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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Ho, Ho, Ho: Holliday Spice: Choose Your Flavor Naught or Nice

Welcome, readers.  My name is Violet Emerson.  Elaine told my and my husband's story in her book A New Dream.  We've taken over her blog for the month of December to give her a rest.  It's thrilling to host this tour!  Please check back with us often.  We have a lot of fun things planned for you.  Okay, let's go!  Here are the rules and then the good stuff.
1) HAVE FUN!!!

2) INVITE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!


3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Monday, November 14, at Midnight (Arizona Time)

THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, November 21, at Midnight (Arizona Time)
Winners will be drawn and posted November 22nd! ***

4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH ALL THE AUTHORS & BOOK PAGES! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY BLOG CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!!


5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL BLOGS IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. REMEMBER, THE MORE BLOGS YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES. EVERY AUTHOR & BOOK PAGE IS WAITING TO MEET AND INTERACT WITH YOU, SO PLEASE BE SURE TO SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!


6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE FUN? WHOO! HOO!! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO!
***Authors & Book Pages have full discretion to choose an alternate winner in the event any winner fails to claim their prize(s) within 72 hours of their name being posted or after notification of win, whichever comes first. Anyone who participates in this blog hop tour is subject to these rules***


Enjoy this excerpt from my Christmas story The Table in the Window.

Blurb:
Being dumped by your gorgeous fiancĂ© is bad enough no matter when it happens, but he did it at Christmas time! Marley thinks she’ll never get over it, but Rob Travers disagrees. He sets out to win Marley’s heart, well aware that when she finds out about his past, she may turn her back on him forever.

In this excerpt, Marley my heroine goes to a tree decorating party which is also attented by my hero, Rob.

Marley felt hot blood rush to her face. To distract him she held out her arm and indicated her sweater. “I bought this blue sweater just for you.” The sweater fit her like a glove and looked chic. The fact that it was blue had clinched the deal, even though she knew she should save her money for Christmas presents.

Rob took her hand and pulled her forward. “You look beautiful.” Before she knew what he intended, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Warmth flooded Marley. She leaned into him, and he obliged her with another kiss. He finally pulled away and muttered, “Nice. Very nice.”

Oh, it certainly was. Kissing Michael had always been heavenly, but it hadn’t been like this. This kiss made her knees go weak and her heart pound in her chest.  What could be wrong with her tonight? How could she forget Michael so easily? Confused, she stammered, o“We…we’d…better go help with the tree.”

Oh no. Rob’s eyes were doing that twinkling thing again.

“Don’t worry, Marley. Sylvia won’t let anyone bother us.”

Marley bolted out of the kitchen.  She figured he was right about Sylvia.

The Table in the Window is available at http://www.astraeapress.com/#ecwid:category=662245&mode=product&product=7885677  or at http://www.amazon.com/Table-Window-ebook/dp/B006GYAQ26/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1323782681&sr=8-1


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Monday, December 12, 2011

Hello, Guests.  My name is Violet McCallum, and this gorgeous man beside me is my husband Matt.  Elaine told our story in her book A New Dream. 

That's right, she did.  Please feel free to buy a copy if you like.  It's a great book.

Tell them the address, Matt.

Oh, yeah.  That's http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=a+new+dream+by+elaine+cantrell&x=32&y=27  Folks, Violet booked a wonderful author to be our guest today.  When Elaine heard who agreed to come, she turned as pale as a ghost.  I heard her mumbling something about how everyone would want us to stay on permanently because we recruited such distinguished guests.

(Violet laughs.)  Our guest today is Jean Joachim.  Jean, welcome to the blog.  I admire your writing so much.

Thank you, Violet. 


Could you tell us a little bit about yourself and your writing, Jean?

            I’ve been writing non-fiction for a long time, 20 years at least. My first book was non-fiction, published in 2003 called, “Beyond the Bake Sale, the Ultimate School Fund-Raising Book” and it was a labor of love. I’ve always loved to write and to make up stories. When I was a child, I would act them out with my friends. I didn’t attempt fiction until two years ago and fell in love with both fiction and romance.

            I’m married and I have two sons. We live in a too-small apartment in New York City with our rescued pug dog named Homer. I spend time walking in Central Park with Homer, who is my muse. I discuss plot and characters with him and he is very wise in his council, also he’s a good listener, a rare quality in a man.

            I love writing and don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t write. I suppose I’d tell stories or scratch them out in the sand! LOL.



2. LOL.  Don't tell Matt, but you're dead on about men and their listening habits.  Most people always ask where authors get their ideas, so tell us: where do you get your ideas?

My first stories landed, unbidden, in my head. It felt like a small door in my brain between the conscious and unconscious opened only as wide as a crack and characters slipped through. They proceeded to tell me  their stories and I scribbled them down as fast as I could. Fourteen hundred pages later, their stories became the Now and Forever series. Only the first two books in the series are published yet.

After that, a situation might land in my brain or a character and I said to myself, “what if???” and my what if became “Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights” my first published romance. I never know where a story idea is going to come from next but I seem to have no control over the process.

3. How long did you write before you got published?

I have only one article that hasn’t been published. After that one, I learned how to edit my work and take a critical eye to it. Then every thing I wrote got published. With my books, the same has been true. When the first one failed, I kept writing and a year later I edited again, my publisher editing, too and its out as Now and Forever 1, a Love Story. 

4. To date which of your books was hardest to write and why? I wrote to prequels to the first books in my series and they were the hardest to write. I had to remember all the details from the published books and make the timelines meet and the details dovetail. It was a giant pain in the neck even though the books were short and I doubt I’ll ever do that again!

5. Oh, I wouldn't either.  What do you think makes a book a page turner?

You can’t escape a good plot with plenty of believable twists combined with real characters who are not perfect but are immensely likable. Add a dash of danger and a slightly unpredictable outcome (romances all have HEAs) and that does it for me.


6. Sounds like my kind of story.  Tell us what you’re working on now.

 I’m finishing up my Christmas novella, “Champagne for Christmas” and having a hard time finding time to work on it. Then I have to edit the third in the Now and Forever series and start the last one in the Moonlight series.


7.We'd love to read an excerpt.  Don't forget to leave a buy link.

Here is an excerpt from “Now and Forever 2, the Book of Danny” my newest release.

When he got to Willow Falls, Danny checked into the only motel in town. The next
afternoon, he left the motel and hiked the three miles to the reception for new professors. The
walk couldn’t compare to the long, hot, dry treks with a seventy-pound-pack on his back he
endured in the desert.

 While he walked, Danny wondered what kind of women he would find here. Danny dated
and bedded lots of co-eds in college and graduate school. He achieved an enviable sex life by
reciting love poetry by heart and discussing books with young women. Unfortunately, when his
lovely bed partners discovered he planned to fight in the Middle East, they dropped him.

Overseas, he got to know only prostitutes, a group of desperate women doing whatever they
needed to for survival. He turned to alcohol and women to deal with the pressure, to dull his
senses and escape the horror of reality.

He arrived at the dean’s house twenty minutes late for the party. The colonial house loomed
larger than some in the neighborhood, painted beige with white trim and black shutters. When he
rang the bell, an angel answered the doorDean Eliza Baines, dressed in a chiffon print dress of
aqua and soft green, matching her eyes. Her short blonde hair glistened in the afternoon sun,
framing a delicate face, a small nose and sensuous lips. The gentle fragrance of gardenia flowed
from her slender neck down to the tips of her pink fingernails. Danny couldn’t find his voice. He
never expected such beauty to be standing right in front of him in the middle of nowhere.

Buy Links
Barnes & Noble -http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1107349184?ean=2940013595156&itm=1&usri=now%252band%252bforever%252b22c%252bthe%252bbook%252bof%252bdanny

To find out more about all my books, check out my website: www.jeanjoachimbooks.com

Jean, thank you so much for coming to Elaine's blog.  I knew she can't wait to read your book.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Sweet Saturday Sample

Hey, Violet, what are we doing for Sweet Saturday Sample?

Readers, he forgot to introduce himself.  That gorgeous man is my husband Matt MCallum.  My name is Violet, and Elaine told our story in her book A New Dream.  We're taking over her blog so she can have a break for Christmas.  Did you know she has a new Christmas release out?

Violet, why don't we share an excerpt from the new story?

(Violet laughs.)  That's my plan, my darling!  In this excerpt Marley, Elaine's heroine, has just found out the secret her new boyfriend kept from her.
Rob stepped inside and slipped his coat off. “What’s wrong? Tell me, Marley. I’ve been worried about you all afternoon.”

She kept her eyes on the floor and refused to look at him. “You know what’s wrong.”

“Tell me.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she sat down on the sofa as if her legs would no longer hold her. “I didn’t believe her at first. I defended you, but after I got home I started to think of all the times people started to say something about you and then just stopped talking or changed the subject. They did that so I wouldn’t find out about your past.”

A muscle jumped in Rob’s cheek. “I was going to tell you last night, but the wrecker interrupted us.”

“You should have tried harder.”

“Let me explain,” he pleaded as he sank down on the sofa beside her.

Marley didn’t answer, but with nothing to lose, he decided to explain anyway.


Wow!  That sounds omnious, Violet.  Do you know what the secret is?

Yes, Matt, I know.  I read the book.

Well, I'm going to read it too.  I gotta find out what the secret is.  Readers, if you'd like toread the book go to http://www.astraeapress.com/#ecwid:category=662245&mode=product&product=7885677 to get your copy of the story.  Please check back with us tomorrow for Six Sentence Sunday.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Fashionista Friday: Help!

Welcome to Fashionista Friday!  My name is Violet McCallum.  Elaine told my story in her book A New Dream.  My husband and I are giving her a much needed vacation during the month of December, so we’ve taken over her blog!  I need your help too.  I need a cocktail dress to wear to a Christmas party.  My husband Matt loves me in blue, so I’ve picked out three blue dresses, but I can't decide which one to buy.  Leave a comment and tell me which one you like best, and I’ll put your name in a hat to win a copy of Elaine’s new Christmas release The Table in the Window. 
Here's choice one from Ali Ro.


Buy it at

Here's choice two from Adrianna Papell.
Buy it at

My last choice is this one shoulder dress from BCBGMAXAZRIA.
Buy it at http://www.belk.com/AST/Main/Belk_Primary/Women/Featured_Shop/Contemporary/Dresses/PRD~1800173ITR6C818/BCBGMAXAZRIA+Addison+One+Shoulder+Dress.jsp?off=136 for $258.

Okay, readers, HELP!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Farsighted

Hello, and welcome.  My name is Violet Emerson.  Elaine told my story in her book A New Dream.  I'm taking over for her while she has a much needed vacation.  My guest today is Emlyn Chand, author of Farsighted.  Emlyn, welcome. 


1.Tell us a little bit about you.

I’m Emlyn, a 26-almost-27-year old YA author. I am also the president of Novel Publicity and a crazy bird lady too. And, oh yeah, I emerged from the womb with a fountain pen grasped firmly in my left hand (at least that’s what my Twitter bio says).

2.How long does it take you to write a book?

Well, that depends what you consider the start of the writing process. I first got the idea for Farsighted on July 5, 2010. I didn’t start writing it until October, but I thought about it a lot and started building the plot in my head. I wrote about 1/3 of it in late 2010 and then decided to start my own book promotion company, Novel Publicity. That kept me super busy, so I didn’t get back to Farsighted until summer 2011. Then I wrote and wrote in a wild frenzy. I spent about 10 hours per day holding myself “writing hostage” at the local Panera. This lasted about 3 weeks. If I had to pick a definite amount of time, I’d say Farsighted took about one year to write.

3.Do you always write young adult books?  Have you ever tried something different?

My first novel, which I’ve decided not to publish, was literary fiction—that’s not something I plan on revisiting ever. I’m a YA writer through-and-through. I actually just wrote a blog post explaining why I choose to write this genre (it’s here). It all comes down to the enjoyment factor. YA is my favorite genre to read, so it’s only natural that I would choose to write it as well. I like the vulnerability and changeability of the characters. I love the ease of language and the connection that is created by writing in first person point-of-view. But mostly, I like the readers of YA. YA readers WANT to enjoy books .Their primary goal is not to dissect the literary merit of a story but rather to find a bit of entertainment. YA readers are also extremely loyal to authors they like and can border on fanatical. It makes you feel good as an author ;-)

4.Do you think movies, radio, and TV influence your writing?  If so, how?

Oh, TV definitely influences my writing. Most people assume film is a closer medium to writing, but I don’t think so. In television, you get the same characters over and over again, which means you get to see vivid character development at work. My favorite shows are Glee and the Big Bang Theory for precisely this reason. You watch either of these shows, and you’ll learn how the quirks make the characters. Great inspiration for writers!



5.Can you tell us about your path to publication.  Any sprints or stumbles?

I was able to get a literary agent for my first novel (the lit fic one), but then I started writing Farsighted fell in love with YA and decided I’d rather not do the necessary revisions to my first novel to make it publishable. When I signed with my agent, one of the criteria I had was that I be allowed to self-publish the Farsighted series. I wrote a blog post explaining this decision in detail (that’s here). Basically, the publishing industry is not only changing – it’s changed. I’m not really sure there is any benefit to being traditionally published anymore, especially if you’re an author who has the know-how and financial/time resources to A) professionally edit your books, B) get a stellar cover designed, and C) market your work. Another reason I’m all gaga for the self-pub world is because it’s what I preach through the business I own, Novel Publicity. I spend all day trying to convince writers that the indie path can work for them. By choosing that route for myself, I am showing my belief in that statement; I am practicing what I preach. I want the hands-on experience. I want the control. If this works out for me; I’m pretty sure I’ll stay indie forever!



6.Could you share your links with us?

Sure, here’s my link-laden bio: Emlyn Chand is the president of Novel Publicity and a YA author. She loves to hear and tell stories and emerged from the womb with a fountain pen grasped firmly in her left hand (true story). Her first novel Farsighted released in late 2011 and is of the YA genre. Learn more about Emlyn at www.emlynchand.com or by connecting with her on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ or GoodReads.



7.We’d love to read an excerpt from one of your books.  Be sure to include a blurb and buy link.
Blurb
Alex Kosmitoras’s life has never been easy. The only other student who will talk to him is the school bully, his parents are dead-broke and insanely overprotective, and to complicate matters even more, he’s blind. Just when he thinks he’ll never have a shot at a normal life, a new girl from India moves into town. Simmi is smart, nice, and actually wants to be friends with Alex. Plus she smells like an Almond Joy bar. Yes, sophomore year might not be so bad after all.
Unfortunately, Alex is in store for another new arrival—an unexpected and often embarrassing ability to “see” the future. Try as he may, Alex is unable to ignore his visions, especially when they begin to suggest that Simmi is in danger. With the help of the mysterious psychic next door and new friends who come bearing gifts of their own, Alex must embark on a journey to change his future

Here’s the scene where Alex first meets Miss Teak (the new psychic in town) in Farsighted...



“Did Dad tell you? A new tenant moved into the old pharmacy next door.”

“Really?” I ask, not letting on I already know. If I feign ignorance, Mom’ll divulge all the details. “What is it?”

“It’s a psychic shop,” Her voice crackles with excitement like a fire that’s just beginning to burn. “The All-Seeing Miss Teak. Isn’t that cute? Miss Teak, Mystic. Ha, I wonder if that’s her real name.”

I laugh. “That is funny. Never had a psychic in town before. What’s she like?”

“Oh, she’s very friendly. Why don’t you go over and say ‘hi.’  I’m sure she’d like to meet you.”

“Okay, I think I will.” I’m incredibly intrigued, because first off, it’s a psychic shop—how weird is that?—and second, its presence made Dad super uncomfortable—also very cool. I waste no time heading next door to check out the scene.

As I step cautiously into the new shop, a recording of soft, instrumental music greets me. I can make out chimes and a string instrument I don’t recognize but for some reason reminds me of snake charmers. The smell of incense fills my nostrils, which explains the burning I detected earlier.

“Hello?” I call out into the otherwise quiet room.

Nobody answers. I walk in deeper, sweeping my cane out in front of me in a metronome fashion. This place is new to me, so I need to be especially careful while moving around.

Thump! Despite my precautions, I stub my toe on something hard, big, and made of wood. Just my luck to stub the same toe twice in one day. I reach down to press my fingers into my throbbing foot to alleviate some of the pain. Something teeters before rolling off of the chest and across the floor; the sound it makes indicates a curved path. Suddenly, the object stops. Somebody’s stopped it.

“Hello?” I call again.

“Hello,” a deep, feminine voice responds, placing more emphasis on the first syllable than the second.

“I- I’m sorry I knocked that thing over. I didn’t mean to…” I hope she’s not angry. Probably not a good idea to get on a psychic’s bad side.

“That wasn’t just a thing, it’s a crystal ball,” she says as she walks over, sending my blood pulsing through my veins. I sense her looking at me for a moment before she places the ball back on top of the chest.

“Can it see the future?” I ask, allowing my curiosity to outweigh my uneasiness.

“No.” After a pause lasting several beats, she continues. “But I can see the future sometimes when I look into it.”

“Oh, okay.” I tighten my hand around my cane and turn to leave. It may not be the most polite thing to do, but all of this hocus-pocus stuff is freaking me out more than I would’ve guessed.

The psychic lady speaks again, stopping me cold. “Don’t run away, Alex Kosmitoras.” She must’ve spoken to Mom earlier today. That must be how she knows my name.

“I’m not running away,” I say meekly. “I’m just going back over to Sweet Blossoms.”

“Don’t run away,” she repeats—this time she speaks louder and with more energy. “Don’t run away from your abilities. They are gifts.”

“What?” I ask in confusion. What abilities is she talking about?

“You already know. Watch. Listen. Be open to your gifts.”

I turn to face Miss Teak, but find she’s already gone, returning to wherever she was before I got there.

Is it safe to leave? I trail my fingers across the wooden box I ran into earlier; a thick coat of dust clings to the tips as I pull away. If this shop just opened, why is it already so dirty? I wipe my hands over my shirt to get the gritty substance off. Shivers rock my whole body. Something about this place is wrong, and I’m not sticking around to figure out what. Tapping my cane along the floor, I’m able to find the exit without knocking into anything else.

You can buy Farsighted at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_14?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=farsighted+by+emlyn+chand&sprefix=farsighted+by+

Don't forget to leave comments during the blog tour.  By doing so you're entered in a drawing for a $50 Amazon gift certificate.  Emlyn, thanks so much for coming.












Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Delectable Thursday

Hello, readers.  Matt McCallum here.  Elaine told my story in her book A New Dream.  My wife and I will be your hosts through the month of December because we think Elaine needs a little time off.  Today you'll have to make do with me, though.  Violet runs a catering business, and she's swamped with work today.  I tried to swipe one of her recipes to share, but she smacked my hand and sent me on my way.

 Luckily, April Gardner said she'd help me out.  If you don't know April, she's the author of Lizzie and the Guernsey Gang which released November 15 from Astraea Press.  Here's April's recipe.  Don't tell my wife I said this, but April's recipe sounds better.

Holiday Green Beans with Bacon

1 package (16oz) frozen cut green beans

3 tbsp water

2 tbsp butter

7 tsp brown sugar

1/2 tsp salt

1/2 tsp chicken bouillon granules

6 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled.

 
In a microwave-safe bowl, combine the first six ingredients. Cover and microwave on high for 6 minutes or until the beans are crisp-tender. Sprinkle with bacon.

Note: Works great with canned beans too!
 
Doesn't that sound good?  Readers, I convinced her to tell us what her book's about and share an excerpt with us, so enjoy.
 
Blurb:
 
Lizzie Browning loves nothing more than her tiny, island-home of Guernsey, but when German troops invade, she knows nothing will ever be the same again. For Lizzie, younger brother Andre, and cousin James, the time to escape is now, and they know just how to do it. But Lizzie soon learns that God doesn’t always answer prayers in the way she expects. He might actually plan for them to live under Nazi rule…forever.
Excerpt:
The Attack
I had just carved out a door for my sandcastle when a plane appeared on the horizon. Like a giant bumblebee, it hummed and buzzed toward where we’d dug a medieval village in the sand.
            The buzzing increased, and Andre pointed. “Look, here comes another one.”
            Yesterday we had seen a plane making lazy circles overhead. Bold black, crooked crosses marked its wings. It had come and gone as harmless as a butterfly.
            “If he comes close enough, let’s wave this time,” my brother suggested.
            On our feet now, we trotted down the beach toward the airplane. “There’s another. And another,” I said. “Just look at them, will you? They’re so shiny.”
            The planes raced toward us. Their droning grew louder. One broke away from the group and made a sharp turn east.
            James grabbed my arm, jerking me to a stop. “Lizzie, wait.”
            “What is it?” I asked.
            “I think we ought to go home.” His voice grew quiet and hesitant.
            Andre shaded his eyes with his hand and squinted into the sky. “Aren’t they friendly?”
            Like a hawk preparing to dive for a rabbit, moving in unison, the planes dove toward the earth. I could see their wheels now. Their noses pointed toward the ancient fort set on a nearby bluff.
            My gaze shot to James. I found fear in his eyes. One more glimpse at the planes, and I understood. At once, the whine of their powerful engines became the sound of the enemy. The sound of Germans.
            I clutched Andre’s hand and ran. James was just ahead, leading us home. He dashed over the stony ground in a straight path toward the seawall and the road just beyond.
            Rocks dug into my feet. The racket of the planes swelled behind me. From across the island, more great rumbles reached my ears.
            “They’re bombing St. Peter Port,” James cried.
            My legs picked up speed, as if trying to keep time with my heart pounding in my chest. Andre struggled to keep up, but I refused to let go or slow down.
            The seawall loomed ahead. In one leap, James mounted it. He turned and thrust out his hand. “Come on, hurry.”
            Still running, I stretched my arm toward him. A resounding blast shook the earth under my feet. With a cry, I tumbled forward and slammed into the stone wall. Disoriented, I looked for my brother. He wiggled beneath me.
            I crawled off him. “Are you hurt?” Half my words were drowned in another violent roar. Before my ears had time to stop ringing, a third deafening blast rattled my chest.
            My head hurt and my thoughts jumbled inside my brain. Crouching at the base of wall, I covered my ears and pressed myself against Andre. He trembled beside me, eyes squeezed shut.
            James slid down the wall and huddled beside us. “Cover your head,” he shouted into my ear as the scent of smoke reached my nose.
            I obeyed.
            Just days ago our parents had been given an opportunity to send us away to safety. Mum was even invited to follow after and join us in England. But she had refused both offers. Why? Hot tears streaked my face.
            As my head clattered, I couldn’t vanquish the thought: The Germans are coming, the Germans are coming. The Germans are coming!
            Two more concussions rocked the ground. I quaked from the inside out. Baffling thoughts assailed me. What was happening? What had we done to deserve this?
As the sounds of explosions filled the air, a new thought tumbled around in my mind—one I’d never had before. For the first time in my life, I wanted to leave my beautiful island and never look back.

This book sounds like a winner to me.  I'm going right now to buy some copies to give to my employees at Chef's Pantry.  April, thanks for all your help.  Oh, wait.  I didn't tell you where to buy the book.  You can get it at http://www.astraeapress.com/#ecwid:category=662245&mode=product&product=7105197


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Welcome Anne Patrick

Hello, readers.  My name is Violet McCallum.  My dashing husband and I have taken over Elaine's blog during the month of December.  If you see her, tell her that everything is going well.  She's biting her fingernails off worrying about it, but we think she needs a vacation.  While she's gone, we lined up a special guest for today.  Matt, would you like to introduce her?

Of course.  Our guest today is Anne Patrick.  Anne is the author of more than a dozen novels of Romance, Mayhem & Faith, including the award-winning and best-selling Fire and Ash, Lethal Dreams and Sabotage. Her heroines are usually strong willed, witty, and often very opinionated…combinations that usually land them in situations where death seems imminent. When she isn't working on her next novel she enjoys spending time with family and friends, and traveling to foreign countries to experience new cultures and adventures.
Thank you, my darling!  What a brilliant introduction.Anne, do you think being a published author has changed you? If so, how?
Anne: Yes, I'm more focused now...more serious about my craft. I want to write the best story I can. I don't want to disappoint my readers.
Violet:  I'm sure you'd never do that!  Was there any pivotal event that triggered your becoming a writer?
Anne:  No. I was pretty much born with the desire to write. I can't remember a time when I wasn't making up stories in my head. I've had many teachers and a couple of writing instructors who were very encouraging, and my mother of course. She was my biggest supporter.
Violet: Cool.  That's what Elaine always says.  About making up stories in her head, I mean.  How many manuscripts did you write before you were published? 
Anne: Six or seven I think.
Violet:  Wow!  How long does it take you to complete a manuscript? Do you work on more than one thing at a time? 
Violet: After the research is done it usually takes me 8-12 weeks. I sometimes work on up to three stories at once.
Matt: Would you share your links with us?   I'd like to find you on the web.
Anne: My website (where I have montly giveaways): http://www.annepatrick.weebly.com & blog: http://www.suspensebyanne.blogspot.com
Matt: I like contests.  We’d love to read an excerpt. Don’t forget a buy link.
Blurb & Excerpt
Former combat medic Kory Wagner has been in four war zones, served three tours in Iraq, survived countless firefights, RPG’s, IED’s and even a helicopter crash. Now she’s home and out of the Army for good and someone is trying to kill her in her own backyard. Just as disturbing is the handsome sheriff who’s on the case.

Sheriff Sean Harding doesn’t quite know what to think of the decorated veteran that managed to outsmart an entire search party. What bothers him more is the body of a PI, whom she hired to find her sister's killer, was found dead in a building Kory owns. And Kory isn’t being very cooperative with helping him find the answers as to why someone would kill her sister and want her dead. Will he be able to keep her alive along enough to discover the truth?

*****

The steel door creaked as she pushed it open, the sound echoing throughout the metal building. "Mr. Urlik?" She waited for her eyes to adjust to the change in lighting before stepping all the way inside. A wide stream of light from the door spread out in front of her. "Mr. Urlik. Are you in here?"

Kory heard a sound a few yards in front of her. She quickly scanned the area. Three rows of huge metal shelves lined the interior. She inched forward, peering around the corner of the second row. Mr. Urlik lay on his side, facing her, clutching his chest. His eyes were opened and his mouth moved, but no sound came out. A heart attack? She ran to him, knelt down on the cement floor, and took his hand. It was wet, slimy. She looked down and saw his hand covered in blood. Her eyes shifted to his chest. A large crimson stain spread across the width of his white shirt from a small hole near the center. He was breathing erratically. Experience told her a bullet had pierced at least one lung and he didn't have much time. She immediately pressed the heel of her right hand against the wound.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Where's your cell phone?" Hers was in her backpack but she didn't want to waste valuable time digging it out.

"No time. Get out."

"Who did this, Mr. Urlik?"

He grabbed her right hand and squeezed it tightly. "You were right -- no accident."

His hand went limp.

Kory felt something in the palm of her hand, looked down and saw it was a key. She shoved it into her jeans pocket. A whizzing sound buzzed past her, followed by the unmistakable clink of a bullet ricocheting off metal. She instinctively threw herself over his body as another bullet struck metal. Kory felt for a pulse. There was none. She lowered her hand to his chest and felt under both arms and along his waist. I thought all PIs carried guns. Just my luck this one didn't.

She scrambled to her feet, as more shots ricocheted around her, and dove through an opening on the first row of shelves. A piercing pain sliced through her upper arm as she took cover behind some boxes. They wouldn't shield her from the gunfire but they would conceal her presence while she figured out how she was going to get out of there. She paused long enough to grab her cell phone from her backpack, wishing she hadn't when another bullet tore through a box beside her. She ducked lower to the floor.

Kory ignored the throbbing in her arm and slithered along the floor toward the back of the building. As a child, she and her sister, Callie, had often accompanied her grandfather to the warehouse where he worked on boats as a hobby. She remembered a back exit that led to the side parking lot and nearby woods. If she could reach the door, she had a chance of getting out of this alive. She looked down at the tear in her shirt, drenched with blood.

This isn't good!
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Violet: Anne, thank you so much for coming.  Your book sounds really good.  Maybe Matt can give me a copy for Christmas. 
 
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