Friday, March 27, 2015

Friday - New Release- Temple of Fyre

Since my guest didn't send her material, I'll take today to write about Temple of Fyre first in the Island of Fyre series.

Driven from the Temple, stoned, and left for dead when she defies the High Priestess Malera, Ria’s one thought is to find a way to stop the woman’s evil reign of terror.

To succeed she needs Ari, the Seeker who rescued her. Ari teaches her the way to build fire within and bonds with her body to body…and then seeks her heart.

I began the book when asked to write a book with fire as a central theme. While mulling over the story as I was headed for bed, I came up with the idea of fyrestones. Suddenly I thought of the colors of fire. Yellow, orange, red, white and occasionally blue are seen in a flame. Thus the stones had a color. I moved on to deciding on their power and strength. The heroine came next and during the writing of the book the hero appeared. Ria and Ari are the hero and heroine. His name came first and then for hers I rearranged the letters. Only one of my critique partners caught this subtle play on words. Since my hero and heroine must bond in body, heart and spirit I thought this was appropriate.


    Just re-released. Fantasy romance

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Thursday's Heroine - Maria from Melodic Dreams #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLove #Romance

To the sounds of her nephew banging notes on a xylophone, Maria emptied the last box of kitchenware she’d found at the thrift shop less than a block from the apartment complex. She paused and laughed. She knew that song, the theme from Jeopardy, her mother’s favorite program.
She drew a deep breath. So much to do to make this one bedroom apartment into a home for her four year old nephew. Beds to make, clothes to unpack. She needed to buy curtains to cover the blinds and add color to the ecru walls. She’d been fortunate. The woman from the Human Resources Department at Fern Lake General had found this place.
Last night, she and Jamie had slept on the green carpet in the living room pretending to be camping. This morning the furniture and other purchases from the thrift shop had been delivered.
Jamie finished his rendition with a sweep of the hammer over the keys. She leaned against the counter and loaded their bowls from lunch into the dishwasher.
Maria drew a deep breath. Inside, she quivered with tension she refused to allow to show. She must succeed.
Enough dawdling. There was a man she needed to see. Her gut clenched.
“Jamie, put your toys away. We’re going to see your father.” And pray the man agrees to pay for Jamie’s pre-school while she worked. Two weeks from today, she started at the local hospital as an occupational therapist.
“Will he like me?” Jamie asked.
She hated the worry in the boy’s voice and in his brilliant green eyes. She ruffled his dark curls. “What’s not to like?”
“He never came to see me.”
Maria sucked in a breath. She could have tried to locate the man years ago, but her mother had been adamantly opposed. “He didn’t know about you. Nana didn’t know his last name.” Maria brushed hair from her face. They could have learned. She couldn’t tell Jamie about his grandmother’s anger. Guilt curled in her thoughts.
Jamie looked up. “How did you know?”
“When we were packing to sell Nana’s house, I found some papers in a suitcase your mama left. I saw his name and looked for him.”
Jamie nodded. “Uncle Carlo said my mama runned away ‘cause my dad was mean.” His eyes widened.
She put her fingers on his lips. “What does Uncle Carlo know?”
“Just TV and beer.”
Maria popped toys in her huge bag and walked to the door. They rode the elevator to the semi-enclosed parking area and her battered ten year old blue sedan. She fastened Jamie into his booster seat.
Twenty minutes later with only one wrong turn, she pulled into the U-shaped driveway leading to a huge house at the top of the rise. She rehearsed what she planned to say when she saw Jamie’s father. She swallowed against a lump in her throat. How would he react when she handed him the folder with her reasons for being in Fern Lake?
“Is that the house?” Jamie pointed up the hill. “Looks like a castle.”
She agreed. The gray stone building rose three stories above the ground. Shrubbery lined both sides of the driveway. She turned in her seat and winked at her nephew. “Maybe we’ll meet a prince.” Or an ogre, she added silently.
“Don’t want to stay here. Want to live with you.”
His shrill voice fear that she needed to change. She touched his hand. “You will. I’m your guardian.” Except for the widened emerald green eyes, he looked like his mother without her selfish nature. “We need your dad’s help to pay for your pre-school while I work.”
Maria hoped for more than financial aid but she couldn’t tell Jamie she wanted his father in his life. Jamie needed a man, someone more honorable than her brother. She wanted Jay Lockley to spend time with his son. She’d always thought not looking for him had been unfair but she’d been unable to fight her mother and start a search in the days after the accident. Then, college had absorbed her time. Would the man understand?
Maria sighed. If Jay Lockley spent time with Jamie, she could focus on her new career. Was she selfish to want time for herself? Since her sister’s death, Jamie had been her responsibility. And her joy. Though her mother had watched her grandson while Maria attended college and worked, most of her spare time had been spent with the child.
Drawing a deep breath filled with hope and determination, she put the sedan in gear and followed the driveway to the circle at the top where she parked. Would the man living here spend time with Jamie? Sometimes, the burden felt as heavy as holding the world on her shoulders.
Anger at herself bubbled like mud in a hot spring. Don’t think that way. Jamie was her delight. Bright, curious and in need of more than she could provide.
Thoughts of her brother’s greed and habit of taking more than his share arose. Her hands curled into fists. Carlo had claimed two thirds of the money from the sale of the house.
“She owed me. Borrowed money a dozen times to provide for you and the brat.”
Without proof, she’d been unable to show his assertions were false.
Her share of the money had kept her and Jamie solvent while she finished her degree. There’d been enough money left to last until her first paycheck from the hospital arrived. While calculating she’d forgotten the need for child care. Thus this visit.
Move, she ordered. Her gut churned. What if Jay Lockley refused to acknowledge his son? What if he was the selfish driven man Delores had cursed? Six months in hell, her sister had said. Six months when her career had floundered. Sure her husband had written the music for a hit Broadway show but little had come her way.
Lies or truth? Maria’s hands tightened. If he wouldn’t help her, she would find a way to make the venture work. She always had. She’d spent hours in the library searching for Jay Lockley. After learning he lived in Fern Lake, she’d decided to find a job nearby. The staffing agency found the opening in her specialty with a chance the position would become permanent.
Maria opened the car door and freed Jamie. He wrapped his arms around her neck. “I’m scared.”
So was she but she couldn’t let him know. She lowered him to the ground. “You’re too heavy to carry.” She pulled her bag and the folder from the passenger’s seat.
Jamie yanked on her hand. “This is a big house.”
“Sure is.”
Up close the gray stone building made her feel small. The place was so different from the three bedroom house where she’d grown up.
Jamie darted away. “Look. There’s a garden with flowers and a kitty.” He paused at the gate.
Maria chased him. A trellis just beyond the gate would soon be filled with blooming roses. She caught his hand. “Maybe we can look at the garden later.”
“Listen.” Wonder filled his eyes.
Music flowed from the open French Doors across the garden. The melody, though unfamiliar, had a rich and sensuous line making her sigh. Without a warning the song ended in a series of crashing notes. Maria’s grasp on Jamie’s hand tightened. What did the stormy cacophony mean? Anger? Frustration?
When she tugged him from the gate, Jamie looked up. “Could we wait to see if there’s more music? I like the sounds.”
“I know you do. When we return to the apartment I’ll put your keyboard together.”
He frowned. “Don’t have enough keys to make music like that.” His grin warmed her. Music had always fascinated him. Even as an infant his hands or feet had beat in time to the music he heard. What had given him the talent? Not from Delores. He’d never been interested in singing only in making musical sounds.
Ten years ago, Delores had left home and headed to New York City. She’d believed she would make a splash in the music world, especially on Broadway. She’d written about her nightclub act. Then, an angry and pregnant woman had returned. Her nasty remarks about the man she’d married had made the Russo family angry. Even Maria had believed until her discovery in the attic.
Maria walked up the steps and faced a massive wooden door. She rang the bell. Jamie danced from foot to foot. When no one answered she rang a second time. Her foot beat an impatient rhythm against the stone landing. Why was there no answer? Did Jamie’s father live alone in this imposing place? Where was the butler…or a maid? Her shoulders tensed. Other than the nasty things her sister had said and the information she’d read on the internet, what did she know about him?
As she reached to ring the bell a third time, the door opened. Maria stared at the man framed in the doorway. He was more handsome than the pictures she’d seen. Broad shoulders. Glowering. His shaggy blond hair added to his dangerous look. The rumpled shirt and slacks added to her impression. Brilliant green eyes held anger.
“What do you want?” he snapped.
Jamie squeezed her hand. “Don’t like him. He’s sour.”
She nearly laughed. Her mother had said that when Jamie had a tantrum. Though Maria’s body hummed with a desire to smooth the scowling mouth, she couldn’t. Touching him would be the wrong approach. She’d come for his help, nothing more.


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Wednesday's Writer's Tip - Creating Suspense #MFRWauthor


The element of suspense is what drives a story forward. Once there is no question to be answered the story is over. We've all read stories that seem flat and nothing impels is to read onward. In From First Draft to Finished Novel, Karen Wiesner gives tips to keep this kind of suspense flowing forward.

Doubt is one such way. This can bring a conflict between characters. Doubt erodes trust. Did he or didn't he makes the other character wonder and perhsps fear. So thread doubt between your main characters.

Contrast your main characters in personality. Out-going versus stay at home and the suspense builds.

Pace your story. Feed little hints but don't rush to reach the end or you'll leave your readers wanting. Someone once told me a story is as long as it needs to be. Here's where your pacing comes about. Many years ago, I sent off what I thought was a short story. The editor sent back this comment. "This sounds like the synopsis of a novel." The story was rushed and underdeveloped. That sent me to learn how to write a novel.

Foreshadowing is the dropping of little hints about what could or could not happen ast he story unfolds. Just remember not to hit the reader too hard with the mist of what is to come. Things like If she had only known her friend wanted her dead will give too much away. Something like What did the odd look in Mary's eyes mean? Mary pulled ehr into a hug. "It's so good to see you." The hint is there but the reader won't think of that until later as the clues build and build.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Tuesday's Inspiration based on an essay by Faith Baldwin #MFRWauthor


The first thing that struck me has nothing ot do with Ms. Baldwin's writing but that she was born in New Rochelle just across the river from where I life. She was a prolific writer of short stories and novels.

"A writer is lucky.He can set down a problem and solve it to, he hopes, the satisfaction of an editor or a reader."

To me this doesn't necessarily mean the "happy ending." I write in several genres and sometimes the ending is satisfactory to me but not the traditional happy ever after. Several of my stories have endings that may not be what the reader expects as happy ever after. They aren't even happy for now. But considering the characters, the world and what I'm aiming for the ending is satisfactory. Reviewers have commented on this at least once, with a warning to the reader that the ending while satisfactory might not satisfy every reader.

So we come to this point. An ending doesn't have to be happy, or even happy for now. The ending must consider the state of the characters and what satisfies them. So craft your endings in a way that brings the reader to nod and say I can see why the story ended that way.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLove


Not a Meander- Temple of Fyre was released today.

Meander 1 - Spring is here but on the first day of spring we had snow. Bah humbug was my thought. Snow on this day wasn't fun for me. The weather was a plus for my teenage Florida granddaughter. She has never seen snow. She visited in December but we had no snow then. Watching her play in the snow was fun. She enjoyed her time with her younger cousins. So the snow was great for someone and I was able to do my errands before the storm began.

Meander 2 - Enjoying my Kindle Paperwhite. It's nice to read a book and then be able to review it immediately. I'm not the greatest reviewer in the world. I find it hard to put down the few words needed but I managed to do it this time.

Meander 3 - Writing is moving ahead. The rough draft of Divided Dreams is done and I've begun the revisions. Sure hope to finish it before too long. I'm also typing and correcting two rights back books. One I want to change the table and make it part of a series. Problem is my current publisher has the third of these books already and this probably means I have to re-do that one and see what things I must add like computers and cell phones. The second doesn't need much except removing a lot of dashes. Would like to have them done before long but with limited time who knows,

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sunday's Book - Pursuing Dr. West by Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLove


Pursuing Dr. West

Michael West MD has a five year plan before he can consider making a commitment. He’s happy dating women who have no desire for a long-term affair. Encountering Zelda, the pest, the menace, the little girl next door who has impacted his life makes him want to run. She managed to ruin his senior prom and sent several of his dates running. Now she’s grown and the nurse manager of the surgical unit where he will see her every day. What’s a doctor to do but run?

Zelda has loved Michael for year. She knows of the odd accidents her presence has caused him. After an encounter in the condo swimming pool, the accidents become hers but she refuses to give up her quest. The problem is his dating system. He seems to be on an alphabetical quest. He’s just met G and she’s Z. Can she find a way to turn his thoughts to her or must she give up her pursuit?

Review

5.0 out of 5 stars Fun Humorous Medical Romance March 16, 2015
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Janet Lane-Walters once again delivers an humorous fun loving romance. Zelda met Michael West at the age of six when he moved in next door. She decided then and there she was going to marry him when she grows up. Fast forward a number of year and Michael has finished med school and moved back to his home town, joining the hospital Zelda works for. To make matters worse, Michael unknowingly moves right next door to Zelda. Even though he claims to want to avoid the troublesome, bad luck Zelda seems to bring with her, they keep finding themselves together in awarkard and funny situations. Once Zelda decideds she's never going to land the guy of her dreams and makes plans to move to another state, Michael comes to his senses and goes after her.

  Pursuing Doctor West

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Saturday's Blurbs - Books by Juli D. Revezzo #MFRWauthor

Changling's Crown

This is a work of Upper YA/New Adult fantasy romance.

When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she's finally been given a chance to redeem herself...but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.

But why?

Worse, she definitely doesn't need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.

Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he's been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell's about to break loose on his watch, he can't resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?

Murder upon a Midnight Clear

'Tis the season ... for death.

Murder reminds Detective Helene Collias of Holly PD that crime doesn't respect holidays. And the last victim she ever expected to find in her case files is the sister of her old flame, Sean Grant. Ordinarily, Helene's psychic gifts give her an edge but this time, that gift has short-circuited. Could her lingering attraction to Sean be blurring her abilities, or is something more sinister at work?

Caitlan's Book of Shadows

Though their fame became legend, a rumor cropped up about the Fulmer family: Something terrifying stalked Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin's long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare? Why she thought herself a witch?

What will the holidays hold for Caitlin? Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and hopes for each new year.

Includes samples of The Artist's Inheritance, Antique Magic Book One, and the second volume, Drawing Down the Shades. **This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic Series. Book 3 is forthcoming.

House of Cards

Can you gamble with Fate?

A young nobleman escapes the Reign of Terror in 18th century France to find himself dragged into an even worse fate–a hellish underworld wherein he is cajoled and put on trial by a demon tribunal for crimes he never committed. Can he thwart his fate, one worse than the guillotine?