Please help me welcome Mia Downing, whose erotic contemporary EXCEEDING BOUNDARIES, was released recently through Wild Rose Press. Congratulations, Mia. How exciting to have your first book--or novella--out. Would you tell us about it please?
But first let me tell you all that Mia is giving away a free download of her first title to one lucky commenter. So be sure to leave your email when you say 'Hi.'
Thanks for having me, Barbara! You’re my very first blog stop, so I’m very excited and grateful for the opportunity.
EXCEEDING BOUNDARIES is a novella that started out simple in my mind—Megan made plans to seduce Adam under forgotten mistletoe. But as the characters grew and the scene unfolded, I realized they had a lot more baggage than expected!
Blurb for EXCEEDING BOUNDARIES:
Lawyer Megan Connors wants a man, one that will wine her, dine her, and help her to forget the pain of a date rape she experienced as a teen. Her boss, Adam Wentworth, is just the man—tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed, and a confirmed player. He's perfect for a weekend of non-committal sex that will entice her inner woman out to play for good. So Megan devises a plan for seduction, one that will lure Adam into her arms.
Adam has been attracted to Megan since day one, but his preference for dominance and her fragile air kept him at bay. Megan's kiss under forgotten mistletoe is just the fuel his lust needs to exceed the boundaries she once put in place. He's game, but he wants more than a weekend with the vulnerable yet sexy Megan.
When the weekend is over, will Megan allow the past to keep her bound or can Adam convince her she’s strong enough to submit?
Megan drew away, ending their kiss, her breath quick in her throat. His breathing matched hers, and in the dim light of the dashboard, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“Well?” Adam demanded as he sat back into his seat, his voice incredibly deep, sexy, and ragged.
“Very, very nice. Thank you.”
He laughed at her weak praise and covered his face with his hands. “Good Lord, woman, can I ever please you?”
He wasn’t looking, so she cast a glance to his crotch—a nice bulge was nestled between his thighs. She wet her lips and slyly offered, “Would you like to come in for a drink?”
He swallowed again and opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Her bravado began to falter as he swallowed one more time and ran a hand through his hair.
“If I come in, if I kiss you again…” He turned toward her and a shaft of dim light danced off the depth of the lust in his eyes. “I won’t be able to stop, Megan.”
“I know.” Power swept into her, fanning her desire like a gust igniting a spark. She held the cards, she was in control. “Why do you think I invited you in?” She slid from the car, not waiting, knowing he’d be at her side in a second. Phase Three had begun.
Humm. I notice the edges of the page are beginning to singe, Mia. Very hot. What’s your next project?
My next book is the first of a series about a group of spies. SPY GAMES: TRAINED FOR SEDUCTION will be out in July. Chase is the spy boss and Kate is his collateral damage from a failed mission. She’s been slated for an impossible, deadly mission and Chase has been given the task of making sure she’s sexually ready to seduce the bad men. Of course, he’d rather keep Kate for himself!
The second book (tentative title is SPY GAMES: LETHAL LIMITS) is about Jake, Kate’s spy partner and Tia Richards, another spy who has a problem only Jake can solve. Jake’s been sent on a mission to find a woman of his own to love, and since Tia is the only woman that makes him forget he’s sorta fallen for Kate, she’s in his crosshairs.
The third book (tentative title is SPY GAMES: ENDGAME) is about Aaron, Jake’s sexy actor brother, and Charlotte, a spy with a secret and horrible past. Charlotte is slated for a deadly mission of her own, but is marking time until the pieces fall into place by stepping in as bodyguard for Aaron, pretending to be his girlfriend as a cover.
Blurb for SPY GAMES: TRAINED FOR SEDUCTION
Interesting and different, just what readers like. What one tip would you offer writers?
Write from your heart, not for the market. What’s big now won’t be big when you finish your manuscript. When I started writing, paranormal was dead. Now it’s the hottest thing out there. Don’t be afraid to try something new. When I first started writing, I wouldn’t have been caught dead published at an e-book house with erotic romance. Now that’s where the market is--e-pub and erotic romance. I love The Wild Rose Press and everything they stand for. They’re a great company.
How do your story ideas come to you? (Which do you visualize first, characters or plots?)
I first get a glimpse of an opening scene. In Exceeding Boundaries, I saw Megan planning to get Adam under forgotten mistletoe outside of a conference room, so she could seduce him. Then come the questions—why? Where? How? Soon the characters begin to talk to me, and as I write I start to learn more about what they do and why. I don’t really plot, per se. I write what I see in my mind, even if it’s odd, then find out why the characters did that. Usually it’s a surprise, even to me!
Thanks for being here, Mia. Come back again--perhaps when your next book is out.
Thanks so much! I’d love to come again and visit after SPY GAMES: TRAINED FOR SEDUCTION is out!
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Please tell us about FORBIDDEN SON.
High school dropout Honey Belle Garret never thought of herself as poor white trash—just poor. In the summer of 1964, her world changes forever when sinfully sexy and very rich, Tripp Hartwell III offers her a ride in his convertible. When Tripp proposes marriage, it is the happiest day of Honey Belle’s life. Then, unbeknownst to Tripp, dire threats from his father force Honey Belle and her family out of town and into silence. Hidden in another state, Honey Belle determines, successfully, to make something of herself. She keeps a scrapbook of news clippings about the young man she had to leave behind. Seventeen years later Tripp is not only a lawyer like his father but a Vietnam War hero and a United States senator. Before anyone can question the strong resemblance between him and a new congressional page, Honey Belle has to tell Tripp the truth. And he must come to terms with the knowledge that he has a son by the woman who stole his heart and then mysteriously disappeared.
“Have I changed so much that you don’t recognize me, Tripp?” This wasn’t at all the way she had rehearsed the scene in her head. She didn’t blink an eye—afraid any reaction might betray her uncertainty.
“Look, miss, I don’t have time for twenty questions. I meet a lot of people, if—”
She wanted him to remember, to remember her, to remember—what? That seventeen years ago she had walked away from him? That she hadn’t had the courage to stand up to his father and fight for her position in the life of the man she loved. That for sixteen years she had raised the son he never knew existed. She should never have left Tripp. So much guilt, for so many mistakes. She had no one to blame but herself.
She lifted her eyes to his. “Seventeen years ago, in Charleston, South Carolina, I asked you to take me for a ride in your shiny white BMW.”
The silence of the office closed in around her.
Ah. Sounds intriguing. What’s your next project?
Currently, I’m working on a full-length historical romance that takes place during the Sapoy Rebellion in India. I’m also working on a novella which is a contemporary military romance that takes place in Afghanistan. I’m enjoying the research for both books, but often find myself lingering over the interesting facts (procrastinating, actually), instead of working on my page counts.
Oh, my goodness, I do the same thing. That’s one reason I love researching. Do you plan to return to the Old West?
The Old West is my favorite era in history and to write. I have five historical westerns plotted out. My problem is deciding which book to work on next. I do have a full-length western and a novella releasing in 2013; MCKENNA’S WOMAN from The Wild Rose Press and COWGIRL COURAGE with Avalon Books.
What one tip would you offer writers?
Just one tip? (she says with a smile). Actually, the best tip I can give writers—especially beginning writers—is to read…read…read in the genre they plan to write. While plot and characterization is always the meat and bones of a novel, there is also a formula to each genre. Westerns tend to be plot driven, while contemporary romance leans toward character driven. By reading, writers can see where the plot twists are, how many scenes in certain genres, how much or how little romance in certain genres; how action tags enhance a scene; and how all those elements formulate into a good publishable story.
Is there a special place you like to write?
My office is a converted bedroom which looks out over a spring-fed creek. Some writers enjoy listening to music while others seem to concentrate better when surrounded by noise in coffee shops. I like silence and the calming effects of watching the wood ducks or otters and even the occasional gator that swim by. Maybe someday I’ll write a story that takes place in a swamp.
LOL. I don’t know about a swamp, but I agree--silence is golden for me.
How do your story ideas come to you? (Which do you visualize first, characters or plots?)
Ideas come to me in different ways. Sometimes the title of the book pops into my head first, other times, I dream the story, and at other times a character’s name comes first. Whichever happens, if I’m near my computer, I type the information in my ‘idea’ file. Quite often when I do this, ideas seems to flow. I just go with it until I run out of juice. Then I return to whatever I was doing. Unless it’s washing dishes or vacuuming, then I find excuses to stay at the computer.
Is there anything you haven’t been asked that you’d like to share with us?
Many writers ask how I built my fan base. The answer is simple—develop characters that readers want to invest time in, write plots that make readers laugh or cry, or keep them turning the pages. Give readers that ‘aaah’ moment when writing ‘The End.’ The ultimate goal is to write books that will cause readers to clamor for your next novel.
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
In the first excerpt I’d like to share, Rachel, a home care nurse, learns the identity of the stranger she met on the way to her new job.
The off-tune singing stopped, but that perfectly rounded bottom continued to wiggle.
“Pickles...pickles. Surely there are pickles in this huge refrigerator. Maybe some of those sweet little gherkins. Oh, look, cottage cheese. You give love a bad name…” The off-tune singer extracted a container from the crowded contents of the refrigerator, absently reaching out to set it on the counter.
Sneaking up behind her in his stocking feet, he placed a hand on the edge of the open door of the refrigerator and leaned over her bent body.
She moved a pitcher of orange juice. “Okay, pickles, where are you hiding?”
“Check behind the milk.”
Rachel yelped and spun around, her hand to her heart. Her big blue eyes opened impossibly wide. “You! Wha...what are you doing here?”
He held out his hand. “Hello, Rachel. I’m Storm Masterson, Sunny’s twin brother.”
“You…you’re Sunny’s brother? Don’t you dare touch me.” She made a fist and had the audacity to shake it under his nose. He didn’t know whether to laugh or paddle that cute behind she’d been wiggling earlier.
“You…you just keep your hands and your lips to yourself. You…you naked, kissing bandit.”
LOL. Sounds like great fun. What else do you have coming soon?
I’m fortunate enough to have a story included in the Honky Tonk Hearts series that began last month from The Wild Rose Press. Two episodes, or novellas, will release per month as long as the series runs. My episode will release on June 27.
In this story, Win (short for Sherwin) is a wounded vet who’s come home to Texas to heal, find a piece of his soul and open a ranch for amputee children. To earn a little extra coin, he’s asked his Uncle Gus, owner of the Lonesome Steer honky tonk, to give him a job as a cook. Evie works part-time as a waitress at the bar. She’s heard about this new cook and his war injuries—loss of part of his leg and some of his hearing. In fact, she’s been told to go back to the kitchen and introduce herself. Here's an excerpt from THOSE VIOLET EYES.
Evie charged through the swinging door to the kitchen and skidded to a stop. It couldn’t be. Although his back was toward her, there was no mistaking the height and broad muscled shoulders. This mystery nephew of Gus’s was the guy who’d remarked on her eyes. Her stomach did a little twitchy dance, nerves no doubt.
She ran her suddenly damp palms over her short skirt and cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Win?”
She took a couple steps closer and noticed he was washing vegetables under a spray of water. “Win?”
Evie rolled her eyes and stepped behind him, tapping him on the back. The metal strainer clattered in the sink and a blur of motion barely registered before steely hands gripped her forearms. Oh my God! In a flurry of movement, he snatched her off the floor and backed her against the stainless steel counter. Cold wet hands viced her arms. Her eyes snapped wide and the air whooshed from her lungs when his body slammed into hers.
Win’s eyes were narrowed, his breathing rapid through a clenched jaw and a vein bulged in his forehead. “Don’t do that.”
The man was every inch the warrior, every hard tensed inch. He held her mid-air, so close they were nearly eyeball to eyeball. As his gaze traveled over her face and awareness evidently crept in as to the sex of his attacker, several inches of his frame hardened even more.
Evie swallowed. Oh, good Lord.
He glared and his nostrils flared.
“I…I’m sorry, Win. I called your name, but…but you didn’t answer. I was only trying to get your attention.” Her lips twitched at the humor in the situation—hadn’t Keira told her the man lost part of his hearing? Evidently she’d startled him. Poor soul. She felt a portion of herself return. A portion she’d hidden for so long; that light-hearted part of her soul that teased and cajoled. “Honest, I wasn’t trying to attack you.” She placed an open palm on his defined pecs and patted. “You’re safe with me, big guy.” Just to rattle him some more, she winked.
Win’s hazel eyes flashed for a second, then he slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Well, you’re not safe with me.”
Exciting, Vonnie. Can't wait to read it. How long have you been writing?
I’m finishing up a romantic suspense trilogy, The Red Hand Conspiracy. All three books are set mainly in Europe and involve a group of terrorists, The Red Hand.
MONA LISA'S RULE hasn’t been given a release date yet, but involves an American art teacher who travels to Paris for her 40th birthday. She foils a bombing attempt in the salon of the Louvre where the famed portrait of Mona Lisa hangs. From that point on, she’s put under the protective custody of a younger government agent, Niko. Oh, the sparks that fly…
Book two, RAIN IS A LOVE SONE, takes place in Paris, Budapest and Asheville, North Carolina.
Book three, that I’m struggling to write, is JAZZBEAT OF SURRENDER, and takes place in Paris and Berlin. I’m having a hard time getting a handle on my hero. I’ve rewritten him and rewritten him. Let me tell you, this undercover German agent posing as a jazz musician can run, but he can’t hide. I WILL figure this guy out. I can promise you that! LOL
Now that sounds intriguing. Good luck on developing those stories. How long have you been writing?
I’ve started and stopped many projects over the years, but never gave myself permission to write fulltime until I retired early as a technical writer, and we moved from the DC area to southern Virginia. I’ve been writing for five years and have three books and two novellas under contract and two manuscripts that will never see the light of day. Yes, they are that bad!
What one tip would you offer writers?
Give yourself permission to write every day. We get so caught up in doing for others that we forget to care for our souls, especially our writer’s soul. Write something every day even if you can only take fifteen minutes from your schedule. By doing this, you establish a routine and your muse will take notice. After all, the more you write, the better you become. And write what you enjoy reading. I love Romance, so that’s what I write.
Thanks, again, for joining us today, Vonnie.
Oh, hon, it’s been my pleasure.
Visit Vonnie's website at http://www.vonniedavis.com/
Drop by her blog anytime. http://www.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com/
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