March 17 2015 Romance Weekly

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Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn't you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all..... About our writing of course! Every week we'll answer questions and after you've enjoyed the blog on this site we'll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride! Tell your friends and feel free to ask us questions in the comment box.

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Welcome Back for Romance Weekly. It’s St. Patrick’s Day. Betty Bolte wants us to tell her our St. Patrick's Day celebrations. Betty recently had a cover reveal and it's a beauty. Her novel, Samantha's Secret, releases April 21st. 

If you haven't already, check out Betty's St. Patrick's celebrations. 

I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day like I have known others in my social sphere do. I don't go out or even stay in and dye everything green. I don't attend any events under a tent where green beer is served. I have occasionally attended a party where there are green foodstuffs but other than that the day is pretty low key for me. In fact, I haven't actually celebrated St. Patrick's Day in a very long time but I do have some fun memories of the occasion. 

I used to make sugar cookie shamrocks and four leaf clovers every year. It was my thing. I would go the old fashioned route and make the dough myself, roll it out and then make green and white frosting with sprinkles and candy decorations. It was good times but as the years went by I stopped. My guess is my expanding waistline had something to do with it.  

I loved finding something green to wear to school when I was young or to work after I graduated college. I look good in green so it wasn't a hardship to find something or buy something for the occasion. 

Years ago when my nephew was due in March my sister told us that if he was born on St. Patrick's Day she was going to name him Patrick. No, didn't happen. He was born after the famous holiday. Although, of interest is our neighbors down the road had horses and one of the foals was born on the 17th and she named him Patrick. Good thing my nephew wasn't named after a horse. I don't think he would've enjoyed that. 

I hope if you celebrate the day that it's a safe and happy one. Keep those memories alive. See you next week.

How does Kim Handysides celebrate St. Patrick's Day? 

November 11 2014 Romance Weekly

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Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn't you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all..... About our writing of course! Every week we'll answer questions and after you've enjoyed the blog on this site we'll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride! Tell your friends and feel free to ask us questions in the comment box.

Another week gone. Thanks for stopping by. If you haven't already checked out Kim Handysides blog post this week I highly recommend it. 

Our questions this week come from the talented author, Eden Ashe. Her dragons will melt your heart and fire your blood at the same time!  

Let's get started...

How much free reign do you give your characters during a story?

Mom! Make him stop.

Mom! Make him stop.

 

They have no reigns. They do whatever the hell they want to. They are a lot like children and pets. Sometimes I have ideas for what they should be doing but as a story progresses the characters will usually change it. My plot summaries are more like suggestions for my characters.

 

Have your characters ever done something so out of the blue that not only changed your story but changed the tone and maybe even the genre you were originally going for? 

So far I haven’t experienced this. My characters do change the direction of my plot frequently but nothing drastically and especially not toward a different genre. I think it would be something very cool but at the same time very anxiety producing. I’m positive this will happen to me eventually since my characters don’t like to listen when I tell them what to do and how it should happen. 

Do you have one character in your head that is sort of boss over all the rest? Or do you decide who to work on and when? 

You're not the boss of me!

You're not the boss of me!

I interpreted this question as: do I allow one character tell me what to do? No. I don’t. Usually each character speaks for themselves. (Yes. I know this sounds crazy but they are speaking in my head. I don’t believe I’m crazy but I’ve never been tested either!) That’s not to say some of my characters aren’t loud and annoying in my mind. Sometimes while working on one project a character can get mouthy and demand page time and word count. I do my best to put those characters on the back burner by writing down quick ideas or summaries and then go back to what I’m currently working on. Like most writers (if not all) I always have a work in progress but I’ve tried to train myself to finish what I’ve started or they will never become a completed manuscript.

Hop on over to my good friend's blog, LaNora Mangano, to find out how her characters behave! See you next week.

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October 14 2014 Romance Weekly

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Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn't you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all..... About our writing of course! Every week we'll answer questions and after you've enjoyed the blog on this site we'll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride! Tell your friends and feel free to ask us questions in the comment box.

Hi! Missed you last week. Today we have a really fun blog hop and a break from our usual question and answer format. The prompt was created by Collette Cameron. Can't wait to read about her dating disaster.  

If you are joining from Kim Handysides or starting the hop right here, welcome. 

Here's the prompt: Date disasters 

Many of our heroes and heroines have a rocky beginning. Let’s hear some real life stories about disastrous dates. Real is fun, but if you don’t want to go there, feel free to create a real whopper. 


Blind dates are always tricky and here’s the story of me and my husband’s first date.

I didn’t want to be there. Kimberly had talked me into it and I knew it was a mistake from the start. The restaurant was slow and dim and supposed to be romantic and one of the hottest new places to dine in the city. Kimberly always pushed until she had her way. I couldn’t go through with the online dating again not after the last time. I deleted my online profile forever. What a nightmare the guy turned out to be. Not only was he a compulsive liar but for a second I believed him when he said he was an undercover agent for an undisclosed government group. Yeah, The Get in Her Pants Club. He was really good, academy award performance. So, I sat here like an idiot seeing if it was going to happen again. I guess I have a gullible nature.

Purple is my favorite color.

Purple is my favorite color.

Kimberly wouldn’t tell me a damned thing about the guy. Said he wanted us both to have a genuine reaction to each other. What did that mean? I didn’t have a name or description. He would only know who I was because I wore my purple stripped henley and I placed a single purple rose in the center of the table. 

I shouldn’t have agreed. This screamed serial killer when someone wouldn’t identify themselves. I trusted Kimberly despite extreme blind dating being her method of operation. Who in the hell went on blind dates in this day and age? Me. So, Mr. Secretive was already ten minutes late. I decided to only give him another five and I was out. 

A hand touched my shoulder and spread across my back. “I’m so sorry I’m late. There was a traffic jam on the loop.” 

Right. That’s all I can think. Nice save. 

I squirmed in my seat shaking off his hand, not because it creeped me out but because it had the opposite effect. Hi, Mr. Seductive. He sat as I reached for my ice water to cool down and immediately noticed his warm and friendly brown eyes, sexy stubble, and the bulge in his jacket. Kimberly never said he was a cop. I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.

The waiter came and took our order. I already knew what I wanted (he had been late) and wasted no time. I wondered if my date would be annoyed at me for rushing him. Didn’t phase him. He ordered without looking at the menu. A regular?

“Our mutual friend didn’t do you justice.” I lowered my head to ask for clarification and before I said anything... “You’re beautiful.” 

Holy Cow! My blush further heated my body and even in the darkness of the restaurant I wasn’t able to hide it. “She wasn’t suppose to say anything because she was zipped tighter than a pencil skirt on her fat days.” 

I shocked him but his immediate laughter let me know he liked my smart ass nature. Good. The last guy had issues with my mouthy attitude. He stood slightly and reached across the table, hand extended, but instead of the expected shake he knocked the vase over and cold water rushed from the center of the table to the center of my body. I jumped from my chair and knocked it back into the table behind us which upset all of the water glasses waiting for the next patrons. 

“So sorry. I got this.” His napkin, and of course his hand, brushed against my legs before I knew what was happening. My body couldn’t decide if it rather have the heat of his fingers between my thighs or the freezing sensation of the water to snap me out of this spell he wove over me.

The waiter and the hostess trotted over with additional towels and napkins. At the hostess’s gasp I looked down and the red fabric of the napkins apparently didn’t like the white of my skirt and there were red streaks along the front. Mixed with the wetness and pressing of the towels, my white panties (I wasn’t a complete idiot back then, just a partial one) showed and also all the tiny little hearts and lace edge. On a dry skirt these were NOT noticeable. 

The server from the back comes over with our meals but in all the commotion of me trying to hide my underwear with a napkin and at the same time get away from Mr. Seductive’s smoldering stare my elbow hit the server in such a way that the entire tray of food slid off in slow motion. It landed on my date.  

Blind date = happily ever after.

Blind date = happily ever after.

I’d never seen a mouth gape so wide. He smeared some of it off with the same napkin he used on me and the same red streaks appear on his jacket. He held back a smile and winked. “Don’t worry. The same thing happened to me the other day on a sting.” 

I started laughing and really didn’t think I would be able to talk but I said. “Kim has a funny sense of humor.” 

He gives me a funny eyebrow quirk. “Who’s Kim?” 

 

 

 

Apparently we didn’t have a mutual friend and the fates somehow brought us together in a somewhat unconventional fashion. The rest is history. Married ten years now this fall to the love of my life.

 

Hope you liked my date disaster. :) Did it really happen or not?

I’m jones-ing to find out what dating nightmare our Heart’s Ease author, Victoria Barbour, tells. 

Hope to see you next week. 

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