Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Just Say No with D.C. Stone



“I’m gonna slit her throat if she doesn’t shut up.”
“Perhaps he won’t mind the broken nose.”
“Right now, I just wanna scream!”

Sound a little violent?  Yeah, well that’s how I felt a few days ago when I decided to quit smoking. 

*Cue the cheers*

I may smile and nod when people say, “Congratulations,” or “Good for you!” but really, I’m on day six and I’m still struggling with the want, need, desire, or craving to pick up that almost three inch (that’s what he said) rolled up tobacco goodness and take a long, deep inhale. 

Needless to say, between my day job as an Internal Investigator, the sexy muse as a romance author, an editor for several pieces pending publication, and a commuting-mom-there-is-a-baseball-game-oh-crap mother, I haven’t had a whole lot of time to think about what my body is going through. So, in my spare time this morning (wait, what’s spare time again?) I looked it up. I mean, I know what I feel, which is more energetic (that’s a welcome addition), productive, and for some strange reason, I wake up rested in the morning now, instead of wanting to hit the snooze button some ten or fifteen odd times.
 
Mr. Internet told me, on several websites, that my body has already experienced several changes. My blood pressure is lower, carbon monoxide is out of my system (yuck!), I’d test nicotine-free, and apparently, my taste buds have recovered. (Trust my hips when I say I had no problem with food before.)

However, while the health benefits sound pretty on paper, and yes, the additional energy is a huge help, in my mind, it is still friggen day six of no cigarettes. Keerist! I know though, that without a doubt, I will not pick up another one today or tomorrow, or the day after.  Want to know how I do it?
My children, both of them, root me on day after day, telling me how proud they are and allowing me to explain to them just how bad it is for them should they ever want to take it up. In a roundabout way if you look at it, I quit for them. In the long run, it helps them.  When I have a four-year old and an eight-year old asking why I smoked, and why I quit, it’s a revelation.  And I am sure you are sitting there saying, “Yeah, yeah, Deserie, but that doesn’t tell me how you did it.”

You’re right.

I’ve tried it all. The gum (which isn’t really gum), the patch, prescription drugs, lollipops, it all.  What worked for me, and trust me when I say I have absolutely no willpower, was cold turkey. I didn’t plan it, but I did it anyway.  Smoked my last cigarette last Thursday, May 2, 2013 at eight o’clock at night while sitting on the phone with a friend who was encouraging me to try and stop.  The next day, oddly enough, I woke up with a severe head cold, and while I have heard several stories about people getting sick when they quit smoking, for me, I thought this was too soon to be related.  Now, of course, at day six, I am sick again, and this time I do think it’s related.  I drank a ton of water on Friday, and kept chewing gum.  And while everyone is concerned about gaining weight when they quit, I actually gave in to my body’s craving and snacked.  Not a lot, but just enough that I wasn’t an absolute b-i-t-c-h.  I can always lose the weight through exercising, but can I really grow a new pair of lungs or a heart should those cease working for me?

No.

And really, what’s more important than your life.

So, as a recent smoker who has decided to take that step, I’ll tell you this.  You can do it.  Yes, it’s going to be hard. Yes, it will be a damn pain. However, you, my dear strong, beautiful woman, can do this.

Feral Craving

Blurb: Bari has always felt a presence lurking deep inside of him, waiting to get out.  After being injured in Iraq, where he was in-service with the Special Forces Team, he suddenly finds himself thrust back into his hometown, forced to face his past, and finds that what’s lurking inside of him is real, waiting, and running out of patience fast.  What happens as the evil of his past merges with his wants of the future?  What happens when the man and beast inside crave a female from his past?  What happens when Bari learns that he is anything but human?


D.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction. 
She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the all American black Labrador puppy. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.
After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years. 
Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance one of her favorite past times. That passion took a back seat as soon as she discovered her own love for writing and recreating her own stories and characters.  Her writing concentrates on Romance with specifics in Paranormal, Suspense and Erotica.
  Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. Trying to keep up with that crazy bunch is a skill many would yearn to have.
She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter or her website and say hello! 

Monday, 6 May 2013

Nitrogen

Please help us welcome Terri Talley Venters, author of Carbon Copy and a new paranormal romance Copper Cauldron.

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Nitrogen

by

Terri Talley Venters

Ida ran late for her 11 a.m. tour of the Ponce De Leon hotel in St. Augustine, Florida. She only needed to descend three flights of stairs to get from her corner room in the tower to the start of the tour in the grand entrance. But today, as most days, she needed to drag herself out of the bed.

She cursed herself for staying up so late dancing and drinking with her friends. Her husband, Henry, yelled at her and made her go to her own room before the sunrise. "But this is the beginning of the season. I want to stay up and watch the sun rise at the Castillo de San Marcos," Ida recalled pleading her case.

Looking down at her ivory lace dress, she admired the intricate stitching of her new frock. Her corset cut into her ribs. She didn't remember putting it on this morning, nor did she recall removing it last night. These lapses in her memory concerned her, but not as much as they concerned her husband. She found huge blocks of time, hours or days, often unaccounted for. She blamed the spirits for this, while Henry blamed the opium.

She felt the broach at her throat and wished she had a mirror in her room to ascertain if her appearance proved acceptable for society. Damn you, Henry. Why did you take my mirror away? I'm not crazy. I won't hurt myself.

Ida found her way to the grand entrance to find the tour already in progress. Stephanie always spoke during the tours, while Ida merely helped guide the crowd of guests throughout the hotel. Ida tried to speak on occasion, especially when Stephanie said something wrong. But Ida's corrections were always met with strange looks, like she was crazy.

Outside in the courtyard, Ida spotted the group as Stephanie said, "Notice the centerpiece of the fountain is actually the hilt of the sword turned upside down."

Ida smiled at the beauty and uniqueness of the fountain in the courtyard of her husband's famous hotel in Florida.

The group poured back inside the grand entrance. Ida looked in horror at the wardrobe of the hotel's guests. She'd never seen the latest fashions from Paris, but it shocked her to see so many women showing their knees.

Ida followed at the rear of the group as they turned right into the receiving room. She loved this room because it was the only one which never changed. And the magnificent Tiffany chandeliers hung down the long length of the room. Her favorite part of the tour was next.

"When guests first arrived at the Ponce De Leon, the women and children were brought in here while their husbands paid for the hotel. Back then, woman were not allowed to be involved in financial transactions," Stephanie said.

"How much are these Tiffany chandeliers worth?" a guest asked.

"The Ponce De Leon hotel converted to Flagler College in 1968. Many items were sold, but not these chandeliers and the stained glass windows. We had these chandeliers appraised a few years ago, and because of their rarity, they are truly priceless. The Tiffany stained glass windows upstairs in the dining hall were appraised at $36 million," Stephanie said.

Stephanie led the group to the other end of the long room. She pointed at the glass casings containing photographs of Henry Flagler and his family.

"Here is a photograph of Henry's first wife, Mary Harkness. She died young, and Henry married her nurse, Ida Alice Shroud, who is photographed here. Henry had Ida declared insane and kept her locked away in the tower until she was institutionalized in 1899. In 1901, Florida passed a bill making incurable sanity grounds for divorce. Henry immediately divorced Ira who remained institutionalized until her death in 1930. In 1901, Henry married his third wife, also named Mary, who is photographed here," Stephanie said.

"It's a lie! I'm alive and I'm standing right here. I'm not dead and I'm not crazy," Ida shouted.
All of the guests in the room heard her this time. They turned and looked at Ida. But they didn't seem to be looking at her. Instead, they looked through her.

"Did anyone else hear that? I thought I heard someone screaming right in front of me," one of the guests said.

"I heard something too. And it is freezing right here in this spot. Look, I can see my own breath," another guest said. She exhaled her breath into the air to demonstrate it turning into white smoke from the cold.

"It's from the nitrogen in the air. When ghosts appear, they carry a strong dose of nitrogen with them. It's what makes it feel so cold when they're near," Stephanie said.

"Excuse me, did you say ghost?" the guest asked, instinctively stepping away from the cold spot.

"Yes, Flagler College is haunted. One of the spirits is Henry's second wife, Ida Alice Flagler."

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Copper Cauldron by Terri Talley Venters
Blurb: 

Penelope Manchester, a good witch with one green and one blue eye, awaits her destiny: a warrior of God with the face of an angel, the heart of a saint, and eyes which match her own. St. Michael the archangel flies into her life and sweeps her off her feet. Meanwhile, an evil sorcerer captures witches, steals their powers and most of their nine lives, and shrinks them to the size of dolls - Nürnberg dolls. But when he turns two of the Manchester witches into dolls, the Manchester clan fights back with the help of St. Michael, and divine intervention. Armed with the legendary copper cauldron, a fire-breathing dragon, and an arsenal of spells, good battles evil.

Read an excerpt.

Buy.

Bio:


Terri received her Bachelor’s degree in Accounting and Master’s degree in Taxation from the University of Florida. She is a licensed CPA and a Second Degree Black Belt in Taekwondo. She lives in St. Augustine, Florida, with her husband, Garrison, and their two sons.
Terri is the daughter of Leslie S. Talley, author of Make Old Bones which is also available from Wild Child Publishing.
On the first of each month, Terri also posts free short stories on her website. Learn more about the books in her Elements of Mystery series at http://www.elementsofmystery.com/ as she weaves her way through the Periodic Table of Elements.

Thursday, 2 May 2013

Hello, Spring?





Please welcome our guest, Margie Church!

Patience is a virtue. These days, the cliché makes my teeth hurt. Even though its origins are biblical and my name is Church, I've snipped my last shred of patience.

I want spring, and I want it right now.
Cue the violins, will ya darling? By this time last year, we'd had over 40 days of 50 degree temperatures. This year? Not a one. In the last two weeks, we've gotten almost two feet of snow and over an inch of rain.

HELLO? IT'S MAY.  There's not even a spring flower in sight. The trees are buttoned up, not a leaf around.

I really don't give a rat's butt if we live in Minnesota and our climate is akin to Siberia, it's past time to put away the Christmas decorations. In that spirit, I took down my delightful Frosty door greeting thingamabob and put up my Welcome Spring wreathe. It snowed four inches. Then we enjoyed a downpour that turned our driveway into an ice rink. I went for a walk last night wearing my winter coat and mittens. This morning, it was a frosty 29 degrees. Grrr!

I can't control the weather.

So why does it control me? Why does the monochrome white sky and landscape make me want to take a blowtorch to the yard to see if there's grass somewhere under the white carpet of snow? I tweeted pics of our beautiful snowfalls, posted pictures on Facebook of my Christmas tree, favorite holiday tunes, wished friends and enemies a Merry Christmas to be a good sport. It's no wonder I never did well in athletics. I can't even be a good sport anymore.

The birds came back a few weeks ago. I seriously considered buying a suet log last Thursday. In late April. They are nesting like fiends, not because they're eager to mate. They are freezing! The greenhouses are empty. The only small motors I've been hearing are snow blowers. Enough already!
I think I'm going to buy some of that self-tanning lotion. I'm obviously living in a state of denial about our seasons: winter and July 4th. I hope next summer falls on a Saturday so everyone can enjoy it.
While I'm grousing about our crappy weather, I'm very psyched to tell you about my newest book I've co-authored the book with K.B. Cutter in the Razor Trilogy – Love's Storm.

Razor: Love's Storm 
by Margie Church and K.B. Cutter
Their delicious, naughty secret is out, and it's open season on Amy and Bryce's decision to add a third person to their marriage.
All the talking in the world can't convince critics that Amy and Bryce's marriage is rock-solid, and there are no secrets between them. Others meddle to undermine Bryce's business and marriage. Even Raine's Master thinks she's making a huge mistake.
With no allies, and scorn coming from every direction, love and determination must lead Amy, Bryce, and Raine through love's storm.
Their journey began in Razor: Desire's Edge and continues after Love's Storm in Love's Reflection. The trilogy is a polyamorous love story for 21st century romance readers. Are you one?

Buy Love's Storm and the first book, Desire's Edge on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Print fans can get copies only on Amazon. Ask for an authorgraph and earn points in our fun contest!


CONTEST: To celebrate the new book and the trilogy, we're holding a fantastic, unique contest – Razor Romances Booty. Click on the link to learn all the easy ways to rack up points and win some very sexy prizes, including products from Nipple Charms and an autographed mini flogger. Our contest runs through May so you have plenty of time to participate.  http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/NWUwNDZkNjczYWY1MTUyNjI5ZGZmNTcxNjVkYmEwOjE=/

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Interview with Debi Sullivan--Queen of the Epic Ebook Award Competition

This interview is a combination of Lorna Collins's and my questions regarding the Epic Ebook Award Competition.

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Debi, you have been managing this contest for quite a few years, akin to herding cats. How long have you taken on this challenge?

I initially volunteered to work behind the scenes and started out as a judge, moved to category judge coordinator, then inherited *grin* the Competitions Chair position in 2007. At the time I was already the New Voices Young Writers Chair, which made for a VERY chaotic and wacky first year as EPIC’s overall Competitions Chair.

What are the biggest challenges you face?

Entrants following the rules; doesn’t matter if they are young or old, folks just don’t pay attention to the details. *sigh* Best suggestion I can give any entrant: Read the RULES! *grin*

How does a book qualify for entry?

Any English-language e-book published and available for sale to the public between June 1, 2012 and May 31, 2013.

How many entries do you usually receive, and how many awards are presented?

We usually average 700 entries within a 4 week period. The numbers of awards we present vary as we constantly update the current categories to reflect genres within the electronic industry and past entries. This year we are offering 24 categories for the eBook Competition and 11 categories for the Ariana eBook Cover Art Competition.

How do you recruit judges? Who is eligible?

I am blessed to have a loyal group of volunteers who step up every year, for both the eBook and New Voices Young Writers competitions. But we can always use more. For eBook, we seek published authors, publishers and/or editors; for New Voices, we add teachers and librarians to that mix.

What makes this award different from other writing competitions out there?

EPIC's eBook Competition has garnered a reputation for excellence from both entrants and judges, a reputation that continues to shine as we move into the future. I am extremely proud to know that I play an integral part in the progressive changes to our competitions.

What do the winners receive? How about the finalists?

Our eBook and Ariana competition finalists receive gorgeous certificates and are prominently posted on our website. The category winners receive stunning trophies and are honored at our annual EPICon  awards banquet before being announced on our website.

What is EPICon?

EPICon is EPIC’s annual convention. It is three days chock full of marvelous and informative workshops reflecting the current needs of the industry, both electronic and print. You never know who will be there - whether it is a well-known author or the latest marketing/promo guru and/or agent. It is the perfect venue to mingle with publishing peers. And there is so much going on that there is sure to be something for everyone.

Can only members attend EPICon?

Any industry member, or reader, is welcome. I would definitely suggest checking http://www.epicorg.com/epicon.html to learn about the fabulous events they have scheduled for March 2014. And it is taking place in one of my favorite cities – San Antonio, Texas! What’s not to love about cowboys, ghosts (the Menger is chock full!), the Alamo, the Riverwalk, great food, the Reader eFiesta, door prizes, and incredible workshops?

When does the contest begin this year?

Both the eBook and Ariana eBook Cover Art Competitions open for entries on June 1, 2013.

Where can authors get more information?

There are links to all our competitions at http://www.epicorg.com/competitions.html.

Thursday, 25 April 2013

What Do You Do All Day??



by Valerie Mann

I know this will strike a nerve with many authors, stay-at-home moms and telecommuters. But if you fall into one or more of these categories, you’ll relate.

How many times have you heard this:

**What do you do all day? 
**Since you don’t really work, can you drive me to the doctor/babysit my kid/hang out? 
**I know you have free time, so can you make six dozen cookies for the bake sale/volunteer at church/pick any random job 
**Seriously, what do you do all day since you don’t work?

Here’s what I do all day:

Work (yes, I do and I get paid for it)
Homeschool a reluctant teenager
Babysit the husband who also works from home
Play dish fairy (because everyone thinks a fairy does them, so who am I to wreck their fantasy?)
Play laundry fairy (the dish fairy’s kissing cousin)
Feed the cats
Let the cats in and out. And in and out. And in. And out.
Work
Water the garden
Run errands
Work
More fairy duties
Housework that I can’t ignore because the Hoarders producers might find out how we really live
More work

And tell me why I feel guilty if I sit down to watch a show I DVRd in December (I’m still catching up on all of the Hallmark channel holiday movies) or *gasp* read for pleasure?

People who work at home probably work more hours because they don’t really work at all, right?

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Dangling What?!


The Evil Editors have decided it’s time to out those modifiers that love to dangle precariously in innocent sentences and send us into fits of giggles. Why? Because they’re like Mad Libs for editors. Sometimes these literary gems still get past us because they’re sneaky little suckers, camouflaging nicely, sitting prettily. Yet despite the fact these little suckers don’t belong there, they crack us up when we find them. 

A modifier is great and every good author uses modifiers.  They’re a necessity to avoid blah, boring stories. Which of these give you a better visual? 

Kate sat on a bench and held a box of cupcakes on her lap.

(with modifier) Perched on the bench, Kate possessively clutched the box of cupcakes.

What this tells us? Boring Kate has cupcakes. Possessive Kate doesn’t want to share and appears ready to take flight if anyone dares snag her treats.

However…authors like to get creative with sentence structure to avoid repetition, or during revisions when they aren’t seeing the big picture:

Perched on the bench, Kate’s possessive hands clutched a box of cupcakes.  Hmmm...Kate's hands are quite skilled, possessive, perching and clutching at the same time.

Here are a few modifiers Evil Editor Kate (the possessive one who loves cupcakes) and Evil Editor Val have found just recently. Oh, my.

Twisting her arm around her back, his cock twitched.
Driving down the street, his heart pounded in his chest.     
Her appetite faltered, thinking about the months ahead of her.

A Dangling Love Story
by The Evil Editors
Jacob couldn’t believe it. With a grimace, his hands clutched the steering wheel in anger. Seeing Paula in the bar with another man, his mind went numb.  The man’s invading hands had roamed over her voluptuous body, possessive and knowledgeable, their lustful intent so clear. Oh, so very clear.

Reaching into the glove compartment for his Glock 44, Jacob’s fingertips thrummed with purpose. How they yearned to plug a few rounds in the other man’s unknowing body. At the thought of the looming bloodshed, his smile gloated. That would teach Stella not to screw with another man, he thought to himself with alacrity.

But just thinking about Sally’s scrumptious body, his mouth watered. Worse, he had to adjust his burgeoning manhood. “Crap,” he whispered to himself in the empty car. In all its wisdom, his cock knew what his heart refused to acknowledge. He still loved Sarah…she was the only girl for him.

*Evil Editors laugh evilly* We invite you to laugh, too. We see dangling whatsits like this all the time and giggle uncontrollably.  We're just having fun though. These buggers are insidious, and no editor, not even an evil one, will ever catch every sneaky dangler!

Friday, 19 April 2013

The OverDrive Saga

Back in August last year, I had an author ask me about uploading to OverDrive. (OverDrive is a distributor that many libraries go through in order to get eBooks into their catalog.) As we've had a number of requests for our eBooks in libraries, I thought, "Heck! Why not?" Yes, I'd heard what a nightmare it could be to accomplish it, but I had no idea just what a nightmare.

So, I filled out the application, sent in the test files, and waited two-three weeks. They finally responded, but I think by the time they did, I was once again in the throes of quarterly reports. When I contacted them again, they told me I'd waited to long and needed to apply again. Okay. I did that… and waited another 5-6 weeks. o.O

Once the account was set up, I received this email informing me that I was special and would get to use their FTP upload instead of the internet interface, which, by the way, doesn't work with Google Chrome at all and only portions of it with Safari. It works best with Internet Exploder. Yay! I'm on a Mac. That means I have to cross over to the dark side and use a program called Parallels that turns my Mac into a PC. (If I wanted a PC, I'd have that instead of a Mac, but whatever.)

I read their uploading information and nearly fainted. They wanted me to send them a spreadsheet with all 200+ of our eBooks in it. Not only did they want titles, they wanted the ISBN, the blurb, the author name, editor name, cover artist name, genre(s), a brief excerpt, BISAC (library speak for library genre), release date, your mother's grandmother's grandfather's mother's maiden name, and the last time you ovulated (or ejaculated, if you are a man). Oh, wait! Scratch the last two. Maybe that's why they told me that the first file wouldn't work. Too much information. (grin)

No, seriously, they did reject the first spreadsheet I sent because, even though I followed the instructions on their website, it wasn't in the format with the information they said they wanted. It was, but not to them.

"Download our metadata template and use that."

All right, I do as they request, input the information, changing the book info from rows to columns because that was how the metadata template was organized, fill in the information (but only for ten books because, if I made a mistake—wait! Did I just say "if?"—it wouldn't be a huge waste of time), and upload that with the ePubs/PDF via FTP (File Transfer Protocol).

A few days later, an email arrives from their tech department. "We cannot use this spreadsheet because it does not follow the guidelines."

Um, yes, it does. I followed it to the tee. I even switched everything from rows to columns, which took a long time.

"Oh, well, the information needs to be in rows not columns."

Okay. That's not what your template/website says, but whatever. I searched the internet for an easier way than retyping it all back into rows. Yay! I found an answer, did it quickly, and uploaded the new file.

Less than a half hour later, a new email arrived. Here's a little quote for you:

"Thank you for resubmitting the metadata, we can now use that to upload your files. However, before we can continue with the uploading process we ask that you you rename all of your files (epubs, pdfs and jpgs) by ISBN so that we can match them up to the appropriate metadata accordingly. Ex: 9781603819091.epub"

ARGH! No! No! No! Nowhere on your *&!%$@ website or in any of your information does it say that I have to name it by the ISBN. No, it specifically states that I don't have to name my files by ISBN as long as I include the names of the files within the spreadsheet. I did this because, I don't know about you, but I don't know the eBooks by the ISBNs. Astonishing, I know. For instance, if you said, "Oh, I love 978-1-61798-075-6. It is just the best first book of a series I've ever read," I would probably look at you as if you'd grown dandelions on your head for hair. Unless I consulted my ISBN log, I'd no idea that was Fangs for Christmas. Now, if you say, "Oh, I love Fangs for Christmas. It is the best first book of a series I've ever read," I'd know exactly what book you are referring to.

I am not a computer. I don't crunch numbers in my sleep. I might cuss numbers in my sleep, but I don't crunch them.

So, that is where I am at now. I have to change all of the file names to ISBN.

Did I mention that I also had to make separate ePub files for them because the covers in the ones I make for every other distributor is just a hair bigger. (So, the cover will fill the screen of your Kindle/Nook/Sony/etc.) Just one more thing to do, because I don't have enough already. o.O

At this moment, if I could reach through the email and stuff spreadsheet and files where the sun don't shine, I would.