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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Like drinking hot chocolate on a cold winter's day

Hello Jennifer and welcome to Adventures in Authorland. Please get comfortable and tell us about your adventure.
Jennifer Britt

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
     It wasn't until I was a finalist in a contest in 2012. Up to that point, I had been writing and writing, but considered it more of a hobby. I still remember receiving the email telling me I had made the finals and jumping up and down with excitement and happiness. I swear I told everyone, family, friends, and strangers, that I was a finalist and I'm sure most people I told didn't care. But when I saw my name on the list with the other finalists, I knew at that point that I was a writer.

What books have most influenced your life?
     Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, anything by Nora Roberts, Rachel Gibson, and Susan Elizabeth Phillips, and many others. If it weren't for these authors, I wouldn't be writing romance today. While I fell in love with romance after reading Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice, Nora Roberts hooked me and kept me coming back for more.

In which genre do you prefer to write and why?
     I write contemporary romance. While I read a wide variety of romance and other genres, I tend to come back to contemporary romance. I enjoy reading and writing about modern day heroes and heroines. It also gives me the ability to create the quirky, small town characters that I love. A good contemporary romance is like drinking a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day.

How many books have you written? Which is your favourite?
     I've written three books thus far - Betting Brenda, The Best Intentions, and Finding the Dream. I can't pick one as my favorite. All of them have moments and characters that I love. The Best Intentions and Finding the Dream are special to me because they are part of my Lincoln Falls series and all of the characters have become near and dear to my heart. When I sit down to work on a Lincoln Falls novel, it's like coming home.

Do you have any advice for new writers beginning their adventure?
     Write at least 15 minutes a day and try not to edit yourself as you write. It took a long time for me to turn off the editor in my head. I found I wasted a lot of my writing time trying to get the perfect wording down. You can edit and worry about perfection later.
Learn to take criticism in stride. Writing is subjective -- some people will love your writing and some won't. You will have to analyze the criticism you receive to find the nuggets that will help you improve your writing. I highly recommend contests. The critiques I received through contests were invaluable.
     Make sure to read. You can learn a lot from reading books, not only in the genre you write in, but in other genres as well.

Share three fun facts about you that most people don't know.
     I would love to go up in a hot air balloon one day. It has been on my list of things to do for a long time.
     I love to prank people. I've been married to a prankster for a long time now and I think I caught the prankster bug.
     I'm extremely competitive. I go into everything with the idea that I'm going to win.

     Jessica James had her dream—a career on Broadway as a successful actress—until one night when it was taken all away. Forced to move back to Lincoln Falls and live with her parents, Jessica's only goal is to regain her career and go back to New York. She doesn't count on a honeysuckle hating man standing in her way or the town of Lincoln Falls itself. Now everything she thought she ever wanted may not be her dream at all. 
     Eric Mason and his daughter have quietly lived next door to Jessica's parents. That all changes when he meets Jessica. She is overly dramatic and the most annoying person he's ever met. Yet, he can't get her off his mind.
     Will they find a new dream together?

     Eric had heard a lot about Lorraine's daughter, the actress, but he hadn't had the opportunity to meet her since she'd come home. So far, she'd made quite the impression on him. Who knew there'd be this much drama over a honeysuckle.
      "I'm wearing slippers." She turned, anger in her brown eyes.
      "With reindeer?"
     "No. Moose."
     He laughed. God, she was easy to bother and, for some reason, he enjoyed bothering her a lot.
     "Why would you wear those?"
     "They keep my feet warm," she said it as if it should have been obvious.
     "You know they sell slippers without antlers."
     "These were a gift," she said, pointing at them.
     "You could have returned them."
     "Why would I do that? I like them. I need a cup of coffee. Goodbye." She pushed a tangle of blond hair out of her face as she turned to walk away.
     He held up his hands. "Whoa. I didn't realize you were so sensitive about them."
     "I'm not. I'm just done with this conversation. Eric, I wish I could say it was nice to meet you, but under the circumstances . . . well, you understand." She shrugged and walked toward the house.
     "Wait. You know my name, but I didn't get yours."
     "Jessica James. As in Jesse James. You're named after the infamous outlaw?" That was a good one. What had her parents been thinking?
     She flipped him the bird as she turned to go and he laughed.
     "It was a pleasure," he said, watching her as she retreated across the backyard. She had a willowy frame and, in her slippers, stood almost as tall as him.
     She glanced over her shoulder one last time with her full lips pursed and fire in her eyes. He couldn't wait to meet Jessie James again.
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About Jennifer Britt:
     After graduating from law school, Jennifer Britt worked for a leading tax publication as a legal editor.  She then moved to an accounting firm as an associate director and legal editor.   While her day job keeps her busy, Jennifer has managed to find time to write and, most nights, she can be found in front of her laptop writing her next contemporary romance novel.
     She lives in Virginia with her husband and family.
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Saturday, August 23, 2014

Historicals fire up Samanthya's passion

Hello Samanthya and welcome to Adventures in Authorland. Please get comfortable and tell us about your adventure,

Jean, Thank you for having me as a guest on your blog.

You’ve recently signed with a publisher. Tell us about your writing journey before and after this point.
     As a child I had many desires, be a singer, be an actress, but the one thing that seemed to come natural was write. I wrote poems, short stories, and then tucked them away. When I graduated, I married a military man, we travelled the United Stated and abroad. Once I found historical romance novels, I couldn’t put a book down. I fell in love with the characters and needed to know their happy ending.
     When my children were grown, I started writing again. I wrote a story and once again life took over, so I put my MS on a shelf. A few years ago I decided I wanted to pursue writing seriously. I entered a lot of contests, workshops, and made some good friends via e-mails. I pulled my story back out and finished my historical, THE RIGHT ONE, the first of a trilogy in the One and Only Series.
     I sent my MS to editors, and finally a pitch opportunity with Savvy Authors resulted in an editor asking for a full. Now I have not one, but two books published by Soul Mate Publishing. I’m working on the historical sequels, book 2 to be released soon, and also have plans for a contemporary series, The Firemen of Station #8.

In which genre do you prefer to write and why?
     My main love is historical. I would have liked to live in the Regency time period. Dashing lords and pirates seem so romantic. So historical genre is the one I chose. One day I was playing around to get my mind off edits and I wrote a scene with two women bantering back and forth. The words seemed to flow. I ended up writing my first contemporary Something More. Even though historical romance is my first love, the Regency requires a lot of research and effort with language of the time period. But I learn a lot of history while I’m looking. So many amazing details which makes a good foundation for any MS. I find the more I research, the more I write down, the deeper my thoughts and the more my characters come alive.

What books have most influenced your life most?
     Historical Romance—And who has not been inspired by Kathleen Woodiwiss!! There are so many favourite authors, Shirlee Busbee, Janelle Taylor, Johanna Lindsey, Catherine Coulter, Jude Deveraux, I’m really afraid to mention names for fear of leaving someone out. I’ve found many new authors as well and I look for new authors to read.

Can you give us some details about your upcoming release/s?
     In my first historical, Katherine’s brother is missing. Find out what happened to Kat’s brother in the thrilling sequel in the One and Only series. Book 2,  Stephen’s story -  “The True One” 
     His ship in splinters and his men captured, Stephen is a broken man. Yet the torture he received by his enemies is nothing compared to the torment he bears from an angel with lavender eyes.
     Jennifer left England full of a young girl’s fantasies of romance and adventure. When she cares for a near death captain, memories emerge of the family she left behind. Will the passion they share be enough? He must choose – her or revenge.
     After that, Book 3, Giles’ story -  “The Only One”

Do you have any advice for new writers beginning their adventure?
     No# 1.  Join RWA. From there you learn to do a number of things. You can join chapter groups, critique groups, you’ll find friends and receive a lot of help. Take every workshop offered—GMC, POV, character interviews, etc. Believe me, you’ll be glad you did. Enter contests and keep your mind open. Take criticism as constructive. Make your writing better. Don’t expect success overnight. It is a long, hard process. If you are determined, keep trying. Don’t give up.

Share three fun facts about you that most people don’t know.
     Blue is my favourite colour. Never a pink girl. Wonder if that had anything to do with the fire trucks and guns I played with as a child. Hmmm. I’m working on Firemen of Station #8 Series. I wonder if I had a deep desire even then.
     I would love to ski, jump from an airplane, all the things I should have done at a much younger age. Now, I love to go to the beach, read a book, take walks, crochet, and watch my grandkids.
     I love to make people laugh. My hubby is so silly. And his playfulness has rubbed off on me. Anything can come out of my mouth sometimes, just for fun. I’ll say things that don’t make sense, have people raising their eyebrows, or just busting out with laughter. At my age I still love rollercoasters.
     Dark lords are sexy. Every girl dreams of a strong hero and every man wants a sexy woman. The idea of mistaken identity intrigued me and I needed a hook. As I put my story to paper I created conflicts. This is the result.
Morgan Bartholomew Langston, Earl of Whetherford, has finally decided to accept his fate. Tired of dangerous assignments and putting his neck on the line, he has returned to his ancestral home to accept the title of his birthright and produce the required heir. But, when he arrives, he finds his home has been invaded and a female has taken off with his mother’s jewels. Morgan decides the traitorous jade will not get away, so he sets into motion a plan to bring her back. When he abducts the wrong woman, his reaction to her brings him dangerously close to breaking his vow of forbidden emotions.
Katherine Elizabeth Radbourn is a strong, independent woman, and at the age of twenty-three is still unwed. In a desperate attempt to find her brother, she is abducted which leads her on a journey to love and mistaken identity. Once she meets her captor, fear and indignation dissipates to an overwhelming awareness. Even though he tells her she is the wrong one, Kat realizes she has finally met a man that—not only she is attracted to—but has awakened her woman’s body. Does he really care for her or does he secretly yearn for the woman she is supposed to be?  Uncertainty makes her risk the very man she has given her soul.

He abducts the wrong woman . . . she proves she is the right one.

Nothing else in the room existed but the two of them. His hypnotic pull seared her, sending a tingling sensation beginning in her stomach, then flowing down the back of her knees and extending through her limbs making it impossible to move.
Her throat tightened.
If those eyes could shoot fire, they would sear holes right through her. But the expression on his face . . . he looked like he’d just had a good kick in the teeth.
Morgan felt as though someone had just punched him in the gut—hard. His breath caught at the sight of the stunning creature before him. Lost in amazing green eyes—adrift in their sparkling jade and mystique sensuality. He scanned her high cheekbones with soft creamy skin, and let his gaze slide down to fasten on luscious lips. Suddenly his mouth was dry
She stood straight and tall with her chin at an angle in challenge. Even with that rod in her backbone, he sensed her vulnerability. A pang of concern struck his chest.
“You,” he whispered. What the hell is she doing here?
An explosion went off in his brain. Holy Mother of God! Those fools. They must have brought her here thinking she was Juliana.
Blood and the devil!
 Morgan’s heart kicked and landed somewhere in the bottom of his gut. Choking on the words for this unsettling circumstance, he compelled himself to speak hoping his voice would not betray him. “I owe you my profound apology. There has been a horrendous mistake, madam. And I fear that I have made it.”
Those beautiful eyes blinked. She stared at him as though someone had taken over her senses. Was this woman a simpleton?
He hurried to the sideboard. Even though she could quite possibly be in shock, he ignored the stronger spirits and poured a generous amount of sherry. He didn’t want to knock her on her bum, just bring some colour back in her face. He strode back to the unknown beauty and placed the flute in her hand.
Changes came over her face. Stupor—awe—surprise—and . . . anger. Although Morgan was not a patient man, he waited.
Her eyes flamed with fire. “Did I hear you correctly? Mistake?”
Morgan stopped the oath before it left his mouth. “Yes. I believe your being here is a mistake.”
“A mistake.” She echoed with a stupefied look, unseeing the crystal she held in her hand. “That’s what I thought you said.”
She raised the glass and downed the liquid in one swift movement. Tears came to her eyes as she tried not to cough. She marched to the side table and he feared she planned to get more. Instead she set the glass on the table top. When she faced him, her hands were fisted and the fire in her eyes burned brighter than the flames in the hearth.
“Mistake?” she snapped. “I was kidnapped! I have been a prisoner in your home. Forced to come here and forced to remain. I’ve been scared out of my mind. Every day I worried if you still lived. I agonized over what would become of me if you died. Then I walk in here and you have the audacious daring to tell me it was a mistake?”

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Firemen and cowboys get Calisa steamed up

Hi Calisa, welcome to Adventures in Authorland. Please make yourself comfortable and tell us about your adventure.

Calisa Rhose
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
     When I got my first rejection. LOL In 2005 I decided to take my ‘hobby’ to the next level and wrote a “real” book targeted for Harlequin Desire line. A year later it was complete and polished, so I submitted and got a full request just a month later from the Desire senior editor and she suggested I also send a partial to the editor of Harlequin Special Edition (back then it was still known as Silhouette Special Edition). It took all of three weeks for the SE editor to reject the story. To compound that, the Desire editor lost my ms and told me to check for it with the same SE editor who had rejected it. Nice editor that I got, he asked me to email the partial to him (again-- because he’d never received the full from Desire editor. He then rejected it a second time, two years after the first rejection. With a story like that, I figured I had to be a writer! LOL

What inspired you to write your first book?
     I’ve been writing as a hobby since I was fifteen years old so it just seemed the natural progression for me to get serious about my first love (besides my hubby and three daughters, that is) and begin writing to submit. It took me until I was forty to reach that point after raising our daughters. We’re all told to write what we know and I’m a horse person married to a construction hottie. The story I chose to write is about the owner of a horse rescue ranch and a construction owner who builds a much-needed barn for her. I titled it Contract For Love and it’s a reunion story of a couple clearly meant to be together but life decides otherwise as they are torn apart time and again. Of course they get their HEA in the end. J

In which genre do you prefer to write and why?
     I write contemporary romance--you know, cowboys, firemen, first responders--but find myself dabbling with contemporary paranormal, too, these days.

You've recently signed with a publisher. Tell us about your writing journey before and after this point.
     I wouldn't be able to answer this from a new author perspective since it’s actually been four years since my first sale, but this January I got the opportunity to sign with Kensington Publishing Corp for their new imprint line when the e-press I had sold to last year sold to KPC. On the other hand, I’ve also had two books sold before that point. So now I’m also with a BIG house and it’s a new feeling and adventure for me. Exciting? Some, yes. But my very first sale was to Wild Rose Press with a novella and nothing will ever beat that first sale euphoria. Home, that novella, has expired its contract and is no longer for sale at this time. I’m thinking of touching it up and re-releasing it with another e-press, however.

When you are not writing, what are your hobbies, passions, etc?
     I love horses, as I said, so I spend time with my quarter horse, Sonny, and helping my grandchildren learn to ride their pony, Apple. I also read when I get a chance and my other creative outlet is designing and making jewelry. I love playing with polymer clay and beads! I’ve embraced this hobby a lot while on hiatus because it gives me a fun creative outlet while not writing.

Do you have any advice for new writers beginning their adventure?
     Write, read, write, read. Be persistent and remember editors are your friend. J Oh, and beware of burnout! I’m on a hiatus this summer because life caught up to me and I couldn’t write a word of sense. I decided it was time for some much needed me time. Give yourself permission not to write. It really IS okay! Don’t write until you can’t think straight or writing is no fun, or feels like hard work. It is work if it’s your career choice, but remember to take time for you, family and other interests to refill your writing well once in a while.

Love, like life, is not without risk.
     Veterinarian Vivian Dane has purchased her uncle’s practice in the tiny town of Wales, Missouri, where most residents still doubt her ability to treat their pets. But Viv is used to being considered less-worthy than her predecessors. After all, her parents are world-renowned wildlife vets, and most everyone is unimpressed she’s chosen to not follow directly in their footsteps. Now Connor, a patient’s owner, is hot for Viv, but clearly doesn’t think she’s dating material because he has a daughter…who he believes no woman is good enough for.
     Being a perfect dad is EMT paramedic Connor’s life focus. He can’t seem to stay away from sexy Doctor Viv, but attraction is as far as he’ll ever let it go. His mother abandoned him, leaving him to be raised in the foster system, and then his wife abandoned both him and their daughter. He absolutely will not risk bringing another woman into his little girl’s life and having her feel the hurt of being left…again.
     Forfeiting is easier than attempting and failing. So why does Viv feel compelled to prove she’s a sure bet for Connor and his daughter? Can Connor trust Viv--and himself--enough to play the possibilities?

     It was close to five o’clock and Viv wanted to go home. Winter hadn’t reached the Midwest yet, but from September through October the temperatures often dipped and dove sporadically, before diving for the long winter ahead. There’d been a slight chill in the air that morning and she hoped for a few more weeks of warmth before harsh weather moved in.
     She looked forward to a hot soak in the bathtub, but Skittles was due for pick-up first. Connor had assured her he’d pick her up, or have his father get her before five. She glanced at her watch again. Four-fifty-six. She didn’t mind staying late if she needed to; it would be a shame to leave the nervous animal alone another night.
     She opened the small closet to put the dust mop away.
     With a start, she spun and her hand caught the broom handle on her way around. Gasping, she grabbed uselessly, horrified as the cleaning tool flew sideways from the closet. In slow motion she saw it shoot out against Connor’s shoulder and fall with a sharp snap onto the tile floor.
     “Oh! I’m so--so sorry! Are you hurt?” Instant heat rushed up her neck and she bent to reclaim the errant broom to shove into the closet. She slammed the door and leaned against it on a sharp breath.
     “I’m fine. You worried your killer broom might attack again? You might consider putting a lock on the door,” he said with a crooked smile.
     Puzzled, Viv looked around and realized with total humiliation how it appeared she’d trapped the broom inside the closet--when in actuality, she wanted to climb through the door beside the instrument and hide.
     “Of course not. That would be silly. I didn’t expect you right now.”
     “It’s two minutes of five. I told you I’d be here for Skittles. Is it too late?”
     Right. The skunk. “No. I’m sure she’s more than ready to go home. Do you have the pet carrier to put her in?” She probably didn’t need to ask when Connor stood empty-handed before her.
     He lowered his head and she knew he’d forgotten it, fought back a smile at his forgetfulness.  “Sorry. I drove straight from work and didn’t think about it.”
     “No worry. I have one you can borrow.” Which meant he’d have to see her again. She’d definitely need to see him again.
     “Thank you. I’ll bring it back tomorrow.”
     “Oh, there’s no rush. I keep a few on hand for emergencies.” She led him back to the cage where the skunk still huddled, and got a carrier while he opened the cage to retrieve his daughter’s pet. As he lifted the black fur ball out, Viv set a pink case next to him.
     He hissed under his breath and almost let the animal loose. Viv opened the cage and held it upright for him to lower the skunk down inside and shut the door. Once he stood with the pet taxi, she detected a smear of red on one finger.
     “She bit you?” Skunk bite, rabies, germs…
     “It’s fine. When she’s scared she tends to nip a warning like a cat.” Connor’s lack of care concerned Viv, however.
     “I should clean it with antiseptic before you go.”
     “I’ll tend it when I get home.”
     “But, it may have germs…get infected.”
     “It’s not the first time, and her rabies vaccination is current. Thank you, but it’s not necessary.”
     Viv stopped by a cabinet on the way to the front reception area to grab ointment and a Band-Aid.

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About Calisa
     Calisa Rhose is an Okie, born and bred, through and through, and proud of it. While growing up, when she wasn’t on the back of a horse, she could be found with pen and paper in hand. Her writing career began with poetry in her younger days. Then she discovered Rock-n-Roll and cute musicians. Poetry turned into stories of romance and dreams. These days she lives with the same man who convinced her to take a romantic journey with him almost 30 years ago. After raising three strong daughters she spends her days loving their granddaughters, hoping for a boy someday, and writing. When she’s not writing, you can find Calisa putting on her editor hat and working to help other published and aspiring writers.
     She is working on more projects with her favored contemporary cowboys, first responders  and firemen, as well as the occasional ‘other’ heroes- and their sexy female counterparts, those sassy, stubborn heroines.

     Thanks for inviting me over Jean! I’d love to offer an e-copy of Risk Factors to one lucky person this weekend.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Tug of love sparks custody battle

Hi  Kathryn.  And welcome to Adventures in Authorland. Please get comfortable and tell us about your adventure.

Kathryn Daugherty
What book are you reading now?
     I’m reading three books right now on POW’s during the Vietnam War. The Passing of the Night  My Seven Years As A Prisoner of the North Vietnamese by  Colonel Robinson Risner. Colonel Risner was shot down and captured on September 16, 1965 and was a “guest” of the North Vietnamese until his release on February 12, 1973.
     I’m also reading Code to Keep: The True Story of America’s Longest-Held Civilian Prisoner of War in Vietnam by Ernest C. Brace. Ernest Brace tells the story of his captivity. Even though he was a civilian at the time of his capture he continued to live by the Military Code of Conduct.
     The third book I’m reading is S O G The Secret Wars of America’s Commandos in Vietnam by John L. Plaster and tells the story of volunteers from various fighting units.
     Now please don’t get the impression that I have an obsession about the Vietnam War. I’m doing research for my new novel. The novel is not about war either, but a piece of the story is a flashback to an Air Force pilot who is a POW. In order for the story to feel authentic, I want to be able to tell the truth about what these outstanding men went through for faith and country.

Can you give some details about your upcoming release? 
     I stated in the above question I’m doing research into the lives of POW’s during the Vietnam War. My story revolves around the lives of two women who accidentally meet on a flight from Los Angeles to Omaha, Nebraska. One woman is in her sixties and the other woman in her thirties. The Log Line for the new book is: Two women meet on a plane and find their lives intertwined. The past comes to haunt and preserve their future. Because the first 25 pages are entered in a contest, I’m not allowed to mention the title at this point.  After the announcement of the finalists, you will be able to find the title on my website.

If you could time travel back, or forward, for one day, where would it be and why?
     This is a question close to my heart. The day would be Friday, May 2, 2003. That day I was busy cleaning house, and I received a phone call that my mom, sisters, and aunt and uncle were meeting in Ames, for lunch. Could I come and join them?  Ames was a 45-minute drive from where I lived. I had not showered or put on makeup, by the time I was able to do that they would be done with lunch. I was too busy to make the trip. What I didn’t know was the following Wednesday May 7,2003. My mom would leave this earth to spend eternity with my dad who had passed away in December. If I could go back to that day, I would do anything to go have that last lunch with my MOM. Oh, what I would give to have a chance to have seen her alive one last time. That regret has taught me a lesson though. Never pass up the opportunity to spend quality time with family and friends, don’t worry that your hair and make-up aren’t perfect. It is you the person they long to see, not the perfection you want to portray.  

If you could have any superhero power, what would it be?
     Actually I have two super powers I would like to possess; the first one is duplication to have the ability multiply my own body and hopefully my mind goes along with that power. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I wish I could be in several places at once. How often I want to be sitting at my desk writing and yet be able to be at my children or grandchildren’s activities, or other family activities. Maybe even be at work in one body and still be able to write my stories. I would wager there are many writers that would also choose this superpower. The second one would be invulnerability, the ability to not get hurt or feel pain from physical, mental, or spiritual influence. You know the saying about:  “sticks and stones can break your bones and words can never hurt you.” So the critics inner and outside could not make me feel defeated. The other part of this superpower is because several years ago I had a bone fusion done in my back. Since then sitting for prolonged periods is difficult. This means I need to get up often to move around and again I don’t have my seat in a chair writing. There are many super powers, but I feel these two Duplication and Invulnerability would make my life easier.     

Do you have any advice for new writers beginning their adventure?
     My recommendation is to find a critique partner.  There are several points to look for in this person.   1) A person who has similar goals and writing level skills.  If you are working with someone that does not take writing as seriously as you do, then you will be disappointed, if they do not have the same urgency as you.  2) A person who understands or better yet writes in the same genre.  A person who writes and reads in the same genre will be able to help you with common themes, formulas, and structures used in your particular genre. They also will give you feedback from the same outlook as a possible reader. 3) A person you can trust. In order to improve on your writing, you need to work with someone who will give honest feedback. You want the truth, but at the same time, you want to work with someone who will give you advice on improvement without destroying your ego. 4) A person who will work within consistent time constraints. When you set up your schedule of critique times make sure you are able to stick to the schedule. Not only in the meeting times but if you’ve agreed to read either a certain number of pages or chapters each time you meet. Make sure you both agree, and the commitment is real. If you are getting too many excuses about meeting or not being able to read. Find a new partner. 5). The person you are looking for is also looking for a partner. In other words to have a good critique partner you must be one. 

Share three fun facts about you that most people don’t know.
     1) When I walk or exercise, I listen to motivational speakers rather than music. The voice of some speakers will push me harder and faster than music.  2) I miss working. I know I’m old enough to retire. I loved meeting people. When I worked at the motel front desk I enjoyed meeting new people. 3) I’ve worked since I was 10, and I’ve had 32 separate jobs since then. From delivering papers to an Operation Officer at a bank. I like writing the best.

     Carol Matthews, has experienced more than her fair share of loss. After the death of her beloved older brother, the responsibility of raising his son, Jeff, is the only thing that keeps her going. Seemingly out of nowhere, Jeff's rich and well-connected grandparents petition for Jeff's custody, leaving Carol in search of an experienced lawyer.

     For attorney Donovan Delaney, Carol’s case could be the chance he needs to repair the shambles of his career. With not only Jeff's future at stake, Carol and Donovan fight their undeniable attraction to each other to focus on what's really important. Can Carol willingly open her heart to another possible loss? Will Donovan risk the career of his dreams? If winning means success, what will be the cost?


Donovan swore as he snapped his phone shut.
Looking up, he saw an attractive woman standing at the door to his office. He felt the color rise in his face—to curse at the bar with a bunch of guys or on the playing field was one thing, but he knew better than to use that type of language in front of a lady. And, this was one impressive-looking woman.
“Excuse me,” she said.
“I didn’t realize you were standing there. Please accept my apology for my language.”
The woman in the doorway had riotous auburn hair, with shadows of deep gold and rich red strands. She pushed escaping curls behind her ear.
“I’m looking for a Mr. Donovan,” she said.
“I’m Donovan, Donovan Delaney.”
“I’m sorry I got the name mixed up . . . I’m somewhat muddled today. Are you moving?”
Donovan shook his head. He’d been about as amiable as he could be for one morning. “What this? Nah, I make a mess like this once a week just so I can clean it up.”
 “You don’t have to be so snarly. It was just a question.”
 “Tell me, who are you and what are you doing here?”
 He presumed she was another bill collector. Even if that was true, he wouldn’t mind negotiating with her—as long as he got to discover what was under her red T-shirt and form-fitted blue jeans.
 “I need an attorney. Ralph Overton recommended you, but it appears he must have made a mistake. I think I’d have better luck checking the yellow pages.” As Carol turned to leave, her hip connected with a packing box, sending the carton crashing to the floor.
“Now look what you’ve done!” Papers spilled from several files. Donovan thought about the hours it would take to reorganize his office, once he got things worked out with Feldon. He stormed across the room, hoping to stop more of the boxes from toppling over.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose.” Carol bent down to pick up the folders.
“Never mind, I’ll get it later. Why do you need an attorney? Did you say Ralph Overton recommended me?” After righting the carton he reached out to help her stand. Ignoring his outstretched hand, Carol placed a stack of papers back in the box.
“It doesn’t matter; I don’t think I can work with you.”
 Knowing he needed to get his practice back on track, and finding this woman quite

appealing, it became important to keep her here. Coming from a different angle, he shoved his hands into his pockets, like a twelve-year-old boy would do, and gave her his brightest smile.
“We really got off on the wrong foot. I apologize. Can we begin this conversation over?” He extracted his right hand from his pocket. “I’m Donovan Delaney, and you’re . . .”
She met him halfway and accepted his grasp. “I’m Carol Matthews. I need an attorney to fight a custody case. After Ralph recommended you, I tried to phone, but got a disconnect message.”
Ignoring her comment, Donovan’s hand lingered longer than necessary.
About Kathryn
Kathryn Daugherty always dreamed of writing, her first opportunity to pursue the craft came in 2005, when back surgery sidelined her from other activities. Kathryn began her writing journey by taking an online romance-writing course. Following this, she attended conferences and workshops, continuing to improve her skills. Her sister Linda inspired her first published short story, “White Lies.” The story appeared in the Secret Attic, a United Kingdom publication, in May 2007. Kathryn’s second taste of success was with another short story, “Secret Alliance.” The story placed first in the Short Story contest and was published in the November 2007 issue of Writers’ Journal. She also received honors at the All Iowa Writer’s Conference in 2012 with her short story “Consequences,” and again in 2013 with her story “Lightening and the Lake.” All short stories are available at her website. 
Her first novel, A Case of Hearts has received honors in recent months. It was honored as a finalist in The Midwest Publishing Awards, in St. Paul, Minnesota this spring. The cover received First Place in the Readers Choice Cover Awards, in the Single Title/Mainstream category. Sponsored by the Houston Area Bay Romance Writers, “Judge A Book By Its Cover Award.”
Though Kathryn did not have the opportunity to go to college, she is grateful to her father for encouraging her to learn to type. Her father always said that her typing skills would serve her well. Since she has worked at a variety of careers throughout the years, she is appreciative of her father’s advice. Typing skills not only proved to be useful in many of her previous occupations, but also allowed her to pursue her passion for writing. Kathryn lives in central Iowa with her husband, Cliff. They have a blended family of five grown children and several grandchildren. Jessie, a seventy-five pound German wirehair pointer who believes he’s a lap dog, rules the house.
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