Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Writers Wednesday: Lynn Crain

The technical situation with posting photos hasn't worked itself out completely. But we do get to see the terrific cover for our guest, Lynn Crain's, latest work. And I very much appreciate her. She waited so patiently and kindly 'in the wings'--in Vienna, Austria, where she's lived for the past three years. Welcome, Lynn. Please tell us a little about your books.

I’ll tell you about my current book and my next project both...they’re sci-fi’s erotic, the other one hasn’t told me what it is yet but I’m thinking sensual in nature.

The erotic sci-fi is called THE HARVESTER and it’s about a woman who used to be a harvester of men for her mother. Now she’s on Earth working as a body guard for a rich and powerful man in Las Vegas, Nevada until her rival starts lands here to claim the planet.

The WIP is called UNLIKELY PARADISE and it’s about a journalist who gets caught up in moe than she can handle. She’s find her big story but it puts a very powerful man in a bad light therefore he wants her dead. He’s the owner pleasure planets, all called Bliss, and has her sent there to be made into a pleasure bot. Thankfully, a marine decides that should not be her fate.

What draws you to the sci-fi genre?

I love to write science fiction romance, erotic or not, because I’m a scientist by training. Also, it has a history to it that nothing else does. What other genre predicted certain things and they actually happened? None that I know of at this moment. With this genre, you can take the current science discovery and twist it into something you can use.

Would you share an excerpt?

Here’s one from The Harvester!

Book Excerpt:
Leaning down, his breath reminded her of the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want’s written all over your face.” His voice purred in her ear.

Sky gasped and pulled back to get a better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.

“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man. Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control, the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.

“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey. He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to her ear.

She glanced over her shoulder and again her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the color that swirled in their depths.

“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very cool green.”

“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for the second time this evening, her voice low.

“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his body.

She sat there stunned as the people at her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate them.

Sky did her best to smile and act as if what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.

Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same world as she did, occupying the very same room.

Maybe it was time to see just what type of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close enough to see who it was.
Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had to land on her new home.

This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world without the help of her mother.

The idea of her being a Harvester. Sounds intriguing. What’s your next project?

I’m working on completing UNLIKELY PARADISE and doing the edits of some of my traditionally published books for my publishers. Right now I have about five irons in the fire. I’m completing a couple of novellas, starting a new series, plotting out a bigger urban fantasy that’s laced with lots of science, trying to get an agent to get my 100K novel sold and out the door plus lots of smaller projects.

My goodness, you really are a busy lady. What one tip would you offer writers?

If you really want to succeed in this business, learn everything you can about the business portion of writing then never give up on your writing. Learn something new every day. And write, just write. Sorry, I know that was more than one but they’re all connected! LOL!

How do your stories ‘come to you’ at first--through characters, setting, story line?

My stories come to me in a variety of ways. Sometimes it’s a song, a picture and characters name. Sometimes I’m in a cafe here in Vienna, Austria, and something clicks so I have to get my impressions down on paper. I have an idea file with over 180 ideas in it. Some I will never use, others I keep going back to because I know I want to write the story.

I’ve heard that Vienna can be very inspiring. LOL. Any special place you like to write?

I love my office. It has a great view and I write here most of the time. I also like taking a notebook and going to the cafes here. Many days I get more done out watching people than I ever would at home.

Do you have challenges with finding writing time?

I’m a full time writer, so most of the time I don’t have those challenges. BUT this last spring I was really ill and the challenge for a while was to just get out of bed after my hospital stay. Then it got to be, just get up and sit at the desk. Next it was just get up and sit at the desk, play with the internet. It took me almost two months to work up to actually sitting down and writing again. Part was just finding my brain and the time when I wasn’t trying to sleep...LOL!

Thanks so much for being here today. Best of luck with your new book. I hope you’ll come back again.

You are very, very welcome Barbara! Here’s every place you can find me

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

No Writers Wednesday

Due to technical difficulties, no Writers Wednesday is posted.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Writers Wednesday:Jannine Corti-Petska

We are so lucky today. Guest author Jannine Corti-Petska is giving away an e-copy of her short story, MINE TO KEEP. So be sure to leave your email along with your comment.

Jannine, your Italian medieval book was released in July, and your story is in an anthology came in August. Could you tell us about both of them?

I’d love to. In July, DANTE’S FLAME, book 3 of my Italian medieval series was released. Here’s the blurb:

Alessandra Podesta writes illicit tales unsuitable for a young lady. Exasperated, her father sends her to visit relatives in Naples to curb her wild imagination. But in her undying need for adventure, she toys with the affections of her tutor and is forced to marry him. When she unknowingly falls into a dangerous game of supremacy between two countries, she trusts the wrong people and endangers her life.

French tutor Dante Santangelo is secretly aiding the French in maintaining their rule over Naples. When he is manipulated into marrying the visiting cousin of the Valente Family, he seizes upon the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the family, who are under suspicion of helping the Spanish. When Alessandra's life is in jeopardy Dante must choose between love and duty. Will he offer up his life to save Alessandra? Or remain duty-bound to the French?

In mid-August, MINE TO KEEP, a novella for The Wild Rose Press’ Love Letters series was released. Here’s the blurb:
Lady Elizabella Aldrich receives notice of an inheritance in Padua, Italy. Arriving from England, she discovers another heir lays claim to the castle. An unreasonably handsome Italian rogue stands between her and the castle she’s inherited.

Leonardo Da Mitri never met the noble who included him in his will. But after one look at Lady Eliza he relishes the challenge of defeating the beauty to make the castle his own.

Astonished to learn they must wed and remain married for a year, it soon becomes apparent someone does not want the nuptials to take place. As Eliza fights her growing desire for Leo, he fights for his life. Will he walk away from his inheritance—and Eliza? Or is he willing to risk everything to stay married to the woman who has claimed his heart as hers... to keep?

Both of these stories sound great. The setting and era has been a favorite of mine for a long time. What draws you to this genre and area?

First and foremost, I’m Italian. So there’s a natural desire to write stories set in Italy. As for the medieval period, there is something romantic about brave knights and “playboy” nobles. Although only one of my stories, KNIGHT’S DESIRE, has a knight hero, the others are somewhat similar to the My Fair Lady concept, except my heroes are usually the wealthy noble and the heroines have no noble bloodline and come from a lower-class background. Yet they are all intelligent and very-well educated.

Would you share an excerpt of MINE TO KEEP?

Of course! In this scene, Elizabella and Leonardo learn that in order to inherit the marchese’s castle, they must marry and remain married for a year…and a day.

“There is naught I can do. The will is binding.”

“There must be a way to unbind it.” She tapped her toe on the floor and stared at the wall over his
head. Just what was she thinking that set her features askew?

“My apologies, for I am certain there is naught either of us can do to change our situation.”
Leo observed her closely. He’d never seen so many expressions skitter across a woman’s face before. She ran through every one of them, settling with a quiver on her lips that spoke of tears to follow. Crying women were his forte. Comforting them usually led to carnal pleasures. He frowned as he stared at the signorina. He tried to bring to mind the women from his past, but all resembled Lady Elizabella. Unwilling to delve into the reasons his mind betrayed him, he stepped closer to her, old habits coming back to mark his undoing. “It appears you and I will soon be husband and wife.”

Shock widened her eyes. “Are you gloating?”

“What reason would I have to gloat? I know not what else we can do to remain unmarried. If we must follow the marchese’s stipulation, then I shall do my best to be a good husband.”

“Think you I will allow you husbandly rights?”

She didn’t have to sound appalled. “They are part of a marriage.” One more step toward her, then another until they were toe to toe. “Neither of us is ghastly to look upon. We might discover that we enjoy the privileges matrimony brings.”

She tilted her head back and glared up at him. Damn her stubbornness. Could she not understand that once the year passed, they could negotiate which of them would inherit everything the marchese had left behind? To be sure, she’d never adjust to castle life, for she was brought up spoiled, as were all noble children.

Leaning in to whisper, he found their close proximity too much to bear. Unwise as it was, he circled her waist with one arm and pulled her to his body. She opened her mouth to protest, but Leo seized her lips, kissing her as if he’d not kissed a woman for quite a long time. She tasted sweet, boldly delicious. A groan died in his throat. She rested her hands on his hips, more than likely to balance herself. She needn’t be fearful, for his hold was made of iron. He wasn’t about to release her until he took his fill. Yet he began to understand that he wanted more, wanted to caress her womanly curves, cup her breasts, run his hands up and down her legs. He groaned again, but this one died at their lips.

The tautness in her body eased, and she leaned into him. He capped the back of her head to hold her to the kiss while his tongue slipped just past her lips then teeth, encountering her gasp. Leo refused to let her go. Kissing was one thing, but he feared the sudden urgency, the need to bare her to his view. The control over his desire she could make him lose.

Her hands wandered to his back, tentative. Perhaps she was frightened she’d succumb to his exploration. Was she afraid she might beg him for more? Gladly would he accommodate her, but she’d no doubt wake up from the euphoric state she’d lapsed into and slap him soundly should he even try to remove any part of her clothing. Leo released her lips and kissed a path down her graceful neck, losing himself in the pleasant scent drifting out of her pores. He glided up to her mouth again, perched to sink his tongue into the moist cavern. A loud gasp from across the room doused his rampant lust.

“Get your hands off Lady Elizabella immediately!”

Leo snapped his head up. A red-faced dandy near the door drew his sword, pointing it with authority. “Who the hell are you?”

“Baron Geoffrey Camden, and that woman is my fiancé

I can't wait to read this. What’s your next project?

I’m currently working on TEMPT NOT MY HEART, book 4, and the final book, in my Italian medieval series. (Although, I’ve been contemplating a new series with the children of the heroes and heroines from four-book series.) This story takes place in Siena around the time of the Palio, the famous horse race held twice each summer.

The hero, Niccolo, who was a secondary character in book 1, THE LILY AND THE FALCON, is the cousin of that book’s hero Cristiano de Medici. He finds himself in an unreasonable predicament the moment he checks into his hotel. Sabrina, the heroine, jumps into his bed. Moments later, her father and fiancé barge in. Of course, her father announces that she and Niccolo will marry come morning. The fiancé is outraged, but Sabrina isn’t. She accomplished what she wanted: not to marry her pompous fiancé. Niccolo, however, loves all women and a marriage wasn’t in his future…at all.

There’s intrigue surrounding the Palio, and secrets and finger-pointing. lies, evilness, and a harrowing ending. The reader will see a new side of Niccolo that they’d never dream was there, not from THE LILY AND THE FALCON, or his brief appearance in book 2, SURRENDER TO HONOR.

Do you have a special place you like to write?

Since my first draft goes directly into the computer, I usually write where my PC is located: in my office—a little room crammed with bookcases and over 2000 research books, a few desks and other things—where two people standing in it is a crowd! If I’m stuck on a scene or chapter beginning, I’ll take my pad and pen and write at the kitchen table or outside under the patio. Normally, that’s the length of writing a sentence or a paragraph, sometimes a full page, to get my brain back on track. Then I’m at my computer again.

I do have a laptop gathering dust—rarely used it. It was too heavy to carry around. I have a netbook, but the keyboard is too small for my chubby fingers. Whatever I type looks as if it’s in Russian, lol. And the screen is much too small. I need larger print.

Any challenges with finding writing time?

On paper, I should have all the time in the world to write. No kids at home, closest grandkids about 40 minutes away. I so have 3 demanding Rat Terriers with abounding energy. I have to keep them busy throughout the day. Above all, I’m a wife, mother and grandmother first. I will drop everything—and even give up writing, if I had to—when it comes to my family…dogs included.

Plus, I think I have A.D.D. lol. I can’t sit in one place for long and always get sidetracked. A fly on the wall will capture my attention. Concentrating on one thing at a time seems impossible for me. I’ve been like this my entire life but no one diagnosed A.D.D. way back when I was a child in the 50s.

Summers are the hardest on me. I wilt in the heat, have headaches almost daily, and get very depressed. I have more energy and find more time to write in the colder months.

This must have been difficult summer for you, then. The heat has been oppresive in so much of the country. Thanks so much for being here today, Jannine. I hope you’ll come back again.

Thank you. I’d love to!

You can find Jannine and her books here:

To buy Jannine’s books: DANTE’S FLAME--The Wild Rose Press


The Wild Rose Press


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Wrtiers Wednesday:Alana Lorens/Barbara Mountjoy

Welcome. Today’s guest is an author who is multi-published in a variety of genre, including non-fiction. Please help me welcome Alana Lorens (aka Barbara Mountjoy). Alana has been a published writer for over 35 years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at the South Dade News Leader in Homestead, Florida.

Her list of publications includes the non-fiction book 101 Little Instructions for Surviving Your Divorce, published by Impact Publishers in 1999, stories; A CUP OF COMFORT FOR DIVORCED WOMEN, in December 2008, and A CUP OF COMFORT FOR ADOPTIVE PARENTS in June 2009.

Her Clan Elves of the Bitterroot series (as Lyndi Alexander) is available from Dragonfly Publishing; THE ELF QUEEN in 2010, THE ELF CHILD in 2011, and THE ELF MAGE in 2012.

Her newest release (as Alana Lorens) is SECRETS IN THE SAND, in the Crimson Rose line from The Wild Rose Press. CONVICTION OF THE HEART is her sixth published novel, which will be followed in July 2012 with SECOND CHANCES, a women’s fiction with romantic elements story. The Wild Rose Press is also publishing her contemporary romance novella THAT GIRL’S THE ONE I LOVE later this summer.

When she’s not busy writing, practicing law or teaching, she takes care of a husband and a bunch of kids and blogs on a variety of subjects, including autism, science fiction and life at Awalkabout. Wow, Barabara, that’s quite a lineup. There’s a lot to talk about, but would you start by telling us a little about your latest release?

SECOND CHANCES is about an Iraq War Veteran and some of the problems he faces. PTSD and domestic violence--not just a women's problem. Domestic violence is often a touchy topic—even those who are trapped in the middle of hell don’t like to bring it up or talk about it.
I can tell you from twenty-five years of experience that men who are victims, like the Iraq War veteran Rafe Johnson, in SECOND CHANCES, are even more reluctant to bring this into the light, even if it might mean they could get some help.

For some, the issue is that they are engaged in a same-sex relationship, and for many reasons they are reluctant to expose themselves to public regard.
For others, they are terrified to admit they’re being “hit by a girl.” Like in Rafe and Susan Johnson’s situation, she’s suffering from a horrible case of PTSD, brought on by an experience that happened to her when she too was a soldier serving in Iraq. Even though she beats him, he loves her dearly and wouldn’t hit her back. He tries to understand, but she keeps getting more and more out of control, striking out first at him, then at others outside the marriage. Finally the situation deteriorates to the point where Rafe has to do something, before someone else gets hurt.

I’ve had a few male domestic violence clients in my career, and I truly feel for them. One poor guy had his ex stalking him, day and night, and by the time he came to see me, he’d fallen so low that he wouldn’t even take out the trash without a shotgun in his hand. I’m sure you can imagine how many ways that situation could have gone bad. Finally we filed for an order of protection, and the court was able to convince this woman to get a grip before someone got killed.

BLURB: Inessa Regan, a 10-year associate at a Pittsburgh law firm, gets a pink slip when the economy tanks. Insecure, her pride wounded, she flounders helplessly until she meets Kurtis Lowdon, a man 15 years younger than she, an Iraq War veteran with cancer. He helps her take the first steps back from the pit of despair after she loses everything that defines her.

First as her client, then as her landlord, then as her partner, Kurt shows her the power of believing in oneself. Their journey is tainted with secrets from Kurt’s own past, as well as some of the horrors of war that have followed Kurt and his friends home from overseas. When his cancer returns, she must take control of her own life and fight to survive. His battle teaches her how to live; and she risks everything she holds dear to save him.

EXCERPT: Rafe and his Army friend Kurt are meeting with lawyer Inessa Regan to try to sort out his situation:

"I shoulda looked out for her. No one would have t-touched her if I’d been there!”Kurt walked around the desk to put a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.“Can’t change what’s done, Rafe. What’s important now is your current situation.” He took a seat on the desk. “Rafe says Susan’s been violent. I’ve seen the bruises. But he won’t retaliate—he feels responsible."

“She’s ch-ch-changed. She’s a whole d-different p-p-person!” Agitated, Rafe ejected from his chair and started pacing. “She was never like this with me, not before I was sent Stateside. After she got home, she was damned moody, man. We got into it at least twice a week, sometimes about nothing.

“She quit going to c-counseling after she lost the last job, just like all the others, always a fight with co-workers or a boss, and then it’s done. Seven months now we’ve lived mostly on my disability.” He turned to Inessa, gaze intent. “Living with her’s like living outside the wire, you know? I couldn’t stay anymore.

“When I told her I was leaving, she shoved me down the stairs. I had two broken ribs. I would even have let that go, ‘cause I know she’s had a bad time. But since I been home with my parents, she won’t leave me alone. She threatens me, threatens them, follows me all the time.

“I’m not worried about me, I can take it. Damn her, my parents have nothing to do with what happened to me, or to her! My mom’s too scared to go out into the back yard to water her flowers. I can’t let her do this.”

Inessa, not exactly sure of the military slang, but understanding the deep-simmered bitterness in his tone, considered the options.“You might have filed an action for protection from abuse. You didn’t.” Her fingers stopped tapping on the keys.

“Pride?”Kurt scoffed, “Would a judge believe Rafe was a victim? When he’s trained to kill someone with his bare hands? When he outweighs her by fifty pounds and stands over her by six inches? Really?”

“If he had broken ribs, he’s got medical proof. Better than he said, she said.” Inessa knew many male victims of domestic violence didn’t come forward because it wasn’t “manly” to get beaten by a girl. They also got an icy reception in a system that had sanctified the victimization of women. Women had shelters and support groups; men had their buddies’ couches and alcohol.

“Didn’t go to the hospital,” Rafe mumbled.“What?”A guilty look passed between the men.“Top fixed me up. Ace bandage for a couple of days, then just took it easy. Coupla pain pills, no fast moves--you know.”Inessa shook her head. “Medication prescribed by his own doctor, at least?”Kurt put on his best good-little-boy smile. “You don’t really want an answer to that.”

Very powerful, Barbara. It’s obvious this is a topic you’re passionate about.

Domestic violence happens to people of all social classes and incomes, and to both women and men. If you or someone you know is in a bad situation, here are some websites that might be able to help:
This article from the Mayo CLinic

Men's Resource Center of Western Michigan has a quiz to let men know if they might be in an abusive relationship: Web: National Coalition Against Domestic Violence :

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Today I’m happy to welcome Emily Ryan-Davis, a versatile young authorwhose work spans genres from erotic to urban fantasy to paranormal. So glad you’re here, Emily. Please tell us a little about your most recent book.

I just turned in an erotic romance novella to my Ellora’s Cave editor so I’m in edits, of course. Right now I’m also working on three separate things (ahhh, my brain!) and they’re all very different. My primary project is PAINT IT WHITE, book two of the gothic urban fantasy/paranormal romance series I launched in July with PAINT FOR BLOOD.

I’m trying to decide how much trouble I want to write myself into with the series. Dessa Collier, the heroine of PAINT FOR BLOOD, has a vampire love interest who is seriously unhappy with her at the beginning of book two. When I was drafting the first chapter of the new book, an intriguing character named Evander Willows popped into Dessa’s story. Willows is a Louisiana shapeshifter with some supernatural issue that’s going to carry the book (no, I haven’t figured out his issue yet--such is the life of a pantser). I think he also has some compelling sexual chemistry to offer a woman whose lover is hovering in uncertain “friend? enemy?” territory.

Research is taking me into post-hurricane New Orleans and all the supernatural chaos I can cook up.

My other projects are an erotic paranormal novella (werewolves! Lots of them!) and an erotic contemporary ménage, which will be available this holiday season.

What draws you to these genres?

I’ve always loved the romance genre, but after several years of dabbling here and there in a variety of subgenres (futuristic, historical, contemporary, paranormal, and even gothic) I’ve concluded I’m really drawn to…all of them. It’s the emotional intensity--two people can be irresistibly drawn to one another regardless the time frame or the world on which they reside.

What truly draws me to romance and all its subgenres (mostly steamy and erotic, I admit it) is I’m not only allowed to write about that magnetic attraction, I’m required to do it. Talk about a dream job.

Would you share an excerpt?

Absolutely! Can I share two? I have two very different books out right now and I can’t decide which is my favorite.

Please do. I know the readers will love it.

This is from PAINT FOR BLOOD, which is a novel about a housepainter from Georgia who, at 27, discovers she inherited more from her parents than attached earlobes and blonde hair.

“You told them to hide me.” Accusation edged her response. “Do you know I didn’t see the sun for almost a year? My grandmother had severe arthritis. It took months and months for her to carve each of those beads and paint them. I spent all that time waiting underground.”

“You needed protection. When I found you… you needed someone to keep you safe.”

She turned her face away, rejecting him. “I needed to see the sun.”
Her lips parted, and she drew a ragged breath. Her memory bled sadness like an open wound even though her dark period was long ago. He understood. He’d made peace with the night, but warmth and light were cravings he still harbored.

“Why didn’t you kill me that day?” she asked.


“Do you regret your choice?”

“I regretted letting you go.”

“You tried to find me. To kill me?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “And to taste you again.”

And this excerpt is from NAKED & UNLEASHED, a steamy erotic romance about a pair of New Yorkers who find they have more than being New Yorkers in common. (Note: This novella is a “dubious consent” story that’s not for the faint of heart, but that I hope conveys genuine love even through its dark themes.)

Backtracking through his apartment, she peripherally admired Mikal’s taste in décor. He trended toward a minimalist look with clean lines, wide-open spaces and a crisp black-and-white color scheme. Her favorite thing about Mikal was his blunt, direct approach. Even his environment was without subterfuge. A speck of dust couldn’t hide beneath the high set of his chairs. With the secrets she kept lately, she should have been uncomfortable surrounded by such transparency.

She stopped and stood still in the center of the enormous living room, moving nothing but her eyes. Nowhere to hide. She could flatten herself to the floor and squirm beneath the sofa but he’d find her there. She could crouch low and turn herself into a ball of limbs behind one of the high-backed chairs but he’d find her there too. The narrow gallery beyond the living room didn’t offer sanctuary, either. The unframed prints mounted on the walls wouldn’t hide her. Wouldn’t save her.

Nowhere to hide. He’d catch her if she ran.

Wetting her lips, she glanced up the stairs to the silent floor above. What would she have to do to make him chase her?

Very interesting pair of works, Emily. What’s your next project?

After I finish the second book in my gothic urban fantasy/paranormal series, “Dessa Collier: Vampire-Maker,” I’ll be moving on to the third book in the series. Beyond that, I haven’t planned too far ahead. I’m someone who operates on impulse and inspiration, so while right now I’m excited to get back to Dessa’s dark, angst-ridden and sometimes-scary paranormal world, who knows what I’ll feel like writing after that.

Maybe I’ll return to my futuristic world and write another “Manporium” tale, about a woman (or a man!) who genetically engineers a perfect mate and has to cope with the problems that arise from such a method…or maybe I’ll finally get around to writing the Russian ice fae novel.

Or maybe I’ll knit a pair of socks. I haven’t knitted in a while and new homemade wool socks would be awesome.

I don’t know…that Russian fae novel sounds fascinating. You can knit later. LOL. Do you have a tip you can offer writers?

Just one tip? Alright, if I have to choose just one, I highly recommend writers brace themselves for evolution. Their writing interests will change, the publishing world will change, what’s hot now will be cold tomorrow, what was cold yesterday will be hot next week. Writers who prepare themselves to be varied and adaptable will have a much easier time of it than writers who decide they’re going to write one thing and one thing only, and aren’t open to alternatives in either story types or publishing opportunities.

Very true. But for some of us (OK, me, perhaps) that might be easier said than done. I know I’m pretty much rooted in historical. So for all this writing--so you have a special place you like to work?

I don’t really have a special place beyond any place I can find that allows me to settle into my head and focus. Lately that means I escape my infant, husband and animals by fleeing to Starbucks (bonus! coffee!) but beyond that I’m flexible. I’ve written books from the living room sofa, from my bedroom, from my home office, from other peoples’ sofas--as long as I can ignore and be ignored, I’m good to go.

With a baby, I’ll bet you have challenges with finding writing time.

Challenges? Oh yeah, I have them. My little boy will be eight months old on August 11, and he is a crazy handful of wild little-boy energy. He started crawling three days after his six month birthday, started pulling himself up a week later, and now he fills his days with climbing, guinea pig and kitty chasing, and mommy loving. I’m afraid he’ll be walking by Labor Day!

Of course I have other demands on my time, but I resigned from my six-year position as a music lesson studio coordinator/manager at the end of May in order to write and child-rear, but I had no idea how much child-rearing would run over writing.

I know other authors do it with children, pets, jobs, family obligations, several books due at a time, but I can’t seem to get my act together. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything, but I’ve been seriously thinking about hiring a mother’s helper or personal assistant, something I never thought I’d even consider.

Still, it sounds as if you’ve found a way to meet all the demands, although having an assistant or helper would be wonderful.

Thanks so much for being here today. Much luck with your writingI hope you’ll come back again.

I had a great time! Thanks so much for your cyber hospitality.

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