Author Angela Aaron's Blog: January 2014

Saturday, January 25, 2014

The lovely Ella Jade is in the Attic today.

Thanks so much for hosting me today. I’m please to announce the release of my very first paranormal romance. This idea has been in my head for several years so to finally see it on the pages is a dream come true for me. I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with.

A love that transcends time…
As her 25th birthday approaches, Riley Sparrow begins to dream of a handsome, intriguing stranger. Each night the dreams get more intense and the stranger starts leaving her clues to his whereabouts. The dreams always end in a whisper…
Find Me.
Riley has denied her birthright her entire life. She descends from a strong line of witches and warlocks, but she's refused her powers up until now. With the help of her estranged grandfather she learns that her mystery man is from the past and his life is in danger. Will her grandfather help her travel back to 1963 to save the man she believes she's meant to be with? A man she knows nothing about but feels a strong connection to.
If she finds him, can she save him from the evil that haunts them both? By securing his past, she knows there can never be a future for them in her time.
Content Warning: contains sensual sex scenes

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Riley closed her eyes and let the heat of the water engulf her tired muscles. Resting her head against the bath pillow, she cleared her mind. The steam seeped out from the bubbles and swirled around the room. Soon the mirror and windows were fogged and a scented mist surrounded the bathroom, creating a relaxing atmosphere. A week’s worth of sleepless nights had taken their toll and Riley drifted off.

The squeak of the faucet and the silence that followed distracted her tranquil thoughts. She opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the tub looking at her. For a moment, she felt self-conscious. She glanced down and discovered her body covered in thick, white bubbles. He couldn’t see anything but the tops of her shoulders, neck, and face.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was afraid the water would overflow.”
“Am I awake?”
He shook his head. She noted his green eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting of the bathroom.
“Well, then how—”
“It’s complicated.” His thin, pink lips formed a small smile. “I can’t explain now.”
“Why not?”
“There isn’t enough time to make you understand while you’re in your current state. We need much more time. You can get that for us.”
“Are you real or am I crazy?”
“I’m very real, just stuck between realms. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” He slid off the side of the tub and knelt down on the floor. “I’m afraid I can’t stay very long. I keep trying to figure out how to increase the length of my visits but nothing seems to work.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You will.” He reached for the clip in her hair. “May I?”
She nodded.
Once he’d freed her hair from its confines, he smoothed the damp locks out with his hand. “I like when you wear it down. It’s so pretty.” He continued to stroke her hair. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember.”
“How do you know me?” She shifted her position to face him. She breathed in his crisp scent. He smelled of spice, maybe a hint of cinnamon.
“I…” He trailed off when his gaze caught her exposed breasts. He looked lost in a distant memory.
When she’d turned to face him she’d upset the bubbles shielding her. Her nipples hardened as she watched him take in her flesh. She no longer felt embarrassed.
“I have to go.”
“You keep leaving me. I don’t like it.” Each time he left, he took a small piece of her with him.
“That’s why you need to find me.” He leaned forward. “I know you can. You’re very powerful.” He brushed his lips against her mouth. A rush of warmth coursed through her and settled between her legs. “Find me, Riley.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering a second longer than usual. She took the opportunity to run her tongue along his soft lips. “Find me now.”
“How?” She wanted more than anything to find this man. “What do I need to do?”
“Tucker…” he whispered.

Riley slipped off the bath pillow and under the cold water. She quickly sat up and looked around. The bubbles had evaporated into the freezing water.
Did she turn the faucet off? Or did…
I must be crazy.
She thought for a moment. Her mystery man had left her a big clue tonight. Now she needed to figure out what Tucker Sparrow had to do with any of this. It looked as if she would be paying a visit to a man she hadn’t seen in a decade.

About Ella

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

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Razel Dazzle will bedazzle you!

Razel Dazzle by Elizabeth Morgan

If you liked "once upon a times" and "happy ever afters" as a child, then you will love Elizabeth Morgan's sexy version of a classic fairy tale. Razel Dazzle is a sizzling contemporary retelling of Repunzel, complete with a beautiful princess, evil mother and charming prince.

Razel D' Punz is the hottest, mega model in the business, groomed from a very early age by her mother and founder of Ivory Tower Modeling Agency. Razel knows nothing else of life except for what her mother, Gabriella, orchestrates for her. One day she meets stunning new photographer, Matthew Prince who causes her to reflect on the solitary life forced upon her. Realizing how lonely she really is, Razel knows she has big decisions to make concerning her future. I loved to hate Gabriella, who to me, seemed a very Cruella de Vil-like villain. I found I immediately sympathized with Razel and her plight and cheered her on as she fell for handsome Matthew Prince.

Elizabeth's talent for writing such believable characters drew me in immediately. This
fast paced novella was not short on details or action demonstrating a perfect mix of both. The story had just the perfect amount of sizzle to keep my adult tastes satisfied. Razel Dazzle had me hooked from the first chapter. It was a very romantic and fascinating tale in it's own right while also retaining the magic of the original fairy tale.

Reading a book based on a fairy tale, I expected a "happily ever after" and Elizabeth didn't disappoint. She delivered a super story, one I'm sure you will enjoy as much as I did.
Angela Aaron
Author of Pleasure Island,
The Fire of Beltane
The Mediterranean Affair

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Tamara Hoffa is in the Attic today!

I am very pleased to have Tamara Hoffa joining me in the Attic today and learning a bit more about her new release,A Special Kind of Love.

Tamara Hoffa lives in central Tennessee, with her husband of over 30 years, her three grown children, two grandchildren, 4 dogs and 2 cats. Tamara started reading when she was four years old and has rarely been seen without a book at hand since. At home you will usually find her in “nana’s chair” with her kindle, her laptop or one of her precious, precocious grandson’s in her lap. Tamara is a reviewer, an editor, an avid reader and can now add author to her repertoire. Tamara is proof positive that it’s never too late to reach for your dreams.

Good morning Tamara,
I am so glad you were able to join me in the attic on this fine day. I look forward to learning more about you.

First off, can you tell me a little more about yourself beside what we just learned from the above biography? What genre(s) do you write? Why did you choose it (them)? How many books do you have published?
I write contemporary western and military romance. I currently have 4 books published, Heart of a Soldier, Roping Love, A Special Kind of Love and Chasing Love. I have the third book in the Circle R ranch series contracted, Fetching Love, due to come out in May and I am working on a military romance, tentatively titled Changing Tides. It is my first full length novel and I’m a little nervous!

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
That’s kind of funny, I really didn’t! I started working as a reviewer in 2010 and from there I started beta reading for a few author friends. My husband had been telling me for years that I should write a book, and the authors I worked with started telling me the same thing. I still didn’t think I could do it. But, I saw an ad for a short story contest and decided to submit. It got me my first contract! The rest as they say is history.

How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use any set formula?
I don’t use any kind of formula. I will see or hear something that sparks an idea and the plot bunnies just take over.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?
Finding time to write! I edit for Secret Cravings Publishing, I still review, I run a blog with my BFF Beverly Ovalle, I have a day job and my grandchildren live with me, so finding time and a quiet place to write is a challenge.

Has someone been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?
I think every author I read influences me in some way. I love to read and I love finding new authors. I can see that my writing skills are going with each project.

What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
I ‘try’ for 1000 words a day when I’m working on a project. But, some days I do more and some days I don’t manage to write. I work 3 days a week at my day job and on those days I don’t always find time to write.

What motivates you to write?
I want to bring a smile to someone’s face, or a tear. I want to make them feel and give them an escape from everyday life for a little while

Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?
I don’t. I usually have NCIS reruns on in the background when I write.

Now for the really tough question **laughs** What was the scariest moment of your life?
My husband had an accident in 1987. He ruptured 2 disc and herniated 3, there was a very real possibility he would be paralyzed for life. He required 2 surgeries and months of rehabilitation, but thank God he now walks with only a slight limp.

What are your current/future projects?
I mentioned it earlier, but I am currently working on Fetching Love, the third book in the Circle R series and Changing Tides, my first full length Military romance.
Is there anything else you'd like to add or say to your readers?
I would love to hear from you! Hearing what readers think of my books is my greatest joy.
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Thank you, Tamara for joining me in the attic today. I enjoyed adding you and your books to my collection of good things.

Here is the blurb from Tamara's newest title:
Through Fights and Fire, Prejudice and Passion, Burns A Special Kind of Love
A divorced school teacher, estranged from her family, wants to start over. Sharon Daily moves to Gaines, Wyoming with her ten year old autistic son, Aaron. She hoped to find kindness and acceptance in this small town. She wasn’t looking for love…
Tanner West, the Fire Chief of Gaines, seems to have it all. Great job, loving family, and any woman he wants to warm his bed at night. But, Tanner has suffered too. A Native American in a white world, he longs to find love and acceptance. He is ready for more than someone to share his bed. He wants someone to share his life. And Sharon really lights his fire.
Making a life with Sharon will require A Special Kind of Love.

Now, before you climb down from the attic, how about a snippet from A SPECIAL KIND OF LOVE that will intrigue and tantalize us:

“Hi, beautiful.”
The deep baritone of his voice rolled over her skin like a caress. She felt hot and cold at the same time and goose bumps crawled down her spine. She was in such big trouble.
“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” she cooed.
“I don’t want to scare you off, but I really had a great time today. I want to get to know you better. I thought Aaron would be asleep by now and we could talk.”
“He is…asleep I mean. What do you want to talk about?”
“Where are you?”
“Um, I’m in bed.”
“Oh, man, now I have that visual in my head. I’ve been dreaming about you in bed. In my bed.”
Dang this man was coming on strong. But I kind of like it.
“Really? You are a naughty boy.”
“You have no idea. What are you wearing?”
Sharon laughed. “Sorry to ruin your fantasies, big boy, but I’m wearing flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt. I’m sure that’s not what you pictured.”
“I was picturing nothing…” Sharon barked a laugh “That’s not what I meant! I mean I didn’t have anything specific in mind.”
The poor guy was stammering. She loved being able to fluster him.
“What are you wearing, Mr. West?”
Silence met her question.
“I’m not sure I should answer that question.”
“Fair is fair, I answered your question. Now answer mine.”
“Boxer shorts,” he mumbled.
She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. She knew he was muscular, she could just imagine his chest, smooth and tan. Would he have a hairy chest or smooth? Smooth she bet, considering his Native American ancestry. A six pack, at least and maybe a happy trail heading down behind the waistband of his shorts. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
“Do they have smiley faces on them?”
“No, never. SpongeBob.”
She laughed again. When was the last time she had laughed this much? Not in too long to remember.
“I don’t believe you.”
“No, really they’re just plain. But I made you laugh.”
“Yes, you did. You do that a lot. Thank you.”
“I love the sound of your laughter. I want to hear it all the time.”
That had to be about the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her.

Other books by Tamara: Roping Love, Heart of a Soldier and Chasing Love.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Welcoming J.S. Wayne to the Attic today!

As I sit here in the attic looking around at the objects that bring joy and good feelings, I am reminded that not only do things make us smile, but more times than that it is people who brighten our day. The delightful writer joining us today is sure to put a grin on your face. I am so pleased to introduce the witty, always wacky… JS Wayne.
Hi J.S. Thanks so much for climbing up to the attic and for being the first author to join me on the new blog. I really appreciate your willingness to answer a few questions and give us a peek into how that wonderful imagination of yours works.

What inspired you to write "The Gael and the Goddess?"

*laughs* I was working on a drawing of a nude woman on a rocky promontory, which has become kind of a hobby of mine. About halfway through, I got to thinking that the woman I was drawing would make a perfect sea goddess. Then a domino effect kicked off, and I ended the night with a fun drawing…and a great story, if I say so myself!

Is there anything you found particularly challenging with this work?

Surprisingly, this was one of the easier books I’ve written lately. I didn’t feel any pressure, like there were any parts I had to force, or like I was straying out of my zone. That’s become more and more rare for me, so it was a welcome pleasure to be able to just pound the keys and let it flow.

What genre do you consider your book(s)?

My books wander all over the genre map. I’ve written everything from contemporary to urban fantasy to the sci-fi project I’m embroiled in now for a fan. On paper, they go down as romance, but I think with a little repackaging my books could fall into any number of genres. I like humor, suspense, a little darkness, and a lot of sex, but the one thing I DON’T want to do is the same old, same old. I don’t want to be known as a “romance” writer or a “this” writer or a “that” writer. Ultimately, I want readers to remember me as a writer they want to come back to, not as a writer of one particular thing.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned writing this book?

I guess the most surprising thing I learned is how popular the mermaid myth is. It seems just about every culture with a connection to the ocean has one, and it was fun to see how different cultures treat the topical matter.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

As of January 16th, I will have written and published 18 novels, novellas, and short stories. I have a hard time picking my favorites, so I’ll try to roughly categorize them:
1) Most “literary:” Wail, my paranormal suspense novel about a banshee;
2) Most “fun:” Sock It To Me, a story about an NYPD detective who finds a faerie maiden in his apartment, with surprising and sexy results;
3) Most “important:” “A Hope In Hell,” about a demoness sent to Earth to help a vampire bring justice to those who abuse the innocent (this one showed up in the Writing Out Child Abuse anthology A Light In The Darkness);
4) Most sexy: Well…they’re ALL sexy, so I’ll let the reader pick that one! ;)

Do you have a favorite character in any of your books?

Choosing my favorite character is like choosing a favorite aspect of myself. I like to create strong, intelligent men who aren’t brutes and strong, snarky women who can fend for themselves and don’t NEED a man. (Even if they like having one around!) So, I can say all my characters are favorites, but for very different reasons. My favorite overall, though, would probably be Moradiel, my angel of death from a no-longer-in-print series I’m giving an editorial once-over to before I work on resurrecting it. He’s tender when he needs to be, and he’s bad enough to take on the Angel of Death himself and is ready to square off against both Heaven and Hell for the sake of the woman he loves!

Does this character share anything in common with you?

Only in my dreams! (I don’t have wings, rippling abs, or a badass scythe-whip-flail combination weapon! ;) )

Plotter or Pantser? Why?

I’m kind of a weird cross between the two. I’m not really a pantser because I like to have some idea where I’m taking my story, but I’m not a plotter because I worry that too much handling of the story too early will kill it.
Morning Person? Or Night Person?
Vampire. If I had my choice I’d get up around sundown, work all night, and go to bed around nine a.m. Then I could literally say I do more before 9 than most people do all day! :D

What would we find under your bed?

I keep an art pad under my bed, to protect my drawings in progress. The sketch pad I’m working on now contains a number of nude female figure studies, some of which I’m thinking about framing. Other than that, I try to keep it pretty clean, because I find a messy house is a lot harder to work in. (Wonder if that’s just me?)

What are your current and future projects?

My current WIP is a project for a fan, Cassi R. I put out a call to ask readers to tell me what I should write next, and so I’m working on Dusk, a full-length sci-fi novel with an MFM ménage, magick, and a hapless alien race controlled by an evil magician. If that sounds like a lot going on in one book…you’re right, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride!
After that I want to get the Angels revised, completed, and sent off to an agent. My hope is that with the positive reviews of the first three stories and the added content, it’ll be a cinch to get in!

Is there anything else you'd like to say to your readers?

Thank you all so much for coming over to Angie’s Attic and hanging out with me and Angie today. Please follow me on Facebook, Twitter, G+, and stop by and say howdy! I always love talking to new people and making new friends. :D
And a huge thank-you to Angie for allowing me to be the first guest on her new blog!

Where can readers find more out about you and your book?


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Thank you, J.S., for joining me in the attic today. I enjoyed adding you to my collection of good things.

And now, before you climb down from the attic, how about a snippet from your book that will intrigue and tantalize us:

Even the heart of a goddess is subject to the whims of Fate…
Every millennium, the Ocean Goddess, Yemala, makes a pilgrimage to the shore to continue good relations between land and wave. Leaving her watery realm in the hands of her Chancellor, the nymph Amphichrale, she travels to the surface for the first time in a thousand years. A lot has changed since she last surfaced, and the goddess immediately finds herself in the clutches of the mortal law... and unable to use her oceanic powers.
Liam McGrue is a hard-headed, hard-drinking, hardworking fisherman. He asks nothing of life but an easy catch during the day and a warm fire and a glass of whiskey at night. The fiery redhead who claims to have come from the sea itself intrigues him, and his rash, poetic Gaelic heart jumps to her defense and aid. But when he realizes she's not daft or telling him a tale, that she really is who and what she claims to be, Liam will have to choose between his lonely life on the surface and a completely new existence beneath the waves as the consort of a goddess.
A flash of scarlet from the tiny, rocky arm thrusting into the harbor caught his eye, and he turned to get a better look. Aside from the navigation lights, there was little color to be seen on the coast. The rocks were a uniform greenish gray, slick with moss and spray, pretty enough to look at in the sunset, to be sure, but certainly nothing of that particular color was usually present.
He frowned as he got a good look, and blinked. Thinking his eyes must be sporting him, he picked up the binoculars from their perch beside the wheel. Quickly he turned the thumbscrew to adjust the focus. The apparition blurred for a moment and then reappeared in sharp, clear definition.
His jaw dropped.
He’d never seen the likes of the woman about town before, he’d gladly swear to that in the village church. More to the point, he’d never seen a woman pacing placidly along the small promontory wearing only what attire God saw fit to send her into the world in, striding along like she hadn’t a care in the world about what anyone might think.
Oh, she was a pretty one, right enough. Her proudly erect carriage bespoke a woman who had nothing to be ashamed of, a fact Liam could appreciate in more ways than one. Her breasts jutted out, just full and round enough without being too much of a good thing, and her belly offered the exact right amount of curve to look like she’d be right pleasant to curl up with on a chilly Irish night. Her buttocks and hips flared enough to give a man ideas, and her legs looked strong enough to wrap around a man and hold on until he begged her for mercy. A belt of gold interlinked with some silvery metal crested in stylized waves about the top of her hips, and the jewel hanging down in front drew his eye downward whether he willed it or not. The small stripe of hair at the top and center of her thighs drove the moisture from his mouth, wishing he could only stroke it, never mind what lay beneath. Topping her luscious body, a wavy mass of vibrant red hair flowed behind her like a queen’s banner, adding to her proud but not haughty carriage.
“Bloody hell,” he breathed, whispering a prayer of thanks to Jesus for making him a man and then putting him in this place, at this time, to see this stunning, staggering woman.
She turned, and for a moment he could have sworn she looked right through the lenses of binoculars, through his eyes, and right into his soul. The details of her face, each one exquisite in its own right, paled to insignificance next to the force of her gaze. Her eyes glowed brightly with an inner light to put amethysts to shame. She smiled, and it was as glorious and uncomplicated an expression as he’d ever laid eyes on, a grin of pure, free-spirited delight. With a regal tilt of her head and a wicked wink of her eye, she turned away and kept walking, her pace unhurried and calm, as if she had all eternity and beyond to get wherever she might be bound.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Let Nothing Stop You.

As I look out my window this morning at the frozen landscape around me, I am reminded of one of my favorite examples of German Romantic Landscape painting. The actual painting was destroyed in WWII and all that remains is this photo. It has a melancholy quality that is neither sad nor happy. I love the fact the monks continue on with their rituals despite the destruction and remnants of the past that surround them. I love this painting and see it as a great symbol of strength and perseverance not only by the subject matter but by the enduring copy of the painting itself. Enjoy your day and push onward despite obstacles. **Smiles** ~Angie