Saturday, April 27, 2013

New book idea


I am a taphophile.  Wikipedia defines this as:

“Tombstone tourist (otherwise known as a "taphophile", "cemetery enthusiast", cemetery tourists or "grave hunter" or "graver") describes an individual who has a passion for and enjoyment of cemeteries.[1] This involves epitaphs, gravestone rubbing, photography, art, and history of (famous) deaths.”

While I don’t do gravestone rubbings (illegal is some—or all now?-- states), I do love cemetaries.  I’ve long contemplated writing a non-fiction book about them. I’m thinking seriously of it.  It would be a book I’d self publish.  I’m thinking of one page a description of a particular interesting stone, what cemetery it’s in and the location, then a photo of the stone.  This book would take years to compile.  I have tons of photos of stones.  Some are not well documented, which I regret now. 

Sunday, April 21, 2013

The many varieties of romance


When I tell people I’m a writer, they always ask me what I write.  After I tell them I write romance, they seldom question what type of romance.  Romance breaks down into a spectrum of sub genres.  Paranormal, historical, erotic, inspirational to name a few.  Paranormals can then be broken down to vamps, ghosts, werewolves, etc.  Many times they even cross over to urban fantasy or futuristic.

Historicals can be sub-catagorized even further. Westerns, Colonial, Regency, medieval and more.  The erotic genre may be contemporary, futuristic, fantasy, even steampunk.  Confusing?  Sometimes.  But the possibilities are endless.

I love experimenting with genres. I just finished the draft of a fantasy erotic that borders on horror.  Even my paranormal contemporary romance with a demon hero, Wicked Redemption, has been called horror by some reviewers.  Because I dabble in so many sub-genres, I sometimes confuse readers. 

 
 
 
 
One reader loves my historicals, and I caution her about buying my paranormals because I know that’s not what she wants.  Nathan’s Return, for example, is a historical, but it’s also paranormal and time travel—not her particular type of story.  She wants straight historical with no surprises and a guaranteed happily ever after.  And that’s okay. 

At signings I pass out cards that separate the genres of my books. I love to educate, talk books, and I love to open new worlds for readers.  If one of my books can carry someone away from their troubles for just a few hours, then I’m a happy writer.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

I'm excited for the release of my historical romance, Blackbird, available now.  Here's a blurb and excerpt:


Adahya, a Mohawk warrior aiding the British, wants no part of love--especially not with the chattering white woman he has just taken captive. 

Katherine St. James, a teacher at a frontier mission, will stop at nothing to return to the man she has always loved, Reverend Joshua Knox. 

Adahya’s attraction for Katherine is threatening his plans to kill Knox.  Katherine is determined to save Joshua’s life…but Adahya is just as arousing as he is dangerous. 

In a fortnight’s journey wrought with danger and deception, Adahya and Katherine make the trek of a lifetime…and sleeping with the enemy might become a very distinct possibility…

Excerpt:

  The Indian slowly ran a hand down the side of her face.  “What do you do with Knox?”

  “N-nothing.”

  “Tell me.”  His fingers traced the curve of her jaw.  “Do not lie.  I will know.”

  “I--”

  “Tell me.”

  “I’ve kissed him.”

  The Indian lowered one arm.  “Kissed him?”

  Katherine found her opportunity to escape and ducked from his trap.  She distanced herself yards from him.

  “What does kissed him mean?”

  Katherine stared at him, momentarily shaken.  He could not be serious.

  But he looked serious.

  “You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

  He looked confused.

  Panic turned to incredulousness and exploded into laughter.  Seeing his scowl, she covered her mouth.  “Kissing is what people do to show that they care for one another.”

  He seemed genuinely puzzled.

  “What do Mohawks do to show their affection?” She should not have asked, but it was too late... 

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