Saturday, November 1, 2014

The #NaNoWriMo Experience: Amanda Ward @SecretCravings @AugustMum

Secret Cravings Author Amanda Ward shares her NaNo Experience. 

NANO, NO…NO…Oh Alright.

The first of November, brings the ‘that most wonderful time of the year’ for professional and amateur authors alike. Yes, it’s Nanowrimo, aka National Novel Writing Month, with the aim, to write a book in 30 days. I have participated in it for the past five years, and never managed to win. However this year, I am determined to do so.

The idea is that you write a certain amount of words, during the month. Mine is 60k. However I am getting a head start by aiming to be at least a third if not more of the way through my current WIP. I won’t lie. This is hard work, requires focus and discipline (both of which as a mum of 3 I severely lack) to get the daily word count written. However this time I have both the time and motivation.

I have a book that is contracted and needs to be written and with my publisher by the beginning of December. So in order to achieve the daily word count and try to win Nano this year, I have decided to abstain from social networking and spend the time I would on those, writing. If you see what I mean. So allowing for various things to go totally wrong, between the hours of say 9.30am and 12pm I will bash out as many words as I can. I’ve started small. Each day since the beginning of October I have been determined to write a minimum of 1K and now I’m past 10K. Yay go me!!

So if anyone out there is tempted to write their first ever novel, November is the ideal time to do it. The kids are at school, the house is quiet and look over there…it’s a squirrel…(apologies. I am a dreadful procrastinator), please join me, cheer me on and kick my backside, but above all write and ENJOY yourself. Writing what you love, what you would go into a shop and buy yourself. If you will go and buy something, chances are someone else will too!

It is good fun, but above all, it’s an achievement. You can sit in your chair with the printed out certificate whilst editing your manuscript and think to yourself…That’s me. I did it!!!

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Good luck everyone.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Readers are #FallingIntoLove with the Deputy's Bride @AnitaPhilmar #MFRWauthor

Readers are FALLING INTO LOVE with Romance Books...
especially with Anita Philmar's cowboys.

I'm so excited to tell you about the next book in my Naked Bluff, Texas series. Remember back in book one "In Deep Water," we meet Texas Deputy Bo Kildare. Well, he's back in a book of his own. This story is a little longer than the first two books in the series. What can I say, lawmen can be so demanding.


See book in Kindle Store

Deputy’s Bride is an erotic, historical western that is a stand-alone story with a satisfying HEA. 

Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.

 Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling. Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head.

Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?

“God, when is he going to get here,” Sarah muttered and strolled to the freestanding, oval mirror in the corner.
Critically, she examined her silk dressing gown’s high collar. Unable to breathe with every button running down the front of garment secured, she’d only connected a few at her waist. The dark red robe highlighted her creamy complexion and light blonde hair.
 Through the open at the top, she viewed the curve of her breasts and the tight fit of her corset. The cream color almost matched her skin, creating the illusion that she was nude underneath. Tugging aside her wide skirt, she examined the long line of her legs. She’d opted to omit her bloomers. One, because with the fire raging in the fireplace, she was hot. Two, because she thought Mr. Kildare should get a glimpse of what he’d receive if he decided to make her his wife.
  Granted from what Madeline had told Sarah, the man wanted more than a dutiful wife. He sounded as if he were more like her deceased husband. Micah enjoyed playing extreme bedroom games.
  She frowned, thinking how much she’d missed sex in the last year. Not because she hadn’t had the chance to indulge. More because she hadn’t wanted to fall victim to the same power hungry crowd that Micah had belonged. She’d done enough for those bastards and she had no intentions of doing...
 Knuckles hammered against her door.
  Brushing a nervous hand over her hair, she offered up a silent prayer that everything would work out before she rushed back to the doorway. After a quick breathe, she asked, “Who is it?”
  “Bo Kildare, I was sent by Madeline Cowden.”
 A masculine tone rang from the other side.
  His voice alone sent shivers racing over her skin. She flipped back the lock and inched open the door. “Yes, she said you might be stopping by.”
Author Bio
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way. Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice? Read her books and decide.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

#Thursday13 PLAY LIST Spooky Sojourn @AshleyLadd

Author Ashley Ladd visits Romance Beckons with a PLAY LIST for her latest book, ‘Spooky Sojourn’.

I love to listen to music and the more my hearing decreases, the more I fear I won’t have this pleasure much longer. You see, I’m a disabled Air Force vet and I wear double hearing aids. Unfortunately, even with the hearing aids, I mishear a lot of words. But if I put ear plugs into my ears, I can still hear the songs.

In case I lose more hearing to the point of not being able to hear music, I hope I’ll be able to hear it in my mind.

I have a very long playlist on You Tube and I also listen to an eclectic mix of songs on Pandora from Moldy Oldies to Motown to Disco to country to my mother’s favorite Frank Sinatra.

Here are the top thirteen songs I listened to while writing ‘Spooky Sojourn’. The hero in this book is an old soul even if I don’t say so. I know so. He listens to Sinatra and Bobby Darrin and a lot of jazz music so I had to add a couple of those type songs on my playlist.

It’s very difficult to choose only thirteen as I there at least a hundred songs on my You Tube play list. Can you tell that I was a teenager during the Disco era?

1. The Way You Look Tonight – Harry Connick Jr.
2. Dream Lover – Bobby Darrin
3. Reunited – Peaches & Herb
4. How Deep Is Your Love – Bee Gees
5. More Than A Woman – Bee Gees
6. Blue Moon – The Marcels
7. Earth Angel – The Penguins
8. Always Be My Baby – David Cook
9. Over You- Daughtry
10. Nights on Broadway – Bee Gees
11. Working My Way Back To You – Franki Valli & The Four Seasons
12. Tonight’s The Night – Rod Stewart
13. Since I Don’t Have You – Skyliners
What are your favorite songs? If you’re an author, what songs are you listening to as you work on your current book?

Spooky Sojourn BLURB
Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage? The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.

Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!



Deanna reread her fantasy, barely able to believe she’d penned it, wondering if she should delete it. Did she really want to make out with Harry, a perfect stranger, on a public beach? Did she really want her words on the Internet, even in a supposedly private blog under a make-believe name?

Well, it was confidential, right? As long as she didn’t give anybody the web address or password or tell them about it, it would remain secret.

Enough fantasizing! She had to get back to work. Dragging the files out, she familiarized herself with the ghost sightings as well as Lynette’s and Grant’s history. By the time she finished, she knew how they’d died and the theories about their suicides-slash-murders. She also knew that everybody was afraid to point fingers at the now very influential and powerful Roxanne Cambridge-Anderson. Could Roxanne be behind the haunting nonsense? Did she want the hotel shut down? But that made no sense. The rumors portrayed Roxanne as a murderess. It wouldn’t be in her best interest to keep their legend alive.

Deanna’s temples began to ache the harder she thought about everything, so she decided to go to sleep. Hopefully she’d awake if any hijinks took place in the bowling alley.

About three a.m., deafening booms awoke her. Light brightened lane fourteen and all but one pin lay scattered on the wooden floor.

Groggy, Deanna tried to gather her senses. She looked around then, to her horror, she saw an iridescent figure of a man on lane fourteen picking up a glowing ball. Collecting her presence of mind, she grabbed her webcam, pointed it at the ghostly shape and turned it on. Shaking, she tried to hold her computer steady. Not believing what she was seeing, she knew there had to be a rational explanation. Perhaps some machine was projecting the image onto the lanes. Perhaps a real person stood in front of her in glowing phosphorescent powder.

Whatever or whoever it was, picked up the ball, and knocked down the spare pin. Then the ‘apparition’ bowled three strikes in a row.

Unexpectedly, he turned and glared at her, fire shooting from his eyes. Pins flew from all the lanes at her. Her heart racing, she ducked under the score table.

Ashley Ladd is a disabled Air Force vet that is hard of hearing but still loves language, especially the written word. She loves a sexy man, especially one with a military background and they’ll often pop up in her stories. She also loves cats and has been known to empower a cat with the gift of speech. Unfortunately he wouldn’t shut up. J She loves to plug into Pandora and sip Diet Coke while writing, usually with a cat or kid at her side.

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