Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Wednesday Seducing the Chef #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Chef #Food Magazine #Hudson Valley

Seducing the Chef (At First Sight Book 1) Kindle Edition

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BLURB:
Seducing the Chef - Allie Blakefield, editor of Good Eatin' wants to do a feature on Five Cuisines a restaurant across the river from NY City. Her father forbids the feature and won't say why. She's not one to sit back and be ruled by someone. She borrows a friend's apartment. 

While leaning over the balcony she sees a handsome dark haired man doing a Yoga routine. He looks up and she is struck by the Blakefield curse. Love at first sight. 

The pair start a hot and heavy romantic interlude. She visits the restaurant and is recognized by Greg, the chef's mother. The woman goes ballistic and the affair is broken. Can Allie learn what's going on and rescue her love?


July 11, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition

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Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Pacing in the Middle #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Pacing #Middle

The middle of the book is the longest part and the one where pacing is important. Going too slow will cause the reader to lose interest. Going too fast will confuse the reader. In both cases, the reader could be lost.

I read a lot of books for contests and one thing I've found is the writer is off to a good start and them bogs down in the middle. I find myself skip reading trying to find something interesting. I've also read books where there is so much action in the middle I feel breathless.

Pacing is the answer. I sortof look at the middle as being that part on a rollercoaster where the car goes up to a peak and then down and up again with each peak higher and each downward plunge varying in depth. This way the reader is pulled along and as the stakes are higher knows the end is in sight.

Always consider how much is happening without a break for the reader to take some breaths and also to gain curiosity as to what is coming next.

Make sure you're showing the advancing action rather than telling. There's nothing more boring to a reader than long passages of tell. Sure they're being informed about what's happening but they're being told, not shown and not being drawn into the action.

Another problem with pacing in the middle is repetitive scenes that go over and over with the same material. The reader may cry enough and toss the book aside. Each scene should advance the plot, show characterization or give information by showing not telling and not repeating what's already been said.

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Monday, December 10, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Poem #Writing #Nutcracker

Meander 1 - Poem - Tracings ---

Your fingers gently flowing
Velvet love tattoos.
Exploring patterns, tracings
Ever downward
Etching lace upon my body
Tracings to fulfillment
In a brocade of love.

Meander 2 - The Nutcracker
Always a magical moment. This year the seats were uncomfortable but the production magical. Three of my grandchildren performed in the event. All three are beautiful dancers.

Meander 3 - Writing
Working hard on my story but with all the interruptions at this time of year make me want to scream. Today it was the refrigerator's arrival. Other days, shopping for Christmas. I will get all this together.

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Sunday, December 9, 2018

Sunday's Book Horu's Chosen #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Alternate world #Ancient Egypt #Sword and sorcery

Horu's Chosen (An Alternate Egypt Book 2) Kindle Edition

Seth, an undercover cop has been betrayed by his handler. To escape he calls a number on a flyer and is transported to an ancient Egypt he doesn’t understand. He must rescue the Daughter from the evil priests of Aken Re.

Merin is the Daughter. She must find the man who by wedding her will become Pharaoh. She plots to escape the priests of Aken Re and flee to those who years ago saved her life.

Can Seth and Merin find a way to defeat the priests? Is love the answer to their problems? Can they join with the Warrior of Bast and of Horu to bring unity to the Two Lands?

RT Review
Following on the heels of The Warrior of Bast, this story is filled with magic and fascinating characters. Those interested in ancient Egypt will find this an enthralling tale. A satisfying ending is presented for the hero and heroine, with a promising lead-in to the next story.


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Saturday, December 8, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Eileen Charbonneau #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Historical #Code Talkers

Watch Over Me (Code Talker Chronicles Book 2)


  Code Talker Chronicles Book 2: Watch Over Me

It’s the summer of 1942 in New York City. War widow Kitty Charente’s night on the town with a man she thinks is her company’s visiting salesman turns into a hunting ground.  Luke Kayenta is a Navajo code talker, and a Nazi agent is in pursuit.  American isolationists are searching for Luke too.  And his superiors at the the U.S. Office of Strategic Services want to know if he’s cracked under torture in Spain. Kitty and Luke must evade capture from one enemy and death from another as they race from the Lower East Side to the Savoy Ballroom to Coney Island, aided by unlikely allies in the Canadian and French spy networks, a Harlem baker, and even Weegee, the city’s most famous tabloid photographer. 



Brides of the American Civil War Book 1: Seven Aprils

In April 1860, Dr. Ryder Cole returns home from his studies, sure of his abilities and on fire to serve his country and preserve the Union.  A panther attack threatens to cut his life short until a young woman with a rife and a sure-shot eye appears out of the mist.  Then she disappears, returning as Tom Boyde, his comrade throughout America’s Civil War, and as Diana, met in a Washington D.C. whore house.  The seven Aprils from 1860 to 1866 tell their tale of love and war, sex and friendship. And the price of crossing gender lines.



Brides of the American Civil War Book 2: Mercies of the Fallen

Maryland plantation heiress Ursula Kingsley is content with her secluded life in a convent.  Until the bloodiest day of the Civil War brings a downed soldier into her care.

Blinded Rowan Buckley only knows he’s in deep love with the woman who pulled him off the battlefield. His superiors claim she’s a spy. He knows she’s full of secrets, but he’s out to prove that treason is not one of them.

The two negotiate the crucial times of the Battle of Antietam, Gettysburg, and the New York City Draft Riots. Treachery from North and South, from friend and foe meet them at every crossroad. Will their love survive?


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Friday, December 7, 2018

Friday's Guest Eileen Charbonneau talking about Heroes, Heroines and Villains #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing

  1. Do you write a single genre or do your fingers flow over the keys creating tales in many forms?

So nice to be with you, Janet.  Your toughtful questions give me a good workout! I’m drawn to history and the idea of time traveling back to many eras. That interest opens up many more…romance, mystery, suspense, coming-of-age, adventure, alternative history…storytelling is all about “what if?”

Do your reading choices reflect your writing choices? 
Oh yes! I was brought up on the wonderful historical novels of Mary Renault, Thomas Costain, Winston Graham, Mary Stewart, and John Jakes, and I still love to learn history through a good historical novel.

Are there genres you wouldn’t attempt? 
Horror! I admire that genre’s bone-chilling effects, but life can be horrible enough, thank you!


2. Heroes, Heroines, Villains. Which are your favorite to write? 
As soon as I begin to understand a character, he or she becomes a favorite, helping me to tell the story. I’m interested in good people and how they face difficult choices and challenges. That means I HAVE to deal with villains, who are very challenging people for my protagonists AND me! 


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?

Where to find heroes? Wherever they dwell!  I am also open to good ideas from wherever they come.  When I start with a real person, my character on the page ends up being “inspired by” as he takes on a life of his own. 

He usually comes before plot, but his characterization expands as the story goes on. I find all kinds of strengths, weakness and I’m always open to surprises in action or dialogue that may set off the story in a new direction, if it proves interesting.



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?

My mom is the inspiration for Kitty Charante of the Code Talker Chronicles…she’s born the same year: 1919, and grows up in the same melting pot New York city neighborhood with a gaggle of colorful relatives, like mine.  But I give her an alternative history and imagine how she might have dealt with a different life and challenges than to ones she came through so beautifully.  My fictional Kitty retains my mom’s resilience…very good quality in a series set in World War II!




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?

When I received the wisdom that villains are the heroes of their own stories, that helped me in my quest to make them three dimentional.
Writing historical fiction helps in finding villains…in my novels they are usually people who did not stand on the right side of history, who did NOT believe that history’s arc bends toward justice, who in fact were trying to bend it in the other direction! They are usually guided by fear…fear of losing their status, their power, their place in the world by some change-minded upstart. My villains are often rigid in their beliefs and possibly wounded by something in their past. Often my heroes are wounded too, but his past inspires them toward reaching a world that’s better for all, whereas the villain wants his revenge on what did him wrong. 



6. What is your latest release? Who is the hero, heroine and or the villain?
My latest release begins a new series: Brides of the American Civil War. Book One is called Seven Aprils. The hero is Ryder, a privilidged Army Captain who is a doctor who learns a lot about healing, compassion, life and love as the war takes its toll.  My heroine is Tess, a backwoods woman who becomes Ryder’s assistant surgeon, lover, and friend as she splits herself into three personas…a crossing of gender lines that also takes its toll! The villain may be the Civil War itself, which in this story provides a scavaging hospital supply-stealer who wants revenge for being caught in the act, a band of renegade rebel troops who capture and brutalize Ryder, and a double agent who unmasks Tess and wants to cut her life and career as a Union spy short.



7. What are you working on now?
I am working on Book 2 of the Brides of the American Civil War.  It’s called Mercies of the Fallen.  In it an Irish immigrant Union Sergeant falls hard for his nurse after he’s wounded at the bloody Battle at Antietem. That’s before he learns that she is a nun, mistress of a Maryland plantation and is suspected of being a spy for the Southern cause.



8. How can people find you?
my website is eileencharbonneau.com
please follow me on my facebook page: Eileen Charbonneau Autor
and on twitter @EileenCharbonneau
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Thursday, December 6, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene from Bast's Warrior #MFRWAuthor #BWJPublishing #Fantasy #Alternate world #Egypt


Kashe sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the sky. Ever since the priests of Aken Re and the hawk from Horu had arrived he had felt restless. One night he’d managed to escape and find relief at his favorite beer house. Three wins at arm wrestling had eased his edginess. His problems remained. He had to leave the compound before this moon ended to escape being further enmeshed in his father’s plans. Something held him back. He wasn’t sure what loomed ahead but he hoped he would soon learn.
     The moon was a quarter full. The days until his father’s command must be obeyed oozed away. Kashe wore the Horu amulet and wondered why the remaining priest, his father and older brother had failed to see the medallion. Several times he had tried to inform the nomarch about being chosen by the god of the skies and discovered he couldn’t speak the words. Was there a reason? How would his father accept the news that his plans to rid himself of his troublesome son had failed?
     With a groan Kashe walked to the window and searched the sky for his unusual companion. Hawks were birds if the day but Horu Ka flew by night. Why was the avian different from others of its kind?
     Kashe studied the bundle he had prepared for a stealthy departure. He considered what weapons he should take when he left to find a temple of Horu. He intended to find one even if he had to travel to the delta.
      A whisper of wings and a harsh cry announced Horu Ka’s arrival. Kashe held his arm for the hawk to land. Instead the bird’s cry demanded action. Kashe slipped through the window. The avian flew toward the rear gate. Kashe followed.
     Just as they reached the edge of the village Horu Ka shot into the air. Kashe checked the area. What had caused the hawk to depart? A group of burly men swaggered from a beer house. He noticed one of them had a club. He searched for some way to avoid them. He had no desire for a fight. The gang surged forward.
     When they parted Kashe saw the reason for his uneasiness. Hebu, beloved of Aken Re, his father’s recent guest, walked with the men. Why?
     “That’s him,” the serpent-eyed priest shouted. “Bring him to the house on the waterfront where I’m staying. You will be rewarded.”
     So Hebu wasn’t content to wait until the moon ended. Did this man of the enemy have an agenda different from the other members of his priesthood? Kashe slid his knife from the sheath and prepared to fight.
     Hebu paused. “See that he arrives alive.”
     Though those words brought a lessening of Kashe’s tension, the odds against him were eight to one. Still he intended to fight. The first of the attackers sped toward him. Kashe waited until the man’s intentions were clear. He slashed with his knife and a line of blood appeared on the enemy’s chest. The man howled and retreated. Kashe moved to the side in an attempt to prevent being encircled. He ducked a swung club. The dodge saved him from a knife wielder. Instead of Kashe the club bashed the man with the knife.
     A cat yowled. An eerie shout answered. For a moment the attackers froze. A stranger kicked one of the enemies beneath the chin. An ally, Kashe thought. Another attacker charged the new arrival. In a blur the man flew through the air and slammed against the street. Kashe evaded a fist and dove forward. He connected with an attacker’s stomach. His ally faced another of the enemy and slashed the side of a hand against the man’s throat. Before long the eight river men sprawled on the ground.
     Kashe drew a deep breath and turned to thank his ally. He stepped over fallen bodies. “Don’t know who you are or where you came from but you have my thanks.”
     “No problem. You were in trouble.”
     His eyes widened. The new arrival was a tall beautiful woman. Her skin was a warm brown several shades darker than his. Black hair, clipped short, formed tight curls. Her eyes were as dark as night. Her gaze filled with desire.
     She strode toward him. Her eyes glittered and he saw her beaded nipples press against her breast band. His body responded to her scent. He was primed and she seemed willing.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Wednesday Toth's Priest #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Alternate world #Egypt

Toth's Priest (An Alternate Egypt Book 3) Kindle Edition

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Blurb:
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.



Excerpt:


“How can I help you?” a woman asked.
Amara drew a deep breath and said the words Seth had told her to say. “I need an escape. The answer lies in my stars.”
“You’ve reached the right place. Come and we’ll help you. This is our address.”
Amara repeated the street and number. “Which bus comes closest to you?” She listened carefully. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
With caution she crept down the metal ladder. Half-way down, one of the rusted rungs broke and a piece of metal clattered to the ground. She clung to the stairs until she felt sure no one had heard. She reached the ground and dashed to the street.
Seeing a bus approaching she raced to the stop, climbed aboard, paid and requested a transfer. She slumped on a seat and cautiously studied the other riders. Was anyone watching her? Were any of the riders connected to Ramos?
Her rapidly beating heart steadied. She left the bus, studied the map at the stop and waited for a second bus, one to take her near the destination. After a short ride, she stepped to the sidewalk. During the ride, the adrenalin rush had faded. Her posture slumped with exhaustion. When she reached the house, she walked up the steps and rang the bell twice.
An elderly woman with iron gray hair and twinkling brown eyes opened the door. “How can I help you?”
Amara sucked in a breath. Fear warred with the desire for safety. “I need an escape. The answer is in my stars.”
“Come in.” The woman moved aside.
Amara slipped into the foyer. Tension oozed from her muscles. She braced herself with a hand pressed against the wall. She was safe. She had to believe it.
After regaining her balance she followed her elderly escort down the hall. Framed photographs caught her eye. She paused to study one showing a dog lying beside a pool of clear water with rows of gray pillars in the distance.
“So that’s the one to interest you,” the woman said. “Why?”
Amara shrugged. “I don’t know but the scene makes me feel safe.”
“Are your troubles desperate?”
She nodded. More than she cared to admit to a stranger.
“I see.” The woman beckoned. “Come and share a meal with my sister and me. Then we’ll talk.”
Amara’s stomach growled. “Thank you.”
“While we eat, you can tell us about yourself.”
Amara swallowed. Could she reveal her troubles to a stranger? For a time she’d escaped Miguel and Ramos. Though the woman and the house soothed her fears, could she trust them? She wondered how long the calm would last.
They entered a large room. Amara noticed a table with six chairs. On the wall, a huge horoscope wheel bigger than any she’d seen in the New Age shop around the corner from the apartment caught her attention. Was she here to have her horoscope read?
A second woman whose hair was as white as new cotton balls and just as fluffy carried a tray with several covered dishes to the table. Delicious aromas of spices reached Amara.
“Help yourself.” The gray-haired woman poured steaming cups of tea.
Amara dished rice into a bowl and spooned a mixture of meat and vegetables over the rice. She tasted and sighed. ”Delicious.”
“Now tell us about yourself,” the white-haired woman said.
Amara began her story. When she spoke about her father’s death, tears spilled down her cheeks. “He was my best friend and teacher.”
The oldest of the women patted her hand. “Tears are good.”
Amara wiped her eyes on the napkin. “My mother couldn’t live without him and took her own life. I went to live with her brother. He didn’t like my father and tolerated me because of the money. He would have given me to the drug lord, Ramos, to buy safety for his family.” She sighed. “Though I don’t like them I don’t want him or his family to suffer when they learn I’m gone.”
The gray-haired woman patted her hand. “People will search and not find you. You’ll be declared dead.”
“I had a friend. He gave me your number. He was an undercover cop. He vanished. Did Seth come here?”
“He did.” The oldest woman smiled. “He was sent to a place where he was needed.”
“Is there a place for me?”
“Perhaps.” The iron-gray haired woman filled a glass with a ruby liquid and set it at Amara’s place. “Do you know the day and the time of your birth?”
Those words brought a warm memory of the day before her father’s last deployment. He’d shown her the combination to the lockbox and her birth record. “December fourth at two twenty AM.”
“You are a Sagittarian. You have a gift for handling animals, a need to see justice and to quest for the spiritual and knowledge.”

The women rose and walked to the double wheel. They began placing colored balls on segments of the inner wheel.


Reviews:
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 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. The names of real history players and gods are here, slightly changed.  Juliet Waldson


February 10, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition