Sunday, April 26, 2015

Sunday's Book - Toth's Priest by Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLove



Amara faces trouble and she uses a phone number given to her by a friend who has vanished. When she is offered the chance to be sent to an ancient Egypt, she accepts even though she must perform a task and risk losing her life. But here, she faces the same fate. She arrives and there is much she must learn before she can rescue a young man held by the priests of Aken Re.

Namose was taken prisoner by Hebu, beloved of Aken Re, and forced to translate ancient scrolls giving Hebu some of the powers given to the priests of Toth by the Three of the Two Lands, Toth, Bast and Horu. After his rescue, further troubles arise. He and Amara must join their powers to save their land and friends from the evil Hebu. 
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Format:Kindle Edition
In her contemporary life, Amaa is an orphan, raised grudgingly by her uncle and threatened with rape by two men. When given a chance by two women skilled in magic to travel back in time to ancient Egypt, she accepts.
Namose wants to become a priest of the god Toth but is captured and forced to follow the dictates of an alien god and to translate scrolls of that god.
"Toth's Priest" tells of Amara's and Namose's adventures and growing love for each other. This book was obviously well-researched and is full of action. For those reasons, I gave it a 5 star rating. However, the sentences didn't show much variation and often read monotonously. I would have liked to see a bit more narrative interspersed with the dialogue.
Neverlheless, this is a great adventure and worthwhile read.
4.0 out of 5 stars End of the Series February 13, 2015
Format:Kindle Edition
A teen age girl in desperate circumstances flees into an alternate past, hoping to find a better life. Here she steps into another, just as dangerous, world, one of magicians, rival gods and spell-casting. This is the final book in a YA series set in an alternate past—Ancient Egypt. There is plenty of action, brave young characters, twists and turns, all set in well-researched ancient setting. Egypt, all by itself, is sufficiently interesting for many readers, but here the “alternate” adds a bit more spice

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Saturday's Blurbs - Books by Alanna Lucas

A masquerade, a chance meeting, and a kidnapping: Little did Miss Penelope Ashurst realize that breaking the rules would result in the adventure—and love—of a lifetime.

UNSEEN



Miss Eva Kenward left England with a dream, but when she finds herself stranded on the rugged frontier of Montana with a babe in arms, only one man—a handsome cowboy—can make that holiday wish come true.


HOLIDAY SURPRISES

Miss Eva Kenward does not want to spend another Christmas alone. Leaving Queen Victoria’s England, she journeys to America in search of an uncle but finds herself on the rugged frontier of Montana. And with no money and no acquaintances, the rudest man she has ever met is the one she must engage. Especially considering the precious bundle in her arms.

“Hunt” Strauss has been fooled before by beauty. So when the ravishing young woman arrives on his doorstep, he suspects her of ulterior motives. But perhaps the baby she holds truly is his kin...and when Miss Kenward finds herself stranded after a hotel fire, he reluctantly agrees to help. Bringing her to his sprawling ranch, Hunt tries to keep his distance. But the enticing woman and her enthusiasm for the season soon prove that fairy tale love stories—and holiday wishes—really can come true.     





Trust, patience, and mistletoe must overcome a forced marriage, dark secrets, and a looming shadow that threatens all chance of Faith finding love with the Marquess of Hawthorne.



Holiday Wish

Marcus, the Marquess of Hawthorne, vowed never to fall in love. He should have vowed never to marry. Caught in a compromising situation, he’s been forced to wed the young woman he was trying to rescue. Beautiful? Yes. But his new bride’s apprehensions seem worse than his own, and as family and friends arrive at Deer Park to celebrate Christmastide, all he wants is for Faith to play the part of a happy wife and hostess.

She will not, however—or cannot. And when she commits yet another desperate act, this time with disastrous results, Marcus must save Faith once again. Now he must discover what drives her, what dark secrets keep her unable to trust or love, and what she truly desires. Only then will they, with the magic of mistletoe, overcome the pasts and taste the delights of the season.


One night. That’s all Miss Penelope Ashurst wants away from the strict decorum of Regency society. Donning a mask and attending a forbidden masquerade, she meets the man of her dreams. Then, before she discovers his identity, she is kidnapped.

UNTASTED
From their first encounter, his goddess in a golden mask stirs a deep and different longing within Ranulph, the Earl of Monfort. When she disappears, he vows he will find her no matter the cost.

UNSTOPPABLE
Soon it’s a race against time, and the kidnappers are just the start. Penelope and Ranulph’s very lives are in jeopardy. Before the end, everything will be stripped away, and Penelope and Ranulph will be more than just face-to-face. But this is true love, and nothing will stop it.


Nigel Rochefort succeeds at everything he attempts, but burying his family in scandal and breaking up a wedding while seducing the bride is not quite what he had in mind. Nor was finding true love.


STEP BY STEP
Miss Artemisia Germayne is used to gossip. She is far from the ton’s version of an ideal beauty. Worse still, she cannot dance. But when she finds herself in the uncomfortable predicament of abandonment on her wedding day, embarrassed and humiliated she retreats to the country.

Nigel Rochefort, second son of the Earl of Monfort, has always taken his good fortune for granted, so when the woman for whom he has a secret tendre is about to marry his friend, the only logical thing to do is break up the wedding. But that scandal is only the start. The bride’s sister has also disappeared, and Nigel must first clear his name to assure Artemisia’s affections. As he gives chase, many truths are yet to be learned. This is no simple country dance or game of seduction but an unstoppable waltz of desire—and true love.





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Friday, April 24, 2015

Friday - Alanna Lucas Talking About Heroes, Heroines and Villains

. Do you write a single genre or do your fingers flow over the keys creating tales in many forms? Does your reading choices reflect your writing choices? Are there genres you wouldn’t attempt?

I write what I love to read- Regency and Western historical romance. I would never attempt to write romantic suspense or paranormal. I would probably scare myself ;-)
 
2. Heroes, Heroines, Villains. Which are your favorite to write? Does one of these come easy and why?

It depends on the story. For the most part, I seem to connect more with my heroines. Now having said that, I am in the midst of planning a series that really seems to be all about the hero.
 
3. Heroes. How do you find them? Do pictures, real life or plain imagination create the man you want every reader to love? Do they come before the plot or after you have the idea for the story?

I don't find my heroes, they come to me, usually while listening to music. A song sparks an idea and then, every time I hear that song, the story unfolds a little more. One of my heroes has declared Monster by Imagine Dragons his theme song.
 
4. Heroines. How do you find them? Do pictures, real life or imagination create the woman you want the reader to root for? Do they appear before the plot or after you have the idea for the story?

Elements of real life influence the heroines I create, but my imagination is the main culprit. I tend to not write a lot in the beginning stages, instead I get to know them in my mind. 
 
5. Villains or villainesses or an antagonist, since they don’t always have to be the bad guy or girl. They can be a person opposed to the hero’s or heroine’s obtaining their goal. How do you choose one? How do you make them human?

They tend reveal themselves as the story unfolds. My current antagonist was very sweet and amiable, and then one day she lost her temper and revealed her true colors. It was quite fun ;-)
 
6. What is your latest release? Who is the hero, heroine and or the villain?

Mistletoe Waltz was released last November. Lord and Lady Hawthorne- the hero and heroine- were forced into marriage by her father- the villain- in order to avoid scandal.
 
7. What are you working on now?
 
I am working on Wish Upon a Waltz, the fifth book in the In His Arms series.

8. How can people find you?
            Website  www.alannalucas.com
           
            Blog

            Twitter         https://twitter.com/alannalucas27  

            Facebook    https://www.facebook.com/alannalucas27  

   

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Thursday's Heroine is Carrie from A Marriage Takes Two #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLove

Two hours of pep talks, a dozen whispered mantras, and five sets of calming breaths, failed to settle Carrie Graham’s acute case of nerves. Get a grip, she told herself. She was going to see Tony, childhood defender, teenage ego booster, and the one person who’d always listened. Besides, she’d already eliminated every other candidate for the position.

Who are you kidding?

Myself?

From the moment she’d been presented with her current dilemma, he was the only possibility. All she had to do was convince him… But could she?  Sure Tony listened, but he didn’t talk about his problems, or his feelings.

The fading light of dusk made her slow the car in order to read the street signs. She’d planned to leave the apartment at noon, but the short nap after her night shift stretched until late afternoon.
She made the final turn into Fourth Street in a small West Virginia town established in the days when coal mining dominated the area. She shook her head. Rundown houses and boarded storefronts were the norm along the town’s main street. Why was Tony practicing medicine in this end-of-the-road place?

She hadn’t seen him for years, not since several months after his marriage, an event that had shaken her life. His wife hadn’t understood the friendship, or Tony and Carrie’s mutual interest in medical mysteries. With a flash of anger, Carrie recalled the night that woman stormed into the hospital cafeteria and spewed jealous accusations.

Carrie’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. She’d been embarrassed, hurt, and angry enough that she’d walked away from her best friend.

She’d heard rumors Tony’s wife had taken off for greener pastures. At least that’s what the hometown gossips said. Not that Carrie believed in gossip, especially after the news of her inheritance brought the tongue-waggers out in force.

She slowed the car to a crawl. Waves of panic lashed against her momentary calm. The place in her head where she’d filed his address was empty. She braked. The paper with the directions fluttered from the dashboard. She bent and grabbed them.

One glance was enough to retrieve the forgotten data. She eased off the brake and cruised the street. Half the houses were missing numbers. What now? Then at the foot of the dead end street, she saw the ones she’d memorized displayed in shiny brass on a massive gray house that looked like the setting for a Gothic novel.

A broad lawn fronted the house. The tailored grass stood in contrast to the tangles on either side.
“This is the place.” She gulped a breath.

After parking at the curb, she slowly released a held breath. She strode up the walk and onto the wide porch. Muffled shouts and noises came from inside. She rang the bell. What sounded like a slammed door nearly sent her back to the car. Who was staging a major temper tantrum?  She thought Tony lived alone.

She rang the bell again, this time holding it for several peals. The door opened and she forgot why she’d come. She forgot to breathe. Her eyes widened and her heart pounded in a staccato rhythm until she thought her ribs would crack.

He was more than she remembered.

Are you sure you want to be here?

“Tony.” His name escaped on a sigh. She felt like a teenager come face to face with the latest movie hero. This was the man she planned to ask…She changed her mind. Time to retreat. The plan wouldn’t work, not with the things he made her feel, and what he made her want.

“Carrie...Oh lord, it’s been ages. What are you doing here?  You look terrific.”

She did?  He must be blind. Even her coworkers had made comments about the deep smudges beneath her eyes. Most days, she felt as though she was suffering from terminal exhaustion.

“Come in.” He took her hand.

Exhaustion vanished. He’d always made her feet great, but this instant tonic-effect startled her. Coming to see him had grown corners she couldn’t see around.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He drew her inside. “What brings you to town?”

She wanted to tell him, but the words caught in her throat. “Would you believe I was in the neighborhood?

Tony laughed. “No.”

She inhaled and the spicy scent of him invaded her space. “I came...” She couldn’t finish the sentence. He’d been her hero, her prince, her fantasy lover. In the flesh, he relegated those images to black and white.

“I bet you came to apply for the nursing position at the clinic.” He steered her down a hall that needed paint into a large living room. “Did you get lost on the way there?  Unfortunately, I’m not the one you need to see.”

She shook her head. “Another job is the last thing I need. I already have two.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “Necessity.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s a long story.” She sighed. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“What’s wrong? Sounds like you need a shoulder.”

The entire body, she thought. “You could say...It’s like this...I have a problem that needs a solution...It’s sort of...” Her throat closed. Maybe she should leave. Go home. Forget the plan. Find a new one. Except, he was her first, last, and only choice.

“Be glad to listen.” He patted her hand. “Are you saying in all these years, you haven’t found anyone else to listen?

I haven’t looked, she thought. There couldn’t be a replacement for Tony. She couldn’t tell him that. “I thought...Maybe you can help.”

“Be glad to try. Go ahead.”

A crash resounded. Carrie jumped. “I think you’re the one with the problem.”

“You could say that.” Tony rolled his eyes upward. “My son’s protesting his punishment for his latest series of pranks. He’s grounded with no TV and no phone.”

“What did he do?” She sat on one end of a shabby brown couch.

“Do you really want to know?”

She nodded. Hearing about Tony’s problems could give her time to gather her courage.

He slumped beside her. “He glued the sitter’s clothes together. She left in a huff.”

“Don’t blame her.” Carrie frowned. “I thought your son lived with his mother.”

“He did until July. She’s remarried…to one of the Brinkers. She and her new husband are on a world cruise honeymoon. They didn’t take Chad.”

His blue eyes were bleak. Was his pain for his son or himself? How badly had his failed marriage hurt him?  “Are you all right with the idea?”

He shrugged. “I’ve mixed feelings.”

His expression showed hurt and anger, not ones she’d consider mixed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s great having Chad here, but he’s angry about the divorce, about living here, about his mother’s new husband. Wasn’t a great summer. Even with him in school, there are problems.”

“Maybe I can help.”

“Don’t know how.” He winked. “I’m not without experience in dealing with angry kids.

“Remember…”

“Yes, and don’t even mention the first time we met.”

“Or my black eye? Lord, it’s great to see you again. Why don’t you tell me why you came all this way?”

She ran her tongue over dry lips. She searched for an answer and couldn’t find one he would believe. If she asked him, he would think she was crazy.

Good grief, my thoughts are scrambled. He is too…too… male.

And your feelings for him haven’t changed.

“Carrie.”

The demand in his voice made her feel like a child facing an adult. “It’s...” What sounded like glass shattering brought her to her feet.

Chad!”

Saved, she thought. “Don’t you think you’d better see what he’s doing before he trashes the house?”

He raked his ebony curls with his fingers. “You’re right.” He headed to the door. “Promise you’ll stay ‘til I settle him. Then we’ll talk.”

“I’ll be here.”

She sank against the cushions. Maybe he would need the entire evening to deal with his son. This visit was an act of desperation. After all, it had been years. Maybe he’d changed.

She looked around the sparsely furnished living room. Most of the pieces looked like refugees from second-hand stores. What had gone wrong for him? He’d been on the fast track. He’d entered practice with one of the largest medical groups in Pittsburgh. From some of her classmates, she’d heard how wonderful he was, what a caring doctor he’d become, and how loyal he’d been to his wife and child. Had the end of his marriage caused him to turn his back on success? She hadn’t heard, and she hadn’t asked until two months ago. Her jobs had been in hospitals where he hadn’t been on staff.
The sound of a throat being cleared made her jump. A woman with streaks of gray in her brown hair stood in the doorway. Who? Carrie wondered. Hadn’t Tony said the sitter had quit?

“Dr. Flynn wondered if you would like something to drink?”

Carrie covered a yawn with her hand. “Coffee if you have some made. I’m Carrie Graham, an old friend of Tony’s.”

“Hazel Smithton, housekeeper, and reluctant sitter for a spell. Be right back.”

A short time later, Carrie sipped the strongest coffee she’d ever tasted. Two iced cinnamon rolls helped her swallow the bitter brew.

The hollow feeling in her stomach vanished, but the matching sensation in her chest expanded. She closed her eyes and planned explanations for the question she’d come to ask. No matter how she phrased her reasons, the words sounded like a desperate plea. Over the years, she’d learned begging never worked. Would this time be any different?


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Wednesday's Writer's Tip - The Basic Conflict #MFRWauthor


I'll be depending on one of the books I first bought when I was starrting to write novels. The pub date is old but the advice is good. I read a lot of writing books at the start and this is one of the three I kept.

The basic conflict is where the story begins and several things are needed to build the conflict.
The first is the protagonise. Now this can be a single person or there can be more than one. The protagonist is the main character or characters. In mysteries, this is usually the hero or heroine. In a romance both of the characters can be the protagonist. And there are other combinations showing who the main or focus character might be.

The environment is the second need to build the basic conflict. Environment is's just a setting with a house, a room or other places described. The environment  encompasses many subtle things. The environment is developed by looking at the social, moral and  cultural aspects of the place where you choose to set the book. There is a feeling to each environment in the book something that lies beneath the physical structures. I often write about hospitals and the atmosphere here is one of life and death and the way the characters relate to this atmosphere. My fantasy stories are the development of a world, one specific to the story. How the protagonists react to the environment begins the building of the basic conflict.

To set up this basic conflict the protagonist must be in conflict with his own environment or the one of others. I've finished revising a story where the heroine is a union nurse in a hospital that really needs a strong support for the patients and the nurses but this is becoming a hostile environment for her. The hero has come in. He is anti-union and thus he is in conflict with the heroine's environment. They must learn to work together.

So the next time we'll look at what some of the conflicts with environment can be.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Tuesday's Inspiration - Emotions and Attitudes #MFRWauthor


I found this quote from Richard Summers who wrote novels and short stories. "Probably the writer's emotions (synthetic or genuine ) and his attitude toward the writing craft in total are the most important single element in the creative process."

I had to ponder what this meant to me. I've always loved to read and at some point read many of the stories and novels that interested me. As a child, I read through the children's section of the library and grew a bit bored so I began making up my own stories. I told them to myself as I was falling asleep. Then came the day much later in my life when I decided to write and become a published author.

Now comes attitude and emotion. Of course I wanted to write literary works and I tried but I really don't like literary works, What I really liked are books like mysteries, fantasy, romance. My emotions were directly in this corner of the world. Giving up writing books aimed for the world was hard but as I started to write the kinds of books I really enjoy to read. Books with adventure, love and puzzles, I found myself returning to the time when I told myself stories to help me fall asleep at night.

These kind of stories suited me emotionally and I realized it didn't matter as my romances were published when someone asked "When are you going to write a real book?" My books were real to me.

What about you are you writing the books you love to read? Has your attitude changed from the first days when you began to write? Do you find writing not only satisfying but as an adventure and fun? For me they are.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor


Meander 1 - The air conditioner in the car has died. While I don't need it yet, summer is coming. I've finally persuaded the other half of the equation to agree to spend the money to have a new system installed. Though the car is 2003, a Pruis and looks as great as it did when first bought. This is the last car we'll own so we certainly need to have the air conditioning. Another battle won.

Meander 2 - Am finally digging out from under all the stuff in closing my husband's office. Spent a day sorting out a stack of mail. There is at least one more stack to go through. That will be for next year. Now I have to go through his old charts and pull out ones needed to send off. Will finish that soon.

Meander 3 - Writing is going slowly but well. Got covers for two of the nest series and they look good, Must print them out. Had a little snag since I can't find the cover for one of a trilogy. Typing as usual is behind but that will come. Just one plus to finish revising the second of the Opposites In Love Series, leaving three to write and I have then well in mind. Divided Dreams is moving along and should be finished in May.