Conquest of the Heart

My sixth book just released on Friday! I made this book as unusual as I could. It is set in England in 1067, and although it is set in a dark and violent time, it has a lot of humor in it. I call it A Light-hearted Romp Through the Dark Ages!

Here is the blurb for the book:

Her people conquered his country. How can they overcome the distrust they feel to find love?

Madeline wants a big, brash, never-defeated-in-battle, Norman knight. What she gets, by order of the king, is a wiry Saxon who once studied for the priesthood instead of warfare. But is this gentle man she has fallen in love with entangled in the rebellion now sweeping the land?

Ranulf wants to marry the girl next door. What he gets, by order of the king , is a lush, strong Norman woman who just might be a spy reporting his every move. He wants her in every way a man can possibly want a woman. But can he trust his heart to a woman who might have been sent to root out the struggle for freedom his people are engaged in?

You can buy it:

Breathless Press, All Romance E-books, Bookstrand, and Amazon

 

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Gayl Taylor

Thanks for hosting me Michele. Since Breathless Press is featuring Naughty Nursery Rhymes this month I thought I would talk about how mine came to be.

You would think writing a story based on a nursery rhyme is simple. I mean, you have the ‘plot’ laid out in front of you right? That’s not always the case. The one thing I knew was that my story would be contemporary and that I wanted to use as much of the nursery rhyme as I could. Here’s how I broke it down: Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross to see a fine lady upon a white horse. From this line, Hunter’s story grew. After leaving town a broken man, Hunter returns to win back his true love, Kate Banbury.

Her ancestral roots grow deep in this town as you can see by her surname. And of course, she drives a white mustang. ;) With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she shall have music wherever she goes. Both Hunter and Kate are musicians. When Hunter sees Kate after all these years, her glittering jewelry flashing as she emerges from her car. She still wears the delicate anklet with tiny bells Hunter gave her as a reminder of the beautiful music they make together. From that point, the story grew. It is about love, redemption, and forgiveness.

Maybe one day, I will revisit Hunter and Kate to reveal where they are now.

Blurb: Musician Hunter Blake returns to Banbury Cross to win back his true love, Kate. Will they find a way to make beautiful music again? Not even a cock horse could bring musician Hunter Blake back to Banbury Cross, yet here he stood, ten years after leaving, to make amends for his past behavior and win back his true love, Katherine Banbury. Their relationship was in perfect harmony until Hunter’s excessive drinking tore them apart. Now sober, he’s focused on doing whatever it takes to prove he’s worthy of her love. Kate spent the last ten years determined to forget Hunter. With a developer intent on turning her ancestral home into tract housing, Kate had her hands full. When Hunter returns, vivid memories of their passionate history stoke the flames of desire between them. Will Kate fight the attraction or will she open her heart to love once more?

On Sale Exclusively at Breathless Press Ride A Cock Horse Also Available at the following

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Gayl Taylor writes sensual, erotic romance. Currently published with Breathless Press. Biography A California native, Gayl Taylor spent much of her youth daydreaming and making up stories. Life in her imaginary world was full of adventure, intrigue, and romance. Temporarily distracted by real life, marriage, three kids, and the necessary paycheck; she found her way back to writing as a hobby and eventually pursued her dream of being a published author. Although she still has her day job, at night Gayl writes sensual, erotic romance often finding inspiration in her experiences and surroundings. There are pieces of her in all the characters whose stories she tells. Gayl lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her three sons and rock star cat. She is a firm believer in love and the power of romance. When I am not knee-deep in writing, I can be found at the following places

~ http://gayl-taylor.com

Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads

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Weaving

I wove these placemats for my daughter, Shana. They really aren’t as crooked as they look!

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Support your local writer: Dani Collins

This post came about after a discussion on a writing loop
about support or lack thereof. Specifically the word ‘porn’ was tossed around
and many authors weighed in on whether their husbands read their work or
supported them in general.

As I waited 25 years for the publishing roulette wheel to
stop on my name, I heard many a romance writer thank her husband for his
support. I won’t call mine UNsupportive, but he wasn’t particularly interested
in novels in general (prefers the newspaper and other sources of articles that
inform or offer perspective.) He didn’t know what to make of romance as a genre
and I was so defensive after my first few rejections he learned to never ask
about it—which was very supportive in his own way.

One thing I didn’t realize until quite late in my journey
was how important financial support was. We were a two kid family living near
Vancouver, Canada. That meant we were a two-income household and you can
imagine how many manuscripts I finished writing around work and children.

The rest of my family were good about listening when I
wanted to talk and respecting my need to retreat when I did. Which isn’t to say
they’ve never said anything I didn’t like. One incident happened recently and
when I called my family member on it, I was basically told to grow up and let
go of my old hang ups.

Which was an ouch of a moment, but it does allow me to bring
to this discussion a couple of learning points on this subject:

  • We are never going to get ALL the support we
    need. Like parenting, this is our baby and at best we have some partners who
    help carry the load, but ultimately we’re responsible for keeping our own
    career alive.
  • Sometimes we do need to grow up and quit being
    sensitive. Going on the defensive projects an image of lacking confidence in
    the choice we’ve made to write in this genre, or write at all.
  • We can’t change the whole world. Yes, it would
    be nice to educate everyone on the fine lines between romance, erotica, and
    pornography, but good luck. There will always be someone out there who doesn’t
    know and doesn’t care. They might even be fans of your book!
  • Wanting our spouse to be as engaged in our
    writing process as we are is natural, but it’s not realistic. We all have different
    interests. My husband loves playing guitar. I like listening to him play, but I
    have no desire to read music or even attend certain concerts with him. (Folk=
    yes, Metal= no way, Jose.)
  • Writing is a job. We should expect our family to
    be excited for us when something big happens in our career, but only about as excited
    as they would be if you came home from the office to announce a raise or a
    promotion.

As I waited to sell, I often heard published authors talk
about how lonely writing can be. I had plenty of writing friends and often too
many commitments. Lonely sounded impossible! But I understand now what they
meant.

You want someone close whom you trust, like a spouse, to be
your sounding board, but unless they’re with you twenty-four-seven, they don’t
understand how each little decision impacts your career. Professionals like
editors and agents speak the language, but ultimately have their own interests
to protect. Even talking to other published authors is a lot like chatting to a
friendly face at the airport. Yeah, we’re both getting on planes, but we’re going
to different places for different reasons.

So I think support is ultimately something we can’t count
on, but need to be darned grateful for when we find it.

Dani Collins sold her first book to Harlequin Mills &
Boon in May of 2012 and had contracts for six books by the end of the year. Her
husband and children cook and clean, but refuse to pin, post, or tweet on her
behalf. They do, however, leave her alone when she enters her Fortress Of
Literature.

Dani’s current release, The Healer, is an epic medieval
fantasy romance from Champagne Books.

You can find buy links for The
Healer
on Dani’s website or pick up The Healer through Champagne
Books
, Amazon
US
, Amazon
CA
, Kobo,
or ARe.

Contact Dani through www.danicollins.com,
find her on Facebook
or follow her on Twitter

 

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Support your local writer

Remember the old James Garner movie, Support Your Local Sheriff? On one of the writers loops I am on we were discussing whether or not we had the support of family and friends for our writing. The answers varied widely but I was happy to report that I have had really great support from everyone I know.

When I published my first book I worried the most about what the people at church would think since it was a romance. But there again, I was given so much support.

My father used to lurk in the romance section of book stores and when he saw
someone looking at the romance books, he would hand them my book and tell them how good it was. I don’t know how many he hand sold for me, but I do know that he once actually signed a copy for someone as “the father of the author!”

Friends are always asking me what I’m working on and how the writing is going. Even my fellow artists in the Southeastern Indiana Art Guild encourage me to sell my books at the art shows.

My husband, skinny little thing that he is, tells everyone that’s him on the cover
and that (truthfully) he is the inspiration for every hero I write. And, of
course, he is my “patron of the arts.” He has supported me so I can
write and pursue creative outlets.

I have asked authors to send me their stories of support or non-support and I
have a few I am going to share here over the next few days. If you are an
author and want to share here, let me know!

If you are not an author, how do you support your local (or not so local) authors?
First, buy their books. Second, tell all your friends to buy their books.
Third, write a great review for them on Amazon or other places. Host us on your
blog if you have one. And finally, just tell us how much you have enjoyed our
books! I’d love to hear from you!

 

 

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Spinning at South Dearborn High School

Spinning and weaving are hobbies of mine and I love sharing them with others. So I was delighted to be invited–again–

Unrolling a raw fleece with all its dirt, muck, and lanolin. The clean side was next to the skin of the sheep.

to give a presentation to the textile class of Janie Hiltz at South Dearborn High School. I had such a fun time! I love talking about spinning and fibers and it was wonderful to have a class of girls who were interested, polite, and who asked lots of questions.

I brought several kinds of fiber with me to show the class that wool is not the only fiber you can spin. I brought angora from a rabbit, llama, alpaca, mohair, cashmere from goats, as well as several types of sheep wool. I also brought some sample fibers from plants such as bamboo, corn, soybeans, hemp, flax, and cotton.

One surprise I brought was for all of us. I didn’t have a raw fleece on hand so I borrowed one from a friend. It had been sheared and stuffed into a burlap bag. I hadn’t seen it until we dumped it out on a table and unrolled it. I explained a little bit of how a fleece is cleaned and prepared

After the class, some of the girls wanted to try their hand at spinning on the wheel.

for spinning.

I gave each student a piece of wool and let them learn to finger spin it. Some of them were still working on it by the end of the class!

I also covered the history of spinning. We have evidence of spinning from 14,000 years ago. Some potter had pressed a piece of cloth against a wet clay pot. Archaeologists could see that impression and could tell that those people in what is now Turkey were spinning and weaving, and quite well. I talked about the development of the spinning wheel and talked about how new things are still being invented to make them better.

I had such a great time! Yesterday I received a gift card, a thank you note from the girls, and some pictures I wanted to share. I love these pictures! Thank you!

 

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Chocolate Chip Books

One of my favorites--peanut butter cookies!

One of my favorites--peanut butter cookies!

My husband, Ron, brought home some cookies from an event he attended, handed them to me and said, “Everyone said these were really good.”

“I think they’re chocolate chip,” I said, looking at them suspiciously. I really hate chocolate chip cookies. In fact, I really don’t like chocolate much at all.

“Oh no,” he said. “That’s not chocolate. That’s something else in there.”

I took a bite of one. Yuck! Oh, yeah. It was chocolate chip.

You know this reminds me of writing, so here’s how:

Sometimes I see a book with a lovely cover that really calls to me. Or the blurb is great, or the author is one I like. Then I start to read and I’m disappointed in the book for some reason or another.  It promised to be a good “cookie,” or book, but when I taste, it disappoints.This has happened to all of us, I’m sure.

I recently downloaded a free ebook from an author I really like. Well, it must have been one of her first attempts, a book she had written in her youth, had under the bed, and decided to publish. But it was not up to her usual standards. In fact, it was so bad I ended up skimming for a few pages and then not finishing the book. For me, a “chocolate chip” book.

I always worry about something like this happening to someone who buys one of my books. Not that I think my books are bad, but not every book is to everyone’s taste. There are very some well known authors out there who are selling bazillions of books and who have lots of fans but whose books I cannot, not, not get through. They are romances. They are even historical romances, but for one reason or another, I just cannot get “into” them.  They aren’t necessarily bad books. They are “chocolate chip” books. Books a lot of people enjoy, but just not me.

So I find it hard to push my own books. I worry that someone I talk into buying my book might end up hating it. And that person would never come to me and say, “I hated your book.” That’s why it is always nice to get an unsolicited comment from someone I don’t know telling me they loved one of my books. That’s also why it is so nice when my friends and readers push my books for me.

They say the best kind of advertising does not make people buy your book, but it connects your book to the people who would like it.

I hope some of you reading this will like my books enough to buy them, read them–all the way through–and then recommend them to your friends who would also like them! And I’ll thank you in advance!

 

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Valentine’s Day!!!

Valentine’s Day is special to a lot of us. For my husband, Ron, and me, it is the anniversary of our first date. Last year I posted about how I tricked him into that date! Next month we will celebrate our 43rd anniversary. Oh my! It’s been fun! We’ve traveled to many parts of the world together including Central America, the Middle East, Europe, India, and Nepal. We rebuilt an 1840’s log cabin together. And we have two amazing daughters. What a wonderful life!

 

 

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Jessica Lemmon

Meet Jessica Lemmon, a new author with her first book out! And what a splash she is making! Wow! Here’s a special Valentine’s note from her leading man:

Shane August’s Top Five Valentine’s Day Gifts

Hello readers! It’s Jessica Lemmon asking you to help me welcome billionaire Shane August from my book, Tempting the Billionaire! Shane has graciously agreed to give us his top five Valentine’s Day gifts.

Thank you, Jessica. *nods to the masses* And thank you, readers. Instead of giving you a top five list of the gifts I like to give on Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided  to give you a top five list of gifts I have received on Valentine’s Day. So here we go:

#5) S.W.A.K. I was ten years old. Her name was Hannah Banana. Okay, that wasn’t really her name, but that’s what everyone called her. She brought me a tube of cherry Chapstick and then we each put some on and kissed behind the school bus. It was EPIC.

#4) Love Coupons. You know the ones, “Please redeem for one free ______ from your Valentine.” Guys love those. Come to think of it, girls love those too. WIN-WIN.

#3) Homemade Dinner. It was terrible. I didn’t even know you could do that to a pot roast. But it was the thought
that counted. TIP: have lots of wine on hand to help wash down the less palatable entrees.

#2) Die Hard Marathon. Yep, all five. Blu-ray, surround-sound, and enough popcorn to feed a small country.

#1) YOURSELF. Of all the gifts I’ve received in the past, I think the most special has been the gift of time. Spend time with your Valentine this year. Make time for each other. And if you can combine all of the above, well, I don’t think it could get any better…unless you cash in two of those love coupons instead.

~~~

Shane also brought a special Valentine’s Day treat for you! An exclusive excerpt from Tempting the Billionaire!

Tempting the Billionaire
Excerpt

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Outside on solid ground, the night air welcoming and cool, Crickitt sucked in a quiet, clarifying breath. Shane easily kept pace, his long legs eating up the same distance in half the steps. He reached for the door of the limo and popped it open, gliding his palm along her back again as she slid inside.

If he made her body hum by raking her with the briefest touch, what could he do if he really took his time? She clambered inside, straightening her curls and her clothing in one nervous gesture after the other. Shane climbed in and sat beside her, at a respectable distance, but still, too close. Heat leaped to the surface of her skin, burning her cheeks, flushing her neck and chest.

His aftershave had long faded, but the crisp fragrance of his laundry soap combined with his pheromones mingled in her senses. Twice she heard an intake of breath and twice she turned in anticipation, but each time his breath ended on a sigh as he focused on the landscape whizzing by the window. Crickitt spent the remainder of the ride staring out of her own window, the dead air between them stifling.

The limo door opened in front of her apartment. Shane got out first, offering Crickitt his hand. She took it, shuddering as his long fingers grazed her bare flesh.

“I’ll walk you up,” he murmured, taking her canvas bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

Heart thundering in her chest, she fumbled with the keys, grateful to have something in her hands. At the door, it took all of her willpower to keep the key steady as she pushed it into the lock. She could feel Shane standing behind her, the heat radiating off his big body surrounding her like an embrace.

Finally, the key slid home and she turned the knob. If she faced him, he’d see every ounce of desire on her face, every bit of longing reflected in her eyes. She kept her back to him and focused on opening her front door. “Thank you for dinner.”

But he didn’t let her get away with it.

“Crickitt?”

She took a deep breath, tried to mask her expression in nonchalance. But when she turned, she found Shane close enough to touch, his face bathed in the pale porch light, his perfectly formed mouth edged in a day’s growth. Moving her eyes from his face didn’t quell the urge to devour him where he stood.

His suit was creased, his collar open, giving her a generous view of his bitable neck. His tie, harmlessly dangling from his jacket pocket, filled her head with fantasies she’d never had before.

Tempting. The word echoed in her ears, making her wonder how long Eve was able to resist before caving in and sampling the apple.

She finally managed to dredge up her voice. “Did you forget something?” she asked.

He scanned her face, his nostrils flaring. Her heart sped and she sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for his answer.

“Now would be the perfect moment,” he said, leaning a palm on her door frame and causing her to press her back against the door, “for me to say yes.”

He reached out and toyed with a button at the top of her shirt. “And kiss you good night.”

 

 

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Playing well with others

I have been playing piano for church for about eight years. I’m not very good at it, but it’s a small church and they were desperate. Recently, we got a new member and it quickly came out that she could play the piano very well. I thought I’d lost my cherished job until she also mentioned that she played the organ. Hooray! We could play together!

If you have followed any of my past blogs, you know I am going to relate this to writing somehow. Yep.

As the entire music department, I pretty much did what I wanted with the music. We sang the songs I picked, we sang to the tempo I played, and if I held a note a bit longer than it should have been held or hurried through a section, so what?

During one of our early practice sessions, the new organist said, “That one section, the timing…” and I knew I’d been had. She was right. I never held that note as long as it was supposed to be held. It had never mattered before. But now I was playing with someone else. I could just see my “report card.” “Michele does not play well with others.”

So I’ve had to pay more attention to timing. She is helping to choose the songs. She is playing the special music sometimes. It has been a very different experience for me. More difficult, but also more rewarding. It’s fun to play together when you both follow the rules. And it’s nice to know someone “has my back.” I couldn’t make it to church a couple of Sundays ago and she filled in nicely. If I miss a note, she’s got it. If she fumbles (rarely) I’ve got it.

Which, finally, brings me to writing. If you are at home writing all for yourself, a journal, perhaps, or a story that no one will ever see, it doesn’t matter whether you follow any rules at all. Do what you want. But if you want your work to be read by others, if you want to “play with others,” there are a few rules you need to follow.

The first set of rules is called grammar. If you want a publisher to take you seriously, you have to know how to punctuate. You need to know how to spell. You can’t use “thru” for “through” or mix up “there, they’re, and their.” You can’t (or shouldn’t) write things like, “where are you going to?” Ack!

Beyond the basics, if you want to get a romance published, it has to have an HEA–happily ever after. My daughter said she’d love a romance where the heroine dies at the end. Sorry, but that’s not a romance. It might have romance in it, but it isn’t a romance. (Sorry “Love Story” and “Romeo and Juliet” fans.) You don’t write a mystery where the killer is not found. You don’t write a thriller where the terrorists or bad guys don’t get brought to justice. Sure, you can break the rules, but if you do break the genre rules, it doesn’t belong in that genre. Try mainstream.

Beyond this, each publisher has their own requirements. “My sandbox. My rules.” They are not going to accept a story that doesn’t fit with their “brand.”

OK, there’s always self-publishing. Go ahead. But if you don’t follow the grammar rules, if you slap a romance label on it and don’t provide an HEA, don’t expect to sell very many books. And yes, I know there are exceptions to every rule. Rules are guidelines, not hard and fast. People break the rules every day and get by with it or make it big. I’ve broken them myself–on purpose. But just like Picasso, you need to be familiar with the rules and know what you are doing before you try breaking them.

It’s sort of like what I did last week in church. The preacher asked for a last minute substitution and when I started playing the song, it sounded even more awful than my usual playing. Suddenly I realized it was written in three flats and I was playing it in four. Ooops! By the time I recovered and quit floundering, the verse was almost over. That’s what happens when you don’t play by the rules. Who wants to listen to that? Thank goodness the organist got it right!

 

 

 

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