Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Contests are Coming! The Contests are Coming!

Just in time for the holidays, I'm going to be giving away a whole bunch o'stuff! Stay tuned for details on how you can win autographed copies of my books, as well as some other nifty items from fellow chapter and blog mates. Details coming soon so stick around and be ready to win!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Got Plans This Weekend?

If your plans include being anywhere on the North Fork of Long Island, take a ride out to the Southold Library for a fun afternoon of all things romance. The incomparable Bertrice Small will lead a roundtable discussion featuring authors from Dunes & Dreams Romance Writers about our love of our genre. We'll talk about how we got started, why we write romance, how we create our characters and plotlines, and where we see the genre going in the future.

I can promise you an informative, lively afternoon. And since the talk runs from 1-3 pm, you'll still have plenty of time to get your pumpkins, farm-fresh produce, Briermere pies, and Long Island wine. I hope you'll join us!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Double Release Day!

Today is the official release day for Kismet's Salvation, Katherine Brandon's Book III of the Kismet series. Want a sample? Sure...I'm in a generous mood today.

When Armand relieved Baptiste at the wheel one afternoon after a few days at sea, he found the lady steering South Star over the crashing waves. In order to see over the wheel to the watery horizons beyond the ship’s bow, she stood upon a makeshift platform built of folded canvas tied with rope. Baptiste hovered by her side and guided her with soft whispers.

“So, now we’re not only taking passengers, we’re instructing them on seamanship?” Armand asked archly.

Both culprits whirled in surprise.

“She’s a born sailor, Cap’n,” Baptiste told him, guilt evident on his wide-eyed, flushed face. “Got the salt in her blood, she does.”

But Armand paid little heed to the hasty explanation. His gaze remained focused on the lady who gripped the wheel. Not since he’d last witnessed his mother at the helm had he seen an expression of such pure delight on a woman’s face. The smile she displayed struck him dumb. She resembled a child on Christmas morning, awed by a bounty of gifts only dreamed of and never expected. Her eyes sparkled with the very same glint of silver he’d noted a few days earlier. Without the confines of her silly bonnet, a thick river of brandy-colored hair fell straight to her waist. Fiery lights from the setting sun formed a halo beyond her head. Pink tinged her nose and ears, the result of prolonged exposure to sun and wind. With no padding to enhance the width of her figure, the chubby little mouse was, to his immense surprise, willowy. She wore an old silk gown of his mother’s—he remembered it well.

Antoinetta St. Clair always favored rich, deep colors because they looked so dramatic against her golden skin and rich red hair. Yet, Miss Winchester’s pale ivory flesh set off the deep forest green of the gown with such vibrancy, she might cause peacocks to hide their tails in shame.

“You’re enjoying these sailing lessons, Miss Winchester?”

“Aye.” She placed her hands to her bosom as if she’d just discovered a wondrous secret and clutched it to her heart. “I’m beginning to understand why you insist upon spending your evenings here. It is unlike anything I’ve ever known.”

“What is?”

“The feeling of freedom, of course.” She flung her arms wide and inadvertently knocked Baptiste off the platform beside her. He stumbled and might have fallen if Armand hadn’t put a hand out to stop him, but she never noticed. “It surrounds me as I stand here. I can sense the ship responding to my intentions when I turn the wheel. Why, it’s almost as if she knows what I want before I do.”

Armand cast an amused glance at the displaced Baptiste, who shook his head. Miss Winchester might not be the most graceful sailor they’d ever had aboard, but she more than made up for that shortcoming with her enthusiasm.

“She’s the best ship I’ve ever sailed,” Armand said. “Wouldn’t you say so, Baptiste?”

“Aye.” He brushed the sleeves of his jacket with a disinterested air.

“Have you sailed many ships, Captain?”

He nodded. “My family owns a shipping business. I learned to sail before I could walk.”

“Oh, how I envy you,” she sighed. “It must be wonderful to lead such a footloose life!”

He quirked a brow. “Footloose?”

Roses bloomed in her cheeks. “Isn’t that what you would call it? Baptiste said a footloose sail is one whose bottom isn’t tied down properly. Without the proper restraints, he told me, it dances in the wind.” She dropped her gaze to her feet. “Forget I said anything. I’m being fanciful.”

Charming. This little slip of a girl enthralled him with her innocence. “No,” Armand assured her. “You’re not being fanciful. I suspect in some way your correlation is quite accurate. Compared to the stifled upbringing of a young lady in England, an American sailor’s life would seem footloose.”

“Come along, Miss Lydia.” Baptiste placed a hand on her sleeve. “It must be time for dinner if the captain has come to relieve us.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly eat,” she exclaimed. “I’m much too excited by all of this!”

He couldn’t stop the words that fled his lips. “Would you like to stay here with me then?”

She whirled. Her eyes brimmed with eagerness, and her hands clasped in supplication. “May I?”

He shrugged, attempting to seem unaffected by her zeal. But the truth of the matter was, he found her present mood contagious, and he had a sudden desire to see more of this side of her. If Lydia suddenly claimed her hunger overrode her need to steer the ship, he would have followed her to the galley and left Baptiste to man the helm. For the first time since he was a lad in New Orleans, something besides the quest for serenity beckoned to him. And that something burned inside a young lady whom he’d previously dismissed as a chubby little mouse.

You like? Well, there's plenty more where that came from. Head on over to The Wild Rose Press and buy your copy now!

And if that weren't enough, Gina got a nice little surprise in the mail today from Avalon Books. Seems Book I of her Nobody series, Nobody's Darling, will be released in June 2011.

I foresee some great celebrating tonight!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

October's Online Workshops at Dunes & Dreams

Got a pain in the neck? Or maybe you have trouble working your research into your storyline effectively? Well, then, our October workshops are perfect for you! Starting Monday, you can sit in on Ergonomics for Writers or Beyond Research: Stronger POV and Effective Use of Detail in the Dunes & Dreams forum. Or take both classes at once. You can, you know. It's easy with the forum, since each class is structured in its own separate space. Log in at your convenience, read, absorb, post questions or assignments, then come back a few hours or even days later to read the follow-up. It's all up to you.

Cost is $20 for non-members, $10 for members.

You can read the details and register here.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

A Few Common Sense Tips For Writers

I've been noticing a few common sense mistakes from writers lately and I thought I'd address some of them.

1. Your email address is important for contacting agents and editors. Cutesy ones like "Ilovellamas@gmail" might seem fun for your friends, but they don't show a professional attitude. By the same token, don't use a series of letters and/or numbers that can be mistaken for spam, like "cbaltblu72@yahoo" unless you enjoy having your messages disappear into the ether.

2. When writing a synopsis, it's important to include the ending! While judging contests lately, I'm seeing a lot of synopses that say something like, "Ann is kidnapped by the bad guy, and it's up to Roger to save her, which he does, and they both profess their love." No mention of the bad guy's identity or how exactly Roger saves Ann. Bad form, kids. Your target needs to know you've worked out all the kinks. Trust me. They're not going to steal your brilliant idea.

3. Big Brother is watching. Don't Tweet or Facebook your drunken karaoke session, your honest opinion of a bestselling work, or your current very personal drama with your significant other.

Makes sense, right?

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Notes from the Ohio Conference

What a great weekend here in Columbus for the Central Ohio Fiction Writers' Write From the Heart Conference! Featured speaker, Suzanne Brockmann, definitely kept her audience captive with The Whole Enchilada, which discussed how to "anchor" yourself to writing, how to write the real hero, and a brief discussion on deep POV. I actually had to leave before the Q & A ended because Suzanne's talk had inspired the next scene in my current wip and I couldn't wait to rush up to my room to get writing!

Saturday's workshops ranked supreme. I, personally, attended Virginia Kantra's "Keeping the Romance in Your Romance," and Susan Crandall's insightful talk on "Internet Marketing" and walked away with scads of notes from both. But I also heard from other attendees that CJ Lyons wowed the crowd with her query workshop and Rhonda Stapleton had some great info for those interested in the YA market.

At lunch, Suzanne Brockmann once again took us through a fun and stirring afternoon of challenging ourselves to write the best books we've ever read.

I'm often amazed that, as much as I know about this business and writing in general, attending a workshop and listening to another author speak on a basic principle (such as Virginia's talk on romance) can provide an aha! moment. After Suzanne's inspiration for my chapter ten, Virginia managed to provide another idea for the same chapter that enhanced the relationship between my hero and heroine.

Tomorrow, I'll drive home, but with fond memories and a lot of gratitude for the hospitality of Central Ohio Fiction Writers and their fabulous conference! Thanks, ladies, for all your hard work. You did an outstanding job!