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Sunday, 4 January 2015

DAISY BANK'S NEW RELEASE!

Hi, I'm delighted to host Daisy on my blog. Below are details of her latest release, available on the 5th January. Here is the cover - promising intrigue and power.

To tempt you even further below you can read the blurb and an excerpt. At the end of the excerpt are the buy links. Happy Reading and a Great New Year to everyone.
Cheers Virginnia.



A Happy New Year to you and all your readers. Thank you so much for hosting me and helping me celebrate the release of my new book To Eternity, the second book in the Timeless series.
The development of the story from Timeless into this next book To Eternity challenged me as a writer in so many ways, but I loved the characters and they helped me through.
I hope those of you who enjoyed meeting Magnus and Sian in Timeless will enjoy this next step in their story.  I hope those of you meeting them for the first time in To Eternity will want to find out about their past in Timeless.
I am presently in the process of writing Out of Time, Book Three in the series and hope to have it completed this year.

To Eternity-wild beneath the moon- Book Two in the Timeless Series.
Blurb
 For four centuries Magnus has lived according to the dictates of the moon, his heart isolated by the domination of his wolf nature. Now fate has brought the beautiful, independent Sian to his house at Darnwell and their irresistible attraction has exploded into a white-hot passion. Yet she is not wolf, and the time has come for her to embrace the change. But once she completes the ritual and claims her place next to Magnus, the rivals will appear on the horizon…
Excerpt
Thank God. No claws.
Magnus examined his hand, a man’s hand, before he clasped Sian’s offered palm and met the massive dark pupils in her gaze as she set the padlock down. Naked, grimed by the process of transformation, he used her help to haul himself up from the floor.
She slipped the silver necklace with the key to his chains inside her shirt.
He grimaced as he wiped the scraps of crusty dust left after his transformation from his arms. October’s full moon had proved nothing like the last. This time there was no delightful shared dream.
Instead, Sian had met more of the wolf he carried within him.
Heaven help him, tonight she bore an injury to attest an encounter he couldn’t recall.
God.
He gritted his teeth. His gaze fixed on her. “What happened?” He nodded to her bandaged arm dreading her answer. “How did you get hurt?”
“Here, Magnus.” Sian draped a warm robe around his shoulders. “I’m fine.” She glanced to her arm. “This, it’s not more than a scratch.”
He staggered away from the cage, where the beast spent his days, leaning on her for support. “I scratched you?” he managed to ask, begging for confirmation of his fears.
“It was my fault. I got too close to the bars. We’ll get you to the bathroom, then I’ll go make us something to eat.”
He dragged one slow step after another. Sian slipped her arm around his waist, and with her help, he made it along the corridor to the bathroom. She opened the faucet on the bath while he drank two glasses of water. All the time, he kept his gaze on her.
 “You bathe, I’ll go cook. Please, Magnus, don’t worry.” She smiled. “We’ve survived this month’s full moon.”
He ached to kiss her, but not like this, not with the grime of transformation ingrained on his skin. She deserved better. Sian—his goddess, the woman he’d die to protect—deserved the best he could give her. “We’ll talk after I bathe.”
She nodded so her thick brandy-colored curls moved to lure his fingers. “Yes. Don’t be troubled.”
Reaching out, he touched the bandage on her forearm. She winced.
“Impossible,” he whispered. “I adore you, but I’ve hurt you.”
“It’s not what you fear. I remain mortal.”
“That’s how I want you to be. How you should be.”
“Hmm.” She turned off the taps. “We have to make a decision, Magnus. I’d like us to decide soon. I can’t bear this. Everything would be solved if…”
“I know. After I bathe, you can tell me what happened while we eat.”
Sian placed a kiss on the end of her finger and pressed it to his lips before she left. His heart ached for her hopes, for her confidence that she could make all well. He dropped the grubby robe, climbed into the tub, and closed his eyes. This full moon had pushed the usual boundaries. The additional power of Samhain seemed to have supercharged his appetite, but there was more than he’d anticipated. Though often he returned from transformation confused, his body still attuned to the senses of the wolf, this evening every muscle clenched tight, filled with lactic acid, as though he’d been rigid since Friday night when the full moon shifted his consciousness. Somehow, in his transformed state as the wolf, he’d spent hours fighting to keep himself still. The reason for such strange behavior in the beast eluded him.
He tilted his head back into the water, so the warmth might ease his corded neck muscles. The sensation of heat welcome, he sank lower in the tub until the water covered his hair. He hoped this would soothe his skin and his pain, but until he spoke with her about what had happened, nothing would pacify his fears. Annoyance that he couldn’t recall the acts of the beast swept through him. There had been times like this before. Even when he’d killed, a savage act any creature should remember, he could recollect nothing beyond the satisfaction of blood. But, if he’d harmed Sian, the wolf would have howled its sorrow until the walls echoed his repentance.
If only there were a way to force himself to remember. Truly, he was cursed.

To read more of Chapter 1 of To Eternity visit my blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/

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Saturday, 13 December 2014

S.I.N. (SAFETY IN NUMBERS)


My latest release is now available on Kindle Unlimited lending library for free, or 99 cents if you haven't joined the library service.

A novella about a woman with many personalities. Who's safe and who's in danger? An exciting read well worth your attention. Here is the link:



 Great cover by Dawn Dominique:

ENJOY

Friday, 26 September 2014

SWEET BLOG HOP THIS WEEKEND 27th-28th SEPTEMBER.





Hi there. Thank you for dropping by.
I'd like to recommend my latest novella - "ROMANCING THE MEMORY COLLECTOR"
This is a sweet romance which recently recived a five star review on Amazon. You can read this review on the Secret Craving website: http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/



Secret Cravings link:  http://bit.ly/1s3SyV6
And 






If you go to Amazon you will also see my other futuristic romances in this series.(The others have a heat rating.)

IF YOU LEAVE A COMMENT I WILL PUT YOU IN THE DRAW FOR AN E-COPY OF THIS ROMANCE. 
THERE IS A TWELVE HOUR TIME DIFFERENCE SO I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO REPLY TO YOUR COMMENTS UNTIL HOURS LATER. :-)
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND AND THANK YOU FOR CALLING.




Thursday, 10 July 2014

SECRET CRAVINGS' BACK ISSUE BLOG HOP


:http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/Kathleen Tighe Ball
  

This is your opportunity to get back issues from Secret Cravings Publishing. Follow the list of authors partipating and view their books and see what bargains you can find.

I'm offering LOVE'S RED HEART as a free download on Amazon this weekend, Sat 12 and Sunday 13th.  If you've visited and seen this notice - congratulations - you can now get your free copy
.Here is the link:

http://amzn.to/10m0dtL


While you are shopping have a look at the other books in my series of Sci Fi futuristic romances.

Saturday, 14 June 2014

WRITING BY THE SEAT OF YOUR PANTS




I recently entered a month long 500-words-a-day challenge. ‘Easy peasy’ I thought, not realizing life had a bucket of things to throw at me over the next four weeks. I took off with gusto, whistling up 2,500 words in the first four days, thinking ‘Ah-ha, I’m ahead of this game’. Then I struck a problem.  I ran out of ideas.  I had a number of characters I intended to use in this proposed novel and this would be the first rough (very rough) draft. No one would be overseeing it, critiquing it, or ‘dishing’ it either, so I could just write, write, write. I introduced the characters, each one a gem in his/her own right but chapter two loomed and I didn’t know where to go next. No immediate plot-posts ahead to aim for and a big blank in my brain.
I remembered how many of my author friends pantster their writing. Sitting at the computer, hands above the keyboard, letting the thoughts run out of their fingertips. I’d always thought, ‘No, not for me. Couldn’t possibly work - could it?’ One writer I know throws rune stones when she runs out of plot and follows the direction the chosen stone points her in. How does she sort the ending? Throws the runes again I guess. So far no bolt of lightning has struck her dead and she’s never stuck on where to go next in her plot line. I couldn’t try that; no rune stones to hand.
Desperate, I decided to try pantstering.  Truth is stranger than fiction they say and I’ve proved it.  Out of my imagination poured all sorts of thoughts, witty dialogue, one dog and then another.  Oh no. This was going to be like a day of Facebook postings with dogs and cats everywhere.  Luckily the cats stayed away and the story raced off on a tangent. Another endearing character appeared, drawn slowly to life as his dialogue added to the word pictures and revealed more of himself. He even managed to describe and name the breed of one of the dogs! I hadn’t thought of doing that either.
This time I want to write a full length novel. Not an easy thing for me, because I always seem to end up with a novella of reasonable length, but just shy of a novel word count. I think I’ve found the answer.  Pant-ster-ing is giving me a much larger word count. I may have to kill off a character or two, even one of the dogs. I’ve stopped worrying about what I’m going to write tomorrow, because I don’t know. What I do know is that when I sit, hands poised, my brain will switch on and my imagination will click into creative mode. I become the conduit for the words to trickle out onto the keyboard. I don’t say ‘that’s too crazy’ and press backspace.  I don’t growl about all the was’s, just’s and so's that fall out of my fingers. I can delete them later. All I want is words; words that equal story bones and characters .
What bliss. I’ve been converted.  I’m a pantster for as long as it takes to reach a plot point in my planned novel.  Then again, I may never reach that point, but it doesn’t matter. I can always transfer that story point to the next novel. This one might have more exciting plot points.
 Give it a go. Become a pantster – it really works and it doesn’t hurt at all. When you’ve filled the gap in your story you can go back to being a serious plotter. No one will ever know how you filled in the gaps, unless you tell them. Curses, in my excitement I’ve typed up over 500 words when I should have been adding to my novel.  The contest organizer will never know. I’ll just include this total in this week’s word count. I typed these 668 words by the pantster method.