Jul 28, 2014

The Write & Long Of It: AUTHOR INTERVIEW @VictoriaPinder #MFRWauthor

Meet MFRW Author Victoria Pinder.
Victoria grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She always wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. But her parents are practical minded people demanding a job, and Victoria spent too many years living other people’s dreams, but when she sat down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed doing, writing became so obvious. 

She is represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency and she hopes to continue selling her novels. Connect with her on her websitefacebooktwitter, her blog and on goodreads.

Why did you decide to write romance novels?
I read romance. I am not into the death and rape literature stuff where we learn we should be happy because life goes on after all the suffering bull. I don't need to read that lesson and romance is just fun.

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?
I'm a bit old fashioned, a bit modern, and a general mess most of the time. I do believe mood affects us. Gigi is happy but has a pained past. Penny is avoiding her gold digging mother and that life style choice. I've not experienced Gigi's pain in Chaperoning Paris and I've not had gold diggers in the family either. I can just stop and imagine. But life moments get into all books. When Penelope comments on a billboard in Miami advertising a breast implants for $2800 and brazilian but lift for $3500, her comments are similar to my own.

What kind of research do you do for a book?
Well when I write sci fi, I definitely steal someone's body and life... lol. I wish I could be everyone of my heroines. For contemporaries, setting is key, and  since I live in Miami, the logistics are easy. I read a book of a cowboy on South Beach, and shook my head... doesn't work. Move the setting to Davie and a drive to South Beach, okay, that's realistic. For contemporaries, I do like to have visited or lived in the place I'm writing. It makes grounding the story just easier.

When did you first think about writing and what prompted you to submit your first ms?
I couldn't find the book that fit what I wanted to read. I ran out of books and just needed to write my own.

What genre is it?
The unsold but has 300 rejection letters manuscript? Contemporary with fantasy elements. It was part one of six. Part two is finished. Part three is half done. Part four to six are outlined.

Would you like to write a different genre than you do now, or sub-genre? 
I am sticking to contemporaries now, but I wrote science fiction romance.

Tell us about your latest book. What motivated the story?
Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush. I wanted a group of friends who can fall in love as a series. Then when I outlined that idea of 3 men and 3 women who all went to high school together, the characters of Penelope and Jay took over.

Do you feel humor is important in fiction and why?
Yes. We have to feel something when reading the book. Literature tugs at the 'oh no' strings. Romance tugs at the lights in the sky and optimistic dreams strings. Humor just makes it even better.

What is your writing routine once you start a book? 
Before the wedding brain took over and blocked my creativity, I wrote everyday. I had a daily word count limit that I met. And I wrote one at a time. Post wedding brain, I'm counting on getting my butt in gear to get back into the routine.

What about your family, do they know not to bother you when you are writing - or are there constant interruptions?
The fiance, about to be husband, 2 days after the book release is supportive entirely. It is one of the things that I love about him. Wedding brain is not him. It's me going on sites wondering what else I can do to have a great wedding.

Congratulations to Victoria! On her book and her new marriage!
Victoria released Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush, a Mainstream Contemporary Romance/ New Adult Romance with Jupiter Gardens Press on June 12, 2014.

BLURB
Penny moves back to Miami to start her new job. She must start on Monday, so she has a list of things to accomplish.

A: Find a place to live.
B: Avoid her mother.
C: Reconnect with old high school friends.

There was her best friend, Sandra, the dramatic Eva, the dark Michael, her half-brother Wyatt, and her old high school crush Jay. Jay had never looked twice at her except as a partner in math league, but at least these people respected her.

Jay spots Penny immediately and sets a plan in action. He needs her to pretend to be his date this week. She’s practical minded and stable, which is what he needs his investors to see in him.
Penny’s caught in a whirlwind of plots. Her gold digging mother, Jay’s, Jay’s mother whose out to stop him, and her own plans are being thrown off course. Worst of it is that she’s falling for Jay, all over again.

Penelope never wanted to fall in love with a rich man. Jay is everything she never wanted.

Read An Excerpt
“Home, sweet, err...coffee.”
Getting out of her car, Penelope brushed her worn jeans to get out a small wrinkle. Not that it mattered. She smelled the coffee drawing her to the door. The delicious aroma of freshly brewed java that could wake her up waited inside. Gainesville had coffee shops, but nothing that held her heart like this place. In high school, this place was her Mecca. Her stomach grumbled for the familiar drink.
The coffee shop looked almost the same as it had years ago, except for the aluminum tables and wooden chairs with red cushions. She remembered the plaid chairs and brown tables, but the place still calmed her, like she was coming home.
She stepped up to the counter. “I’ll have a cinnamon dulce non-fat latte, please.”
Leaving Gainesville after college had always been the plan. Just never back to Miami, but she’d changed. She could live here now.
She checked her lip gloss while she waited for the latte at the counter.
When she accepted the promotion from part-time to full-time position, she knew she would have to face her mother and the catch of the month, Lars, her mother’s plastic surgeon. What that woman would do for a free tummy tuck.
The job she’d accepted had offered to triple her salary provided she moved to the Coral Gables office. Somehow, she’d avoid her mother until necessary. What was the man’s name with money this week? Penny ignored that last call, knowing the man with the largest wallet always took precedence over whatever Penelope needed. Getting the non-fat milk, she watched the barista finish her latte. She’d succeed here, now. She had to.
She’d call Sandra, Eva, John, and Michael later. Wyatt, her half-brother, was stationed overseas, so she’d wait for his weekly call. These people were her real family.
The man handed her the latte. The first sip gave her the strength to do this. The tightness of the ride dissipated while she tasted her liquid savior. Sighing, she tasted heaven, the wake-up to her day.
“Penelope.”
Though the unmistakable voice was deeper, she knew who it was without even turning. Her high school crush, who never noticed her beyond her brain, with a deeper tone. Pulling at her pink tank top, she wished she wore better clothes. “John Jay.”
His steely blue eyes and sandy blond hair were the same color, but his build had grown more muscular. The leanness of his youth gave way to broad shoulders and hard, muscular arms. He had a straight, faded scar on his left cheek that was new--probably a bar fight. Rich boy wore his fancy perfectly fitted polo and jeans, and was definitely hotter with age. His million-dollar smile and devastating dimples sparked a warm flush that sped through her all the way to the tips of her toes.
“I’m going by Jay these days. It’s less formal.” He winked at her, turning off his tablet, pointing her to his table.
“It’s a good name, but I still prefer Dimples,” she teased. “It’s what I called you on online whenever I needed you.”
His rich, deep laugh sent that familiar spark through her.
Damn. Rich boy knew his effect on women, including her. He could manipulate her when she went quiet, but she learned a lot of in college. She’d not let him weaken her.
“When did you get back to town?”
“I’ve been in town for, like, five minutes. I stopped in for morning coffee. How have you been?”
“Good. Busy these days. You?”

Jul 27, 2014

#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Alive At 5 @AuthorLindaBond @EntangledPub

MFRW Author Linda Bond released Alive at 5, a Mainstream Suspense, with Entangled on July 14, 2014.

TV news reporter Samantha Steele is one panic attack away from losing her job. Future on the line, she sets up an easy feature story – following her mentor on an exhilarating adventure vacation.       When her mentor dies while skydiving, Samantha suspects he was murdered, and her investigative instincts lead her to gorgeous thrill-seeker Zack Hunter.

Zack is an undercover police officer investigating his uncle’s death through the same adventure vacation. Zack doesn't want Samantha investigating alongside him. The emotionally wounded loner is afraid of being responsible for a partner again, especially a journalist whose goal is to splash evidence all over the evening news.

But the striking reporter’s persistence is quite a turn-on, and Zack’s overpowering desire makes it harder for him to push her away. When the killer turns his attention to Zack, Samantha could be the only one who can save him, forcing the anxiety-riddled correspondent to finally face her greatest fear.

Book Trailer
Meet Sam Steele and Zack Hunter.


A reporter on edge. 
A reckless, undercover police officer on a very personal mission. 
A high-octane, adrenaline rush of a journey to find a murderer begins.
Will they live to be Alive at 5?


What Reviewers Are Saying...
"Oh my gosh! I just finished proof reading this book for Entangled and I am blown away. I can't remember the last time I held my breath in fear while reading a book! THIS book is great! I read a lot of books and I very rarely leave reviews but this one calls for it. Linda Bond has written a page turner in romantic suspense. Alive at Five has everything: romance, suspense, action, alpha hero and a strong female lead! I think release is set for July 14th. I just had to sing its praises as soon as I finished reading! You have to read this one!"
- Sherry Willingham – copy editor and reviewer - Posted on Goodreads

Excerpt
“Dance with me.”
His hands were around her waist already. “What does dancing have to do with trust?”
A Rascal Flats country ballad was playing in the background. The twangy song had a slow, steady beat. She swayed back on her heels, a bit dizzy.
One of his hands moved around her back, and he gently pulled her against his body.
Her arms instinctively looped around his neck, and her cheek found his. The roughness of his five o’clock shadow scraped her cheek. She licked her lips, pressing into him just a little more. This exercise in trust was getting way out of control, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had held her this way. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted a man to do more. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let herself go like this.
“Now tell me what you hear.” His voice had a rougher edge to it.
The out of control beating of my heart. “Rascal Flats, and your voice.”
He continued whispering in her ear. “Tell me what you smell.”
The alcohol on your breath, and the musky smell of your skin. “Stale beer on the floor.”
“And what do you feel?”
Ohmigod, I feel your big hands sliding down my back. “You touching me.”
“And how does that make you feel inside?”
Dizzy, wet, hungry for you to stop whispering in my ear and use those lips to kiss me instead.
She couldn’t believe the desire controlling her body. Maybe this was why her mother had made so many bad mistakes with smooth-talking men. But her instincts told her Zack was so much more than his silver tongue.
Though, she’d definitely take it...
His hands found the curve of her lower back. With a subtle pressure, he moved her hips into his. He didn’t need any words to show her how he was feeling at this moment. His erection was undeniable. His lips nuzzled her neck, and he pressed her against it. “What do you taste?” he murmured.
She inhaled and pulled back just a little bit. “I still taste the mangosteen.”
“I want to taste it, too.”
He moved his lips up her neck, taking his time, pressing his mouth against her throbbing artery. She let the raw emotion of desire sweep over her. Her hand moved up through his hair, hungry for the feel of him.
His lips brushed hers, making her knees actually go weak, but abruptly he pulled away. “Damn. I promised I wouldn’t do this.”
“What? Are you kidding me?” No more teasing. No more games. No more exercises. She’d had enough. “You aren’t taking advantage of me.” Oblivious to where she was and who might be watching, she pulled him to her, anxious to crush his lips with hers in a way she’d never tried before.
So, this was what it felt like to let yourself go. Passion. It was turning her core into a roaring fire. She’d always kept this feeling bottled up. Why? It felt so damn good.
After a brief hesitation, his lips pressed down on hers— firm and demanding. She opened her mouth to let his tongue mix with hers, and moaned as his grinding erection pushed against her.
Holy cow, she’d never been kissed like this before. She could taste his need, and feel his desire for her, and the rawness of both made her long for even more. She deepened the kiss, pulling him closer still, amazed at herself for being the aggressor, enjoying every damn moment of it. She wanted this kiss to last forever.

About Linda
Linda Bond is an Emmy award winning journalist by day and an author of romantic adventures by night.  She’s also the mother of five, four athletes and an adopted son from Cuba. She has a passion for world travel, classic movies, and alpha males. Linda currently lives in Florida, where the sun always shines and the day begins with endless possibilities.  You can become a Bond girl and share in her continuing adventures at www.lindabond.com.

Jul 25, 2014

NEW RELEASE! Business or Pleasure @AshleyLadd #MFRWauthor

MFRW Author Ashley Ladd released Business or Pleasure, an Erotic Contemporary GLBT Romance with Totally Bound today!

Guy Rogers is extremely attracted to his new realtor, Tom Boudreaux. As a passionate vegetarian and animal activist, he’s ecstatic that Tom is a kindred soul. Unfortunately, Tommy isn’t really a vegetarian or an animal activist. In fact, Tommy’s family owns the most popular barbecue restaurant in town.

When Guy finds out that Tommy eats meat and his family owns a restaurant that’s a monument to eating meat, he’s livid and doesn’t know if he wants anything else to do with Tommy.

But then Guy’s life gets crazy—his dad’s paranoia blossoms into violent dementia, he gets arrested for picketing a doggy mill, then he winds up in even more legal trouble. When Tommy sticks by him through all his trouble and does everything he can to help him, Guy wonders if he’s been too militant and narrow-minded. Perhaps he can learn to live with people who have opposite views.

Tommy Boudreaux is extremely attracted to Guy Rogers even though he’s a passionate vegetarian and animal rights activist and Tommy’s family owns the most popular barbecue joint in town.

Excerpt
“I’ll make you—it—my priority. Just give me a couple days.” Damn! A Freudian slip.
Guy reached over as if to put his hand on Tommy’s, but stopped in midair. His eyes softened and hope flickered. “I’d like it if you made me, not my business, your priority.”
Tommy’s throat went dry and his heart flipped over. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
Guy lowered his hand and took Tommy’s in his. “I think so. I like you—a lot. You’re handsome and charming and I feel a connection. I know it’s quick, but I’m a forthright, fast kind of guy. Besides, if you find me a house as rapidly as I want, you’ll be out of my life before I can do anything about it. Do I have a chance with you?”
Tommy wanted to jump up from his seat and shout, “Hell yeah!” But his inner angel was quarreling with his inner devil about work ethics. It wasn’t as if real estate agents had long-term contracts or dealings with their clients. They found a home, closed the deal then moved on to the next client. He supposed it wouldn’t be the end of his career if he got together with one client. Feeling as if his heart had leapt into his throat, he turned his hand over and squeezed Guy’s fingers. “Yeah. I like you a lot too.”
About Ashley
Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

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Jul 24, 2014

A DEFECTIVE #Thursday13 @Susan_Sofayov

MFRW Author Susan Sofayov released her latest book Defective with Black Opal Books on April 26, 2014. Today, she brings us 13 sentences from her book. Careful! They just might entice you to buy it!

Susan Sofayov lives in Pittsburgh, PA with one husband, three children, and the most hated dog in the neighborhood. She and her husband operate a real estate development/management company.  She is a former vice president of child care for a large non-profit organization and holds a BA in English Literature and Political Science from the University of Pittsburgh and an MA in Teaching from Chatham University.

Susan loves pizza, babies, and gummy bears.  She readily admits to suffering from an acute fear of punctuation marks, especially the ever malicious comma.
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Thirteen Sentences from Defective
1. Sam kissed me and said, “I love you,” but this morning his hug felt cold, not icy, but slushy.
2. I saw his neck muscles straining inside the collar of his white shirt—the one I ironed before going to bed last night.
3. Until you learn to love yourself, I can’t live with you.
4. I dumped shampoo straight on to the top of my head and sobbed as I clawed it into my scalp.
5. You didn’t really think a guy like Sam would waste his life with someone like you.
6. A bag fastened to the side of her walker contained a deck of cards and a bottle of tonic water.
7. “Because, Maggie, I was a damn fool, and by the time I realized it, my biological clock passed midnight.”
8. I’d always considered my depression to be a misdemeanor in the mental health legal system, just like panic attacks and compulsive hand washing.
9. Bipolar Disorder, of any type, was definitely a mental health felony.
10. This asshole should spend a few months inside my brain or let me write the damn definition:
11. “Maggie, sit down. Either drink or blush, but don’t talk.”
12. I did my best to describe him, but boring English words don’t do justice to off-the-charts-gorgeous, Nick, with his black satiny curls, green eyes, and bulging biceps,” she said, bending her elbow and squeezing her skinny upper arm.
13. If Mildred found out she chose a boyfriend over her—well, let’s just say that, under certain circumstances, plucked turkeys could fly great distances
BLURB
University of Pittsburgh law student, Maggie Hovis, battles an enemy she cannot escape—her own brain. Her family calls her a drama queen. Her fiancĂ©, Sam, moves out after she throws a shoe at his head. Maggie knows there is only one way to get him back—control her moods. So she takes the step most of her family is against: therapy.

After a diagnosis of Bipolar II Disorder, Maggie begins to investigate her family tree—which is plagued by mental illness and hidden relatives—and develops empathy for her deceased Great Aunt Ella, who lived her life in a mental institution. But Maggie’s journey leads her into fear and insecurity, afraid she’ll end up like Ella and never get Sam back. But what about Nick, her super-sexy old flame, who wants to reignite their passion? Does it even matter, anyway? Won’t mental illness stop any man from loving her?

BUY LINKS
Black Opal Books  |  Amazon  |  Barnes & Noble

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