled at the vehemence of his vow, she noted the group from the store. Said Blue Sweater Dude was the one who’d questioned her wanting to leave through the front door of the shop.

“He thought I was nuts for wanting to leave the store. We couldn’t get out of the back door,” she said. “It just wouldn’t open.”

His arm tightened around her waist. “Most of the doors are chained from the outside.”

A chill ran over her body. “Oh crap. What the hell is going on? Who is shooting?”

“Wish I knew. Why don’t you sit in my truck and get out of the cold? Take the weight off your ankle. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Not really. Just throbs.”

His grim expression didn’t change. “Could still be broken. The S.W.A.T. team should have a medic and ambulances should be on the way.”

He released her and unlocked his big truck.

She latched on to his coat sleeve. “No. They’ll have enough to worry about. I’ll get it looked at later. Maybe.”

His mouth tightened but he didn’t argue. “I’ll look at it.”

“You’re qualified?”

“I’m a rescue swimmer but I know a thing or two… I’m also EMT qualified. If it’s broken you need to get to the hospital ASAP.”

“Hospital?” She shook her head. “I’m not leaving here while my friends are in that mall enduring God knows what.”

“They’ll be all right.”

His infuriating calmness pricked her. “How can you be so calm when your brothers are in there?”

“I’m worried about them but their combat training will help and they’ll do everything they can to protect Melanie and Kathleen. I promise you that.”

The conviction in his voice and eyes told the truth. She knew it in her gut. “I know they will… God, I hope they’re all right.”

He cupped her face and his big palm cradled her tenderly. Heat shot through her at the unexpected and tender caress.

“Trust me,” he said softly, that deep voice filled with raw confidence.

 

Excerpt: Double Threat is out April 11!

Hey everyone! Hope you’re having a wonderful day. Double Threat comes out April 11 and I wanted to give you an excerpt to tantalize you. :) Hope you enjoy it.

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Book three in the Love Under Fire series.

As a therapist, Lena has worked with damaged vets—and never wants a relationship with one. As a result, her lust at first sight with sexy Coast Guard Chief Petty Officer Rick Frasier is off the fulfillment menu, no matter how intriguing she finds him.

Rick has never shied from danger or risk-taking but the overwhelming attraction he feels for Lena sends him into a tailspin. As they escape a gunman intent on mayhem and battle their feelings, they’ll find there’s a firestorm of desire inside them as furious and intense as any threat.

* *

“Lena. Hey, darlin’,” Rick’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. “Are you are hurt?”

Rick’s big hands still cradled Lena close but she didn’t know where she was. Didn’t want to know. She drew in one strangled breath and then another as shame threatened to mix with her panic. In the distance, she heard sirens approaching. Good. Good. The cavalry was coming.

She kept her face buried against his shoulder, her arms tight around his neck and did the only thing she could think of. She cursed. “Shit. Shit.”

He grunted, the sound half amusement. “You got that right. It’s okay. We’re at my truck now. We’re not anywhere near the shooter. Can you stand? As much as I like holding you I need to sit you down and see if you’re all right.”

Her arms tightened. “I can’t.”

“You can’t stand? Where are you hurt?”

She drew in one deep breath after another. Her ribs throbbed and her ankle ached but she told a white lie. “No I’m…I’m not hurt. I just panicked. I’m having a damned panic attack.”

“Okay.” His voice was soothing and strong. “It’s all right. You’re safe now.” His arms tightened. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

The sincerity of his words cut through her fear. No man had ever reassured her in this way before—certainly never held her this close and promised to keep her from harm.

She tried to bring her mind out of its riot, away from the jagged, sharp feelings produced by the absolute and irrational belief she was about to die. She damn well knew better than to believe the crap her mind was telling her. She could control this. She could. One deep breath and then another eased her tension. Shame finally won out and the shivering fear that still quaked through her limbs started to lessen. Heat returned to her body, as did the realization that a man’s very ripped, totally hot body held her close. Oh yeah. She could feel every inch of his amazing hard muscles against her. She eased her face from hiding and glanced around. Dozens of people stood nearby, including the patrons who had left her on the floor.

Police already swarmed the area, pushing back the crowd starting to gather. A S.W.A.T. van rumbled up to a staging area closer to the action. Rick’s truck was fairly far from the entrance, under a light pole. Night approached, and that would make the events in the mall that much harder to work with. She thought of a former S.W.A.T. team member and the PTSD that had all but crippled him after he’d accidentally shot an innocent boy in a dark alley. Darkness made all of this so much more difficult.

People from the gift shop clustered in a gaggle beyond speaking distance, and that was all right with Lena. After they’d left her lying on the floor she didn’t have the most respect for them right now. Give her a little time and it would be easy for her to remember they’d feared for their lives and that people didn’t always react the way they expected when utter fear gripped them. For a vulnerable moment she became self-conscious about the panic that had overtaken her earlier. She’d never reacted like that before—it wasn’t like her.

“You can put me down now,” she said in defensive reaction.

He released her legs and she slid down his body. He kept one arm around her waist, as if he was afraid she’d fall on her face. When her right ankle took weight, it throbbed. She drew in a breath of discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gruffly.

She glanced up and met his serious gaze. “When I fell I twisted my ankle. But it’s no big deal.”

His frown deepened as he looked over her head into the distance, his glare so hard he looked like he could easily eat nails for breakfast. “You were pushed down by that scumbag over there. The one in the blue sweater. I’d like to break his face.”

Startled at the vehemence of his vow, she noted the group from the store. Said Blue Sweater Dude was the one who’d questioned her wanting to leave through the front door of the shop.

“He thought I was nuts for wanting to leave the store. We couldn’t get out of the back door,” she said. “It just wouldn’t open.”

His arm tightened around her waist. “Most of the doors are chained from the outside.”

A chill ran over her body. “Oh crap. What the hell is going on? Who is shooting?”

“Wish I knew. Why don’t you sit in my truck and get out of the cold? Take the weight off your ankle. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Not really. Just throbs.”

His grim expression didn’t change. “Could still be broken. The S.W.A.T. team should have a medic and ambulances should be on the way.”

He released her and unlocked his big truck.

She latched on to his coat sleeve. “No. They’ll have enough to worry about. I’ll get it looked at later. Maybe.”

His mouth tightened but he didn’t argue. “I’ll look at it.”

“You’re qualified?”

“I’m a rescue swimmer but I know a thing or two… I’m also EMT qualified. If it’s broken you need to get to the hospital ASAP.”

“Hospital?” She shook her head. “I’m not leaving here while my friends are in that mall enduring God knows what.”

“They’ll be all right.”

His infuriating calmness pricked her. “How can you be so calm when your brothers are in there?”

“I’m worried about them but their combat training will help and they’ll do everything they can to protect Melanie and Kathleen. I promise you that.”

The conviction in his voice and eyes told the truth. She knew it in her gut. “I know they will… God, I hope they’re all right.”

He cupped her face and his big palm cradled her tenderly. Heat shot through her at the unexpected and tender caress.

“Trust me,” he said softly, that deep voice filled with raw confidence.

 

 

 

Writers & The Crazy Idea

Every writer has those moments where we want to throw up our hands and scream. Very few writers never have this experience. I know I have. The trick is in understanding how to navigate around the resistance we have to creating. This is a huge topic! Several writers have covered writer’s block and other forms of resistance to creating. One author who has a slew of good advice is Steven Pressfield. Steven’s book The War of Art is one of my favorite books on the topic. Steven also wrote a book called Do The Work. Recently I was reading this book again and came across some particularly great parts of the book.

“When an idea pops into our head and we think, “No, this is too crazy.” That’s the idea we want. When we think, “This notion is completely off the wall…should I even take the time to work on this?” The answer is yes. Never doubt the soup. Never say no. The answer is always yes.”

In the romance writing industry there are a lot of authors, probably a majority, who reject the idea above. But I believe in it wholeheartedly. :) Whatever the idea is, there’s a really good chance it has tremendous merit and it’s firing you up to create some great stuff! Don’t ignore the muse!

With that tiny piece of advice, I’m off to be a slug. Maybe if I don’t fall asleep, I’ll write some today.

True Crime & Fiction Author Diane Fanning & Criminal Minds

Please give a warm welcome to true crime author and fiction novelist Diane Fanning! I had the honor of hearing Diane speak about some of her true crime work recently on Darkness Radio and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Diane is the author of 21 published books: 12 true crime, 8 novels and 1 anthology.  In addition to Chain Reaction, she has two more books releasing in 2014: Scandal in the Secret City, a World War II mystery, and Under Cover of the Night, about the murder of Jocelyn Earnest. Diane has been seen on 48 Hours, 20/20, The Today Show and a wide array on programs on Biography, E!, Oxygen and Investigation Discovery.  Diane lives in Bedford, Virginia, in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

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A novel is born in many different ways—by character, by setting, by plot by whatever inspires the author.  Something just bites our instincts and holds on for dear life.  With the Lieutenant Lucinda Pierce series, the first thing that came to me was the character.  I wanted a strong woman who bore internal scars.  While I was thinking about her, I ran across a blog about facial disfigurement.  One of the complaints I found was that in television dramas and novels, the person with the damaged face was almost always a bad guy.  And it hit me: what a better way to give an external face to Lucinda’s wounds from the past than with a façade that painted a portrait for the world to see.

I suddenly had Lucinda: a tall, beautiful woman, as tough as dried venison with partially disfigured facial features.  At the same time, I was living in Texas but longing for my old home in the mountains of Virginia.  For that reason, I then decided that is where Lucinda would live and I created her back story.

Then, I needed a criminal case for her.  It had to be murder—I’d been writing about the real thing for quite some time.  Something about it, though, had to be different.  I’d studied and read about a lot of serial killers and that’s where I the twist came.  A killer who took a trophy from a victim and left behind the souvenir he had taken from his last murder.  The concept for the first book in the series, The Trophy Exchange was born.

I did worry a little bit about the plot concept and whether or not it was credible enough.  Criminal Minds put my mind to ease about that when a little more than a year after the release of that book: they used the same device in one of their episodes—not a real life validation but close enough for fiction.

Since then, I’ve written six more books featuring Lieutenant Lucinda Pierce.  The seventh one, Chain Reaction, is out now.  When I describe this book as explosive, it’s not hyperbole.  It opens with a bombing at a high school, a runaway dog and two dead victims on the scene.  In trying to solve the case, Lucinda tangles with grieving parents, faulty stereotypes, a prickly forensic lab administrator and federal investigators—including the recurring character, Special Agent Jake Lovett, who was introduced in Punish the Deed, the second book in the series.

At the same time, she’s trying to help young Charley, who has been a constant present in the series, since the first book when she discovered the body of her murdered mother.  In Chain Reaction, Charley made friends with a classmate experiencing sexual, emotional and physical abuse at the hands of her mother’s boyfriend.  Horrified, Charley believes the only person who can resolve the issue is Lucinda Pierce.

Add in personal complications and the political entanglements of her job and Lucinda is challenged as never before.  If she fails on any of these fronts, she may not be able to live with the outcome.

Chain Reaction and the rest of the books in the series are available in hardcover and digital formats.  The first six books in the series are also downloadable audiobooks.

You can find Diane at her blog, Facebook, Twitter.

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Diane will be giving away a hardback today so be sure to comment! We’ll pick a winner later tonight so be sure to stop by the blog again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Double Threat Releases April 11

Woot! Double Threat (Love Under Fire Trilogy Story #3) is out April 11. I should have excerpt and blurb out on my website soon, but I wanted to let everyone know that it’s coming. But in the meantime, if you haven’t seen the delicious cover, here it is!

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To give you a tidbit of what the story is about:

Book three in the Love Under Fire series.

As a therapist, Lena has worked with damaged vets—and never wants a relationship with one. As a result, her lust at first sight with sexy Coast Guard Chief Petty Officer Rick Frasier is off the fulfillment menu, no matter how intriguing she finds him.

Rick has never shied from danger or risk-taking but the overwhelming attraction he feels for Lena sends him into a tailspin. As they escape a gunman intent on mayhem and battle their feelings, they’ll find there’s a firestorm of desire inside them as furious and intense as any threat.

Inside Scoop:  The couples in the Love Under Fire series find love through the crucible of a mall shooting event.

How Not To Be Interviewed On The Radio: Reader POV

I’m coming at this from a purely reader POV even though I’m a writer. As a writer I’ve been interviewed by podcast/radio and even TV once about writing and paranormal investigation subjects. I feel fairly comfortable being interviewed on the radio because I’ve done it enough times now that it’s somewhat old hat.

Do I have all the answers on how to “be” interviewed? Nope. Not at all. I figure I could use some tips/training in that respect. Most readers, though, don’t appreciate when you play games with them.

I frequently listen to podcast interviews where the interviewer is talking to people who’ve written about some aspect of paranormal investigation. Most authors being interviewed do a great job, and I’m interested in looking for their book on Amazon and perhaps purchasing it. Win win for the author and me. Some authors, though, are fixated on selling their book in the wrong way (in my opinion). They’ll hedge when the interviewer asks them details about the experience/experiences that form the book. They’re apparently afraid they’ll give away too much and people won’t buy their book. As if you could give the reader all the good stuff.

From a reader’s POV, I can’t tell you how frustrating that is to me. If you’re not going to discuss the book, if you’re going to obnoxiously hedge when the interviewer is asking questions…well, as a reader there is no chance I’m ever going to buy your book. I’m stubborn that way, and my guess is there are plenty of other readers out there just like me. Now if there is something you can’t remember about the book (because like me if you’ve written quite a few you do forget details), that makes perfect sense. But the interviewer and the reader can tell when you’re doing this on purpose. I’ve even heard writers say to the interviewer things like, “Well, I’m not going to give that up…it’s in the book.” That stubborn part of me, the reader, kicks in. I say things like, “Then I’m not buying your book.”

Trust me. If I like your interview and it sounds like a great book, I’m going to buy it! Just don’t tell me that “nanny nanny boo boo I’m not going to tell you because you have to read the book.” :) What do you guys think about this subject? I’m curious.

Two Seekrit Projects!

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Seekrit projects. They hide in the shadows where they tempt you to walk down the long, dark tunnel with no flashlight. Ahem. Well, that’s what they’re like for me. Most every author I know alludes to a secret writing project now and then. You know. The writing projects that jump up and bite us in the rear and demand to be written. I’m not usually secretive enough to announce to the world that I’m being quiet about about a current work in progress. :)

For the last month or so I’ve done research for a book I’ve wanted to write for some time. Unable to think of a decent title for it, I’ve just decided it’s called That Novel About That Thang. :) Early last week I got another idea for yet another project which may or may not turn into a trilogy. I do have a title for that trilogy and the first story. After additional research, I decided to jump into the brand new project at the same time as That Novel About That Thang. Just call me creative this month.

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So with that in mind, I won’t linger too long in that dark forest without the flashlight. Off I go!

Five Truths About Writing You Don’t Often Hear

I’ve been motivated by my creativity surge in the last week to state some creativity and writing truths. Obviously they are just “my” truth, but I think they often apply to other people in the writing industry.

1.  If you wait to be motivated to write, you may not finish the book. So write whether you’re inspired or not.

2. Writing every day isn’t necessary, but if you don’t write for more than a specific amount of time you’ve set as a vacation, you might want to ask yourself if you’re avoiding writing all together.

3. Write the weird ideas. The ideas that make you want to to explore, to research and make you so excited you can’t stand it. Write the ideas that make you wonder what other people will think if you DARE write them. Those are the book your soul, your creativity knows you were meant to write. If you’re genuinely excited to write a certain story, don’t let anything get in your way. That includes publishers, agents, spousal units…other family members and friends.

4. Monetary success has nothing to do with the quality of a book.

5. Writing from the heart is almost always far more satisfying then writing to formula or shoulds.

Those are your five writing truths. :) I hope they make you think about your writing journey.

My Social Media Experiment & Creativity Surge

Hey all. :) I hope you’re having a great week already. I thought I’d pop in and say thank you to everyone who has picked up Before There Was You since it released March 10. I really appreciate it!

Next, I wanted to report on my social media experiment. Since last Thursday I decided I’d take a month off from Twitter and Facebook. Okay, I lied. I had a stop over last night on both to say OMG about the last episode of The Walking Dead. It was so fantastic I had to say something. :)

Anyhoo, my social media experiment is going well. It’s been a great rest for my brain. My primary goal was to see how much more creative I felt overall if I didn’t feel I needed to participate in social media. Thursday I immediately got an idea for a new story. A disaster story. I know, I know, I am the queen of the disaster romance…the kind where hero and heroine have to battle for their lives through a a disaster, some of which are real situations in history.  This story idea included zombies at first, but I decided that was a no go. I also haven’t figured out if it will be a novel or three novels. I do have a title for the story.  Anyhoo, we’ll see how that goes.

That Novel About That Thang? It’s still in the research stage. I got another research book Saturday and I was so excited. You know you’re really into your creative mode when a research book is thrilling!

Plus, I have three novels in a trilogy to revise and haven’t gotten around to that yet. But you know what? I feel no sense of urgency. It’s all good at the pace I’m going.

So that’s what I’m doing right now. Back to research and creating novels. Talk again soon.