Monday, May 27, 2013

Happy Memorial Day!

Happy Memorial Day everyone! I just want to take a minute to thank all the men and women who have served our country! You are amazing people and I am very grateful for all you have done and continue to do!

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

TAG! I'm it!

Last week I was contacted by the lovely Christine S. Feldman to participate in a blog tag. The task is simple: answer ten basic questions about your writing. So here we go!
1)  What is the working title of your next book?
Norah (The McKades of Texas, Book 2)
2)  Where did the idea come from for the book?
Um...I'm still working on the overall plot :)
3)  What genre does your book fall under?
Contemporary Western Romance
4)  What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?
I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to this! LOL. Some of the people I have picked aren't actors, so I guess you could say that I view these people as inspiration for those characters. For Norah McKade I picked Lindsay Ellingson, and for Chase O'Donnell I picked Henry Cavill.
5)  What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Since I'm still working out the details of the novel I really don't have any kind of synopsis available yet :(
6)  Who is publishing your book?
I'm a self-pub author so......ME! :)
7)  How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?
It took me a few weeks to get about 25k into the novel....before I had to scrap pretty much everything and start over. Still trying to work out all the plot details so my current manuscript has been stuck at the 4k mark for a few months now.
8)  What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Wow, I'm honestly not sure. 
9)  Who or what inspired you to write this book?
When I started writing Zane (Book 1 in The McKades of Texas series) I honestly had no intentions of continuing it as a series. But as I got into the story and creating these characters I just fell in love with them and didn't want to leave them in that one book. So I decided to give each of the siblings their own story.
10)  What else about the book might pique the readers’ interests?
It's got some sexy cowboys in it *wink wink*

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Hey Y'all!

Okay, so I know I've been really, REALLY slacking on the blog lately...I'm so sorry! But now that things are a little less hectic around here I'm hoping to change all of that. Thanks for sticking around!

Here's a little update on what's going on:
I am still working on my second novel in "The McKades of Texas". For those of you who don't know, this is going to be Norah's story. This one has been sort of a struggle for me. I was pretty deep in the story last summer but I had a plot issue that basically called for an entire rewrite. Sucks, I know. But I AM working on it. I don't want to say "Oh I'm hoping to have it out by blah blah blah" and give those of you who are waiting false hopes (even though I have said it in the past before......sorry, but I really thought I'd be further along by now). When I get on a roll and far enough in the story where I'm confident on a release date I'll let you guys know :)

I also got a new idea for a brand new book that I'm hoping to start writing as well. I was just going to put my thoughts down in a word document, but this idea is just THERE in my head and won't leave me alone. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it should be interesting juggling multiple stories at once. We'll see how well this goes.

I hope y'all are doing well! Thanks again for stopping by and I promise to do my best to post more often:)

Monday, May 13, 2013

Tour Stop! "Heiress Bride" by Cynthia Woolf

Today I have the pleasure of hosting author Cynthia Woolf during her virtual tour for "Heiress Bride"! Cynthia is joining us today with a guest post on how to overcome that dreaded writer's block. Enjoy!

Overcoming Writer’s Block - by Cynthia Woolf

We’ve all had it.  Suffered from it like it was a disease.  Writer’s block.  The inability to put words on paper or on computer screen.  I’ve been facing it for several weeks now but I think I may have overcome it now.  How did I finally do it?  I’ll tell you.
First I continued to write, just not on my WIP (work in progress).  I wrote blogs and emails and notes and letters.  Whatever I could to keep writing.  And I edited my manuscript.  And edited.  And edited.  But I still couldn’t seem to form any new words to add to the book.
Part of my problem is that I’m a pantser.  I don’t plot out my books.  I simply wirte and let it happen.  I see the story much as you do.  It an organic process for me.  But, in this case, I could seem to find my way to letting it happen.  Didn’t have the faintest idea what or where it was going.  Even as a pantser I usually have a vague idea what should happen next.  But I didn’t.  I’d look at my blank computer screen and see only a blank in my head, too.
So what did I do?  For a couple of weeks nothing.  Then one of my critique partners suggested that I read my manuscript all the way through without editing.  That is a hard thing for a writer to do, at least for this writer.  The only way for me to do it was to send it to my Kindle.  I highly recommend this method becaue you CAN’T edit.  All you can do is read.  You discover what you loved about your story.  You suddenly see it all in context and you get ideas about what comes next and where it needs to go.  And you’re able to move forward.
The other thing that helps me is that, once per week, my critique partners and I get together for what we call “Just Write”.  We spend from 10 am to 3 pm writing.  Well, mostly writing.  The first half hour is spent catching up from last week and then we write.  We break for a half hour lunch where we discuss any problems we’re having or just visit with each other.  Then we spend the last 2 ½ hours writing again.
We aim for one thousand words.  It doesn’t sound like a lot to write in four hours but it is a lot.  Try it.  It’s hard.  But it works.  Just a thousand words.  Then it’s another thousand and so on and so on.
Try it.  It works.  Keep writing.  Anything.  Just keep writing.

Book Synopsis

Heiress Ella Davenport survived a carriage accident that killed her father.  Her life saved in exchange for savage scars marring her beautiful face.  Her friends, socialites, showed their true colors, casting Ella from the social circles and leaving her a social pariah. Even her wealth can’t buy her the kind of marriage she wants. Desperate to find a husband who can accept her despite her scars and, without knowing about her money, she seeks to become a mail order bride.  Matchmaker & Co. has a new client.

Nathan Ravenclaw was run out of town by the father of the girl he was courting once he discovered Nathan’s Arapaho Indian heritage. It didn’t matter he was a successful rancher, businessman and a positive member of society.  The white community suddenly saw only a half-breed. Even his money couldn’t buy him a wife. That was ten years ago.  He moved and rebuilt everything that cold rancher took from him except a wife.  Matchmaker & Company can get him a wife.  But Nathan is not expecting the beauty that waits for him on the train platform.  Though he still lacks the ability to trust, he determines that she will be the wife and mother he needs.

Can these two people find love and healing together? Or are their scars too deep to bridge the gap between trust and acceptance?

Quick Facts
Release Date: March 15th, 2013.
Genre: Historical, Romance, Western.​
Formats Available for Purchase: Kindle, Nook, Smashwords, Apple, Kobo.
Formats Available for Review: any e-format listed above.

She arrived in Denver on April 6, 1868.  A date she would forever remember as the start of her life.  It was almost like another birthday.
The weather was cold with the wind off the plains toward the mountains.  The buildings weren’t as tall as in New York, but the wind still whistled between them and over the platform where she stood.  She was glad of her good wool coat and lined boots.  They kept her warm while she waited for Mr. Ravenclaw to find her.  There wasn’t anyone else wearing a veil so she didn’t think he’d have much problem identifying her.
She wasn’t really sure what she expected, but it wasn’t the tall, devastatingly handsome man that approached her.  He had a square jaw shaved clean and a tiny dimple in his chin.  Black eyebrows slashed over his eyes, the color of which was hidden by the shadow from his hat, pulled low on his head.  For once she was glad of her veil.  He wouldn’t be able to see her mouth hanging open, gawking at him.
“Miss Davenport?”
“Yes.  Are you Mr. Ravenclaw?”
“I am.”
She held out her hand.  “Ella Davenport.”
He removed his glove and enveloped her hand in his big one.  His fingers brushed the skin of her wrist just above her glove.  The tingle that traveled clear to her toes was unexpected and her gaze snapped up to his.  She looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes.  They seemed to question what was happening between them as much as she did.
He held her hand for what seemed like a lifetime and they simply starred at each other.
“Miss Davenport….”
“Ella.  Please.”
“Ella.  I would like for you to lift your veil.”
“Are you sure you want to do this in public.  It can be…shocking.”
“I’m sure.”  He squeezed her hand and then let go.
“Very well.”  She lifted the heavy lace, prepared for him to be taken aback by the ugliness of it.  She wasn’t prepared for him to lift his hand and gently trace the scar all the way from her left eye over her cheek and down her neck to the top of her collar.
There was no disdain on his face.  His blue eyes took in everything and accepted it, but even so he said the last thing she expected.
“You are a very beautiful woman.”
She stood there with her mouth open until he raised her chin with his knuckle.
“Why are you surprised?  Surely you have heard the compliment before.”
She shook her head to clear it and find her tongue.  “Not since the accident, except from my brother.  But he’s biased.  He loves me.”
“He but states the obvious.  Your scars do not detract from your beauty.”
“I must thank you because good manners dictate it.  However, I believe we should see about getting you some glasses.”
He laughed.  A rich, deep baritone.  “I’m glad you have a sense of humor.”
She stared back at him, incredulous, “Who was joking?”

The Author
Cynthia Woolf was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with her friends.
Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.
Cynthia was and is an avid reader. Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week. This is where young Cynthia first got the storytelling bug. She wrote her first story at the age of ten. A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.
She worked her way through college and went to work full time straight after graduation and there was little time to write. Then in 1990 she and two friends started a round robin writing a story about pirates. She found that she missed the writing and kept on with other stories. In 1992 she joined Colorado Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America. Unfortunately, the loss of her job demanded she not renew her memberships and her writing stagnated for many years.
In 2001, she saw an ad in the paper for a writers conference being put on by CRW and decided she'd attend. One of her favorite authors, Catherine Coulter, was the keynote speaker. Cynthia was lucky enough to have a seat at Ms. Coulter's table at the luncheon and after talking with her, decided she needed to get back to her writing. She rejoined both CRW and RWA that day and hasn't looked back.
Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband Jim and the great friends she's made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.

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Tour Schedule:
May 2: Black Lion Tours Blog: Introduction.
May 3: Bunny's Review Blog: Guest Post and Review.
May 4: Laurie's Non-Paranormal Reviews: Interview.
May 5: Fandom Fanatic: Interview.
May 6: Books a la Mode: Guest Post.
May 7: Lindsay's Scribblings: Guest Post.
May 8: Makayla's Book Reviews: Review and Guest Post.
May 9: The Stuff of Success: Guest Post.
May 10: Pure Jonel: Review and Guest Post.
May 11: My Devotional Thoughts: Review and Interview.
May 12: Jody's Book Reviews: Guest Post.
May 13: Kimberly Lewis Novels: Guest Post.
May 14: My reading Obsession: Guest Post.
May 15: Full Moon Bites: Guest Post and Interview.
May 16: Black Lion Tours: Wrap- up.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day!!!

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Friday, May 10, 2013

Tour Stop! "To Be Maria" by Deanna Proach


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by Deanna Proach

Quick Facts                                        

Release Date: May 3, 2013                                       

Genre: YA Contemporary Fiction (Coming of Age)                                                    
Formats: Kindle.            

Book Synopsis
Seventeen-year-old Anya Preschnikov dreams of one day becoming a famous actor, but she is faced with two problems: her one-parent, dysfunctional family neglects her and has no money to support her and at school, she is the target for her peers' contempt. Anya believes that, in order to gain her stepping stone to stardom, she must dress like the rich girls and be surrounded by a large network of friends. All of this changes when Maria Hernandez--an immigrant from Spain-- comes to Peach Valley Senior High.
Maria knows what it takes to fit in. She is bold, confident and she dresses suggestively, characteristics that all of the popular kids admire. Yet, she sees in Anya what everyone else does not see: Anya's outer beauty and her immense talent.
Maria is everything Anya wants to be: popular, sexy and confident. So, when Maria extends her hand of friendship, Anya is elated. Her lifelong dream is about to become a reality, but it falls short one Saturday night at a party when a boy's rude comment sends her into a rage.
Desperate to belong somewhere, Anya and Maria set out to find new friends outside of school. They meet Alex and Marissa, a young couple who eagerly welcomes them into their world of parties and drugs. Anya and Maria soon find out that Alex is a drug dealer, but they are so lured by his wealth, good looks and aggressive confidence that they cannot resist his friendship. They don't know that Alex's gang is at war with a rival gang--one that is run by Anya's older brother, Adrik--until one incident puts their lives in danger's path. To make matters worse, Alex will not let Anya and Maria out of his sight.
Anya and Maria must find away out of this situation before it's too late.



Anya wakes, startled by the loud, repetitive beep of her alarm clock. In a daze, she reaches over the small night stand and slaps the stop button. She groans, her tired eyes half closed, while she slips out from underneath the old, but comfortable blanket.
Great. I'm so tired. If only I had two more hours. But no. When there's no school, there's work, and that's even worse. I hate that I have to get up at five-thirty every Saturday and Sunday morning. My manager always gives me the worst shifts.
She shuffles over to the closet. Unlike most other girls in school, she never rummages through the closet in search of the perfect outfit. She rolls her eyes. "Oh God, here we go again: the same jeans, faded tank-tops, baggy t-shirts and sweatshirts. I can't wait until the day comes when I throw away these ugly clothes. I just wish I had the money to buy new clothes, fashionable clothes. Maybe then, I'd fit in at school."
Anya traces her finger over the delicate cloth of her one and only bohemian-style summer dress. Even the dress is a hand-me-down, worn by her mother back in the 1970s. But it is the only piece of clothing she loves. Unfortunately it's still too cold outside to wear it.
hank god for my imagination. I don't know what I'd do without it.
The things Anya enjoys the most are brushing her hair and writing in her journal. These are the only times she can let her imagination take her away from home. She can pretend to be anything—anything but herself.
Anya rakes her slender fingers through her long hair. Today, I'm a daughter of a wealthy architect, so I'm going to wear a pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans and a green peasant top, the revealing one. Then I'll put on that expensive necklace and those silver hoop earrings that Mom bought for me yesterday. She frowns at her clothes. Ugh, who are you kidding, Anya? Why even waste your time pretending to have something when it makes you even more unhappy to realize that you don't have it.
To get her mind off her clothes, she looks at her mother's photograph, the one that always sits on top of the nightstand. Every time Anya looks at the photograph, she studies her mother's features. Her father used to tell her that she looks so much like her mother, Ana Preschnikov, but, until now, she never gave it much thought. Anya now realizes why her father used to call her Ana. Ana--who must have been in her early twenties the time this photo was taken--boasted the same long, caramel brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, petite, heart-shaped face, slender nose and smooth, cream-colored skin. Anya often wonders what life would be like if her mother was still alive. It has been so many years since she passed away that Anya has forgotten what it's like to have a mother. Sometimes she dreams about her mother and sometimes she longs for the comfort of her tender arms and loving words.
Her eyes eventually shift away from the photograph to the journal sitting on the floor in front of the nightstand. The front and back cover is of a soft blue and leather. She received it as a Christmas gift from her best friend Patrick a little over one year ago. Since then, she has filled it with her thoughts until only a few empty pages remain. She has planned to leave those pages blank until she purchased another journal--something she has decided to do after work this weekend.
"Oh heck, I can't wait until the weekend. I really need to clear my mind," she whispers. She changes into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, grabs the journal off the floor, then walks over to the kitchen.
The kitchen is messier than usual. Two of the cupboard doors are left open, the sink is filled with dirty dishes and the counter is littered with stale food, wrappers, cutlery and cups that are half-filled with juice. She bites down hard on her lower lip. She can feel the red creep up her neck and over her face. Damnit! Why doesn't my dad clean up after himself? Why does he expect Sophia and I to clean up after him all the time? She sinks into the nearest chair, breathing out a long, angry sigh. Her stomach growls, warning that if she doesn't eat she will spend the entire day tripping over her words and suffering from exhaustion and a bad headache--something she has endured several times in the past.  
Anya leaves her journal, then walks over to one of the open cupboards. As predicted, it is empty save one box of Macaroni and Cheese and a package of Mr. Noodles. Anya shuts the door, then peers into the next cupboard. All that remains in there is a box of Cheerios. She grabs the box, realizing that it's more than half-empty, but thinking that it should be enough to satisfy her until lunch.
As she opens the fridge door, she hears a shuffling noise from behind. Thinking that it is Sophia, she turns, ready for a round of confrontation. But it is her father and he stands less than one foot away from the doorway. He's hardly ever up this early, so Anya is surprised to see him. For the first time in a long time, he is clean shaven and he's dressed in a red, button-down, flannel shirt that is tucked into blue jeans. Anya suspects that his clothes are also clean because she does not smell any foul stench.
Anya cocks her left eyebrow. "You're up early."  
"Yeah, I got a new job."
"At Home Depot."
Anya purses her lips. That's not a step up from your last job at Canadian Tire. "Cool, is the pay better?"
"Yeah, enough to get me by."
Anya narrows her eyes. "Well, I hope you last at this job," she says, slamming the milk and Cheerios down on the table. It's enoughto get us by, you self-centered jerk. I hope your new boss doesn't fire your dumb ass like your last boss did.
"I think so. You gonna to clean this up," he says, pointing at the counter.
Anya glares at him. "Uh, no."
"Why not?"
"Because you were the one who made the dang mess. That's why!"
He casts her a sharp look. "Don't talk to me like that, young lady."
"I can talk to you however I want!"

"Fine then, be that way. I'm off."
"Clean your stinking mess when you get home from work," Anya yells after him. She slumps into a chair, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't cry. He's not worth it. Don't let him get you down," she whispers over and over again until the anger ebbs. But when she looks down at the diary, the feeling returns. She flips through it until she comes to a blank page.
'February 17, 2003.' 'Dear Diary,' she writes underneath the date in the top left corner of the empty page.
'This day is not off to a good start.' She then writes about her dad, describing him using every foul word in the English language. Once she has spilled her anger and frustration onto the paper, she breathes out a huge sigh. It makes her feel much better. Besides she doesn't want to spend every minute of the day thinking about the people who get her down.
I'm sorry I used all that bad language. I just needed to let off steam. Anyway, it's time to tell you about the good stuff in my life.
I'm still really excitement that I got accepted into Mr. Hawthorne's advanced acting class. I know, I already told you this--Patrick's sick of hearing me say this--but this is the best thing that ever happened to me. Mr. Hawthorne doesn't accept anyone into his advanced acting class. Over a hundred students auditioned this year, and out of those auditions, he chose only sixteen students to be in his class. The fact that he chose me over several other good actors is a huge gold feather in my cap.
Every year, Mr. Hawthorne sponsors one student to attend Vancouver Film School. His sponsorship pays for one year's tuition. This will give me a huge start to my career. I'm busting my ass to show Mr. Hawthorne the best of me because I'm determined to be the recipient of his sponsorship.
Anya pauses to flex her wrist. She steals a glance at her wrist watch. It reads seven 'o' clock. There is still some spare time to write, thankfully, because she hasn't told her journal everything she needs to say.
There's this new girl in school. She's our age and she's in our grad class. Her name is Maria and she's from Spain, the country everyone seems to think is cool. There's so many Spanish people who live in this city that it's no wonder why most of them go wide eyed when they think about Spain. I've never been to Europe, but I imagine that Spain's a beautiful country, though I don't think it's any better than any other country in Europe. Or every other country in this world for that matter. I think it's the way Maria dresses and the way she acts that everyone finds so attractive. Well, the popular kids mostly. She's been at Peach Valley Senior High for only two weeks and she's already at the top of the popularity chain. Patrick thinks she's a slut, an easy layover. That's why all the boys are so gaga over her. But I don't know if that's true. I personally think she's drop-dead gorgeous.
Anya's eyes droop when she thinks about Maria.
Her clothes are so stylish. I wish I had those kinds of clothes, and--I know I say this almost every day--I wish I was as popular as her. I'd like to get toknow Maria--she'd be the coolest friend I'd ever have--but Carly beat me to it. Carly befriended her the moment she set foot in Peach Valley Senior High. Maria's in two of my classes and sometimes I see her in the hallway, but she never says anything to me. It's no wonder why, though. She's Carly's friend.
Anyway, I think I've told you enough information for one day. I gotta get ready for school. Until next time.
Love Anya.

The Author

Deanna Proach graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in History from the University of Northern
British Columbia in 2008. She initially trained to become a teacher, but decided, in her last year of post-secondary education training, to pursue a career in writing instead.
Since then, Proach has written two novels: DAY OF REVENGE (Inkwater Press) and TO BE MARIA (will be released, May 1, 2013 via Amazon Kindle). Proach is also an aspiring travel writer, avid blogger and actress.
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