Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thursday's Hero - Jetan from Moon Summoned

Just before the evening meal, Egeria heard an equis neigh. Radan opened the door, shouted a greeting and ran into the yard. “Jetan, come to the house. Why did you take so long to reach the farm?”
Egeria watched the men. The newcomer’s green eyes shone with laughter. His light red hair hung in a braid to the middle of his back.
“Been busy. Stopped here and there to earn coins by tending beasts.” He pointed to the equis. “This beauty was a gift from the Thamaturg after I treated his favorite mare. I’ve coins aplenty.”
Radan laughed. “For poor boys we’ve prospered. Look at my farm and house. Makes Pa’s look like nothing to brag about. There’s an orchard and a woodlot across the road that’s mine, too. Trag, take his equis.”
They brushed past Egeria. Their faces showed they shared a heritage, but the younger man was taller and leaner. He moved with a lithe grace. His eyes held none of the anger that smoldered in his brother’s eyes.
“Set a second place,” Radan ordered. “Jetan comes to stay a bit. Tave, fetch the jug of fermenti and move your things into Trag’s room.”
Malara offered hot herb-scented cloths. The man washed and sat at the table.
“My thanks, lady,” Jetan said.
Radan punched his brother’s shoulder. “No thanks needed. She does what is right to honor a guest. Have you grown soft since I last saw you?”
Jetan shook his head. “Just using the manners Ma taught us.”
“The family? Have they recovered from the earth shakes?”
“Last I heard. Not been home for more than a year. Ma was ailing. Pa beat her bad when the last born was a girl. Couldn’t help her so I left. I won’t go back.”
Radan poured fermenti into two small cups. “Neither will I. We’re best gone. Nothing for us there.” He touched his cup to Jetan’s. “You can find a place here. Lots of families need a man with coins to pay their taxes.”
Egeria placed a platter of fried pullet and hearth-roasted taters on the table. Radan gestured to Malara. “She’s first woman of my court. Carries my quickened seed.” He pulled her onto his lap. “Next week I’ll go to Angara and fetch a second woman.”
Jetan pointed to Egeria. “And her?”
Radan snorted. “Moon-touched. Locals believe to bed her will bring ill luck. Don’t want to stir them so I leave her alone.”
Jetan lifted a piece of pullet from the plate. Moon-touched? He could swear he’d seen awareness in her blue eyes. His gaze followed her movements at the hearth and his body heated with thoughts of plowing her. If he could win her, there would be no thoughts of sharing with Radan. Where did she sleep? Though if she was proscribed, he’d have to be wary. “Maybe I should visit the pens. Been near three months without a woman.”
Radan shook his head. “One of us must stay and I’ve a great need to get away. Since taking the farm at harvest, I’ve been no further than the village. Spend some days here and see if there’s a woman on one of the nearby farms you fancy.”
Jetan’s gaze drifted to Egeria. She walked like a filly newly come into season. Moon-touched? Maybe and maybe not.


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Wednesday's Writer's Tip -- Series and Arcs or Plans #MFRWauthor

The jumping off point for these Wednesday's Tips is Writing The Fiction Series by Karen Wiesner.

Just as each story needs a road map to get from the beginning to the end, so does a series. Or does it? There are 2 kinds of series, the open end one and the closed end. Just what does this mean?

A closed end series is one when by the end of book three or four, the missing is found, the grail is in the hands of those seeking for it. Though each story is complete in itself there are larger problems to be solved. Fantasy series often follow this story. Lord of The Rings was written to be one story. Think of how long each of the three books was and consider having a book with all three in one. This book would have to be read with it resting on a hard surface like a desk. There are a lot of other series that fall into this pattern. The quest will continue but the underlying problem will remain. The reason the end of this series is closed becomes "there is some underlying reason for the quest and until the object is in the character or characters hands the story will continue." There are clues throughout the story that will lead you on to the next books.

Now for the open ended series. This series could go on forever since each story is complete and can be read without reading any other book in the series. Detective stories are often this kind since they are based on a single character who solves a crime, finds a murderer. Another series in open end is when there is a place involved or friendship. There may be references to the past books or appearances of the characters found in other books but the entire series doesn't need to be read for the stories to make sense.

If you've ever picked up a series book and read it. Starting in the middle of a closed end series will make things confusing. This happened to me several times while judging contests. The middle story was a contestant and frankly the story made no sense. Not having read the first or second story in the series I was in an uncharted area and other than the writing I found the third or fourth book hard to judge. The open end series gave me no problem in the judging since there was no need to read the other books before I read book 4 or 5.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tuesday's Inspiration - A Story Is... #MFRWauthor


This will be the last one on this theme since I've reached the end of the book. Next week I'm sure there will be another way I've found to inspire me and hopefully you.

"A story is a larger life, created and shared  with others by a writer." Each story we write takes place in a world we create. The world may be the one we life in, a time in the past or the future, or a fantasy world. A story is the product of the writer's imagination but is also a product of who they are.

Every person in the stories you create to share with others carries a bit of yourself and also parts of people you know or ones you've watched. The road they follow through the story are invented to share with others. Honing the imagination keeps the writer's inventive people and places new even if they're the world you life in.

I have friends who say they only write contemporary stories and that they're true to the world. They are and they aren't. The trigger can be an event that has taken place in the world of reality but what is done with this idea changes that reality. So be inspired by what's happening around you and take the things you've observed into the past, the future or a fantasy world.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor


Meander 1 - Editing. The weekend was spend in edit heaven or hell. @ books of my own to go through and check for errors. One is completely finished. The other needs a final sweep through. The third book was for a friend, a newly published author and the story is great. The one thing I found here was the constant addressing of a character's name in the story. How are you doing, Harry?" I'm fine, Mary." That sort of thing becomes wearing after a time, especially when there are two people in the room and forgetting to use a comma before the name also can be annoying but something I've noticed in other works by diverse authors. Another thing was a use that's common now so I didn't correct it. That's the use of alright instead of all right. To me they mean different things, But once again, this is becoming common usage.

Meander 2 - My evenings are usually spent watching a bit of TV, mostly crime shows. I have little tolerance for TV comedies since I seldom find them funny. Mostly they bore me. There were go to channels that avoided this and I could watch re-runs of my favorite shows but they've fallen victim to comedies that don't seem funny to me. Or reality type shows that leave me cold though I will admit to looking in on food shows during commercials. I don't like commercials.

Meander 3 - Having spent so much time editing my WIP has fallen off the grid for a bit. I want to type in the rest of the chapters before I start this next to last draft where there's a good deal of re-writing. Not sure that will happen. I'm plotting out a new story for the Cancer heroine series but this one may be longer than the other ones. But I think it will be a better, stronger story. We will see.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sunday Series - More on Katherine Miller's Adventures - The Midas Murders #MFRWauthor


After the murder at the church, Katherine feels a bit of guilt and happily accepts her friend Lars' invitation to visit him in Santa Fe. He is winding down his business and is recovering from the death of his daughter-in-law. On her arrival, she rents a car and drives to Santa Fe. But Lars isn't there and no one knows where he can be found. She waits with his son and granddaughter for a time and finally goes to bed. The phone rings and she answers. It's Lars. After calling a cab, she goes to the hospital to bring him home. He has no idea what has happened.

Thus begins the development of the romance that will end in book 5. Part of the reason I chose Santa Fe for an escape for Katherine was a visit I made. A week there was wonderful. The scenery and the food were such a fun experience.

For Katherine this is a turning point in her life. At sixty-five, she's ready not to be alone and Lars has been her friend for years. Only his daughter, his youngest child kept them from marrying when both their spouses died. Solving who wanted Lars dead and who wanted him to vanish brings the pair to realize there can be a future for them.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Saturday's Excerpt from Awakened by the Minotaur by Erin Moore #MFRWauthor

Excerpt:
Jesus, the way she said his name. Why did her voice have to be so warm and inviting? He was having a hard time concentrating on his driving. He hadn’t expected this—her—when he’d agreed to drive an American tourist around. He’d been expecting someone older. Graying. Overweight. Not this gorgeous girl with hair the color of honey.

She was petite, trim, her ivory white skin liable to burn in the hot Greek sun. And then she’d smiled—what color were her eyes? Blue. Definitely blue. He had to think about it, because he hadn’t been really looking at her eyes. The first thing he’d noticed were her lean, shapely calves. Now in the car he was trying not to look down and watch her perfect legs cross and uncross next to him. And not to think of the way her dress had clung to her ripe breasts when she’d emerged into the heat from the airport.

She reminded him of orchids opening. No, not orchids; he was thinking of her opening to him, spreading those sweet white legs for him and showing him her pink petals.

He downshifted angrily. He could not be thinking about her this way. He was supposed to be her guide, for Christ’s sake. Just concentrating on what she was saying was difficult; he didn’t know how he was going to make it through the week with her. His hand grazed her leg as he shifted again. Oh, sweet gods, that smooth skin. The supple warmth beneath his palm had enflamed him, made him want to push her dress up around her waist and welcome her to Greece.

“Sorry,” he said instead.

“It’s okay.” She seemed to be implying that it was more than okay, her voice soft and sultry. Was that an invitation?

He grew hard at the thought and they were almost to the pension. He was going to have to get out and pretend like nothing was wrong. He reminded himself again that he was only supposed to be her guide. And that the rites were tonight. Someone else would be writhing beneath him, satisfying his growing hunger. But it wouldn’t—couldn’t—be the gorgeous American next to him.


Bio:
Erin writes sensuous paranormal romances set in exotic locales. Her latest book is a sexy minotaur shifter story in Crete.

A regular blogger for Marketing for Romance Writers and Heroes and Heartbreakers, she struggles to find time for writing her own. At home in Atlanta, she has two little paranormal beings as well as one unruly husband.

Look her up on www.AuthorErinMoore.com or, of course, on Twitter: @AuthorErinMoore.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Friday's How She Does It featuring Erin Moore "#MFRWauthor

We all know there are six elements of fiction. Who, What, When, Where, Why and How. I believe the first five lead to the sixth which for me is plot. What's your take on this?

            Totally agree. In a romance novel, we kind of know how it’s going to end. So it’s really all about the journey. How do we make our reader feel as if they can relate to these characters, even if they aren’t anything like them in real life? How can we make our characters different and unique?


1.       How do you create your characters? Do you have a specific method?

The setting, both time and place, always comes first for me, and then the characters develop from there.



2.       Do your characters come before the plot?
Most definitely. I mean, who they are as people sort of defines the plot and what sort of conflict they will have. For instance, in my latest book, Lara is very accomplished and bright, but she’s also always felt this strange lack in herself. And Teo, the hero, is really so stuck inside of his own issues – the whole “I’m a minotaur” thing, that he can’t see past that to accept how he feels about Lara. He also doesn’t believe that he can allow himself to get close to anyone else after what happened to his fiancée. So a lot going on for the two of them even before I started thinking about plot. I just knew there would be some sort of rites and a dark past for Teo.


3.       Do you know how the story will end before you begin? In a general way or a specific one?
In a very general way. I sort of envision that last scene – you know, the big “I love you, stay with me” one, sort of like a movie in my head, and that helps me to see where the characters have to get to.
   

4.       Do you choose settings you know or do you have books of settings and plans of houses sitting around?
Sort of both. For instance, in “Minotaur”, I’ve been to Greece (and loved it!), but I still had to research Crete to nail down the details. There are so many places that I want to set a story in that I find it hard to choose just one.


5.       Where do you do your research? On line or from books?
Both. For images, nothing beats Google Images. But for sense of place, any type of books help – novels, non-fiction, guide books.


6.       Are you a draft writer or do you revise as you go along and why? Do you sketch out your plot or do you let the characters develop the route to the end?
The one time I really tried to outline my plot, I ended up chucking the novel about halfway through. So I have gone back to just revising as I go, even though I know it’s taking more time. And, while I definitely have an end in mind, sometimes in the midst of a conversation my characters end up really surprising me with something they say. So I just let that develop.


Blurb:


When man becomes minotaur, dark passion takes hold…
Lara Castille always plays it safe in both love and life. But when she arrives on vacation in Crete, she is determined to enjoy herself. Old habits die hard, though. Drawn to her tour guide, the enigmatic and sexy Teo Lambros, she cannot let down her guard—until she takes part in the ancient and sensual rites at the ruins of Knossos. She dreams of the minotaur who takes her upon the altar, and wonders if it could be Teo who brought her to ecstasy.
A gray haze clouds Teo’s memory of the rites; he knows only that the bull has chosen him for his own. He fears that the land will once again need a sacrifice, as it did when it claimed his fiancée the year before. Though he cannot deny his need for Lara, he knows that protecting her from his desire is the only way to keep her safe.
As the island’s magic demands everything they have, Lara and Teo must discover what’s real and what’s imagined if they’re to survive the passionate sexuality that draws them together…
Excerpt:
Jesus, the way she said his name. Why did her voice have to be so warm and inviting? He was having a hard time concentrating on his driving. He hadn’t expected this—her—when he’d agreed to drive an American tourist around. He’d been expecting someone older. Graying. Overweight. Not this gorgeous girl with hair the color of honey.

She was petite, trim, her ivory white skin liable to burn in the hot Greek sun. And then she’d smiled—what color were her eyes? Blue. Definitely blue. He had to think about it, because he hadn’t been really looking at her eyes. The first thing he’d noticed were her lean, shapely calves. Now in the car he was trying not to look down and watch her perfect legs cross and uncross next to him. And not to think of the way her dress had clung to her ripe breasts when she’d emerged into the heat from the airport.

She reminded him of orchids opening. No, not orchids; he was thinking of her opening to him, spreading those sweet white legs for him and showing him her pink petals.

He downshifted angrily. He could not be thinking about her this way. He was supposed to be her guide, for Christ’s sake. Just concentrating on what she was saying was difficult; he didn’t know how he was going to make it through the week with her. His hand grazed her leg as he shifted again. Oh, sweet gods, that smooth skin. The supple warmth beneath his palm had enflamed him, made him want to push her dress up around her waist and welcome her to Greece.

“Sorry,” he said instead.

“It’s okay.” She seemed to be implying that it was more than okay, her voice soft and sultry. Was that an invitation?

He grew hard at the thought and they were almost to the pension. He was going to have to get out and pretend like nothing was wrong. He reminded himself again that he was only supposed to be her guide. And that the rites were tonight. Someone else would be writhing beneath him, satisfying his growing hunger. But it wouldn’t—couldn’t—be the gorgeous American next to him.


Bio:
Erin writes sensuous paranormal romances set in exotic locales. Her latest book is a sexy minotaur shifter story in Crete.

A regular blogger for Marketing for Romance Writers and Heroes and Heartbreakers, she struggles to find time for writing her own. At home in Atlanta, she has two little paranormal beings as well as one unruly husband.

Look her up on www.AuthorErinMoore.com or, of course, on Twitter: @AuthorErinMoore.