Kiss Is A Four-Letter word is still on BookStrand’s 14 day Bestseller’s list! Number 22 in Menage & Multiple!
And one of my readers gave me an awesome review on Amazon:
Ms. Leaf describes a kissing scene that makes yearn to go practice on some lucky man (or two of them!). Don’t even get me started on the actual sex scenes. Holy Moly people – snap on the seat belts and hold on for a fun ride!
Heh. This book’s got legs.
I hate ninety percent of the books I read. Yes, yes I know: hate is such a strong word, it’s all a matter of opinion, what’s good for the goose isn’t always good for the gander and other clichés, but whatever. Most books suck. (Either that or I’m terribly picky. The queen of finicky.)
Some are so bad I give up in the middle rather than slog through the whole thing. It’s as if the words on the page got together and decided that it would be fun to torment the reader: hackneyed dialogue, passive voice, adjective abuse. Sometimes the main character is so hateful or stupid or whiny I want to punch him or her in the nose.
Some are just meh (my vocabulary word of the week). My younger teen uses it to describe school. My older teen uses it to describe his younger brother. I also saw it in a book review recently. It’s the new “whatever.” It’s the kind of word that says: I didn’t have the energy to throw this in the trash so I might as well finish reading it. Meh books comprise the biggest portion of my ninety percent.
Some books are so godawful that I actively despise them. These I usually finish just so I can knowledgeably diss them to any friends/family/victims who happen to wander by. I say stuff like: OMG did you read [insert book title here]? It was WRETCHED. The heroine was a dog-walker who fell for her cousin’s meth addict half-brother/stepson! They boinked in the back freezer of a butcher shop in between sides of COW! (I try to make sure my voice grows more shrill with every phrase so as to press upon my listener the complete hideousness of the book.)
I’ve been reading for four decades (yes, frightening, I know) so I’ve read a LOT of horrible books. At some point I said to myself: honey, it’s time. Write a book and see if you can do any better. Since that elusive ten percent of absolutely brilliant writing happened so rarely (novels which are so excellent I cried with envy and despair as I read each delicious word), I decided I should write my own. I would write the book I wanted to read.
Uh-huh.
That didn’t go so well, as you can imagine. Do you know how difficult it is to avoid passive voice/hackneyed dialogue/adjective abuse? Filter words exist solely to pop up in the middle of any paragraph I write, laughing and giving me the finger. Then there’s the length issue. Do you have any idea how long an average novel runs? 50,000-60,000 words. Do you know how long I can sit still? [Insert unintelligible vocalization of derision here.] At one point I almost resorted to stapling my ass to my chair. I gave myself little rewards: chocolate if I finished a chapter (this did not help the size of my butt), more chocolate if I finished two chapters (butt still spreading), and chocolate with caramel if I finished three (yes, I know this is the opposite of what I should do if I want to be physically functional but too bad-I don’t need to walk to write). Eventually I got the hang of it and published some novels.
Unfortunately I still have the original problem: most books suck. Most books will always suck, especially those that seem fun to read at first. They will suck giant ass rocks and they will suck tiny little turds of poo. They will suck until the sun explodes and our planet collapses into a heap of molten carbon (at which point I’ll be like: Whoa. Fireworks. Then I will consume my body weight in chocolate until I explode. I mean, what the hell else is there to do when that happens?)
There’s only one solution to the “most books suck” problem: write more books (preferably ones that don’t suck).
Of course, I’m sure there’s someone out there who thinks my books suck.
That’s ok.
No, really. They can go write their own books.
That don’t suck.
Me? I’ll be eating a ton of chocolate while I type happily into the sunset (which looks really, REALLY BIG right now. And HOT. Um.
WTF?).
1. Do you use a pen name? If so, why?
No, I don’t, but I should have. I started out writing M/F, then unexpectedly veered into M/M. My most recent book is a M/M/F ménage. They all have my real name on them. I’ve since been told each subgenre has its own audience and there’s little if any overlap. I’m writing what I want to write, but it’s splintering my audience. My M/Fs will continue to come out under my real name, but any new M/Ms will have a pen name on them. I’m not sure about future ménages. Too many pronouns anyway.
2. What is your favorite novel that you’ve written? Read?
Written—I know I should be pushing my latest release, but my favorite of my own books so far is A London Werewolf in America. Everything came together for that one—the mystery plot, the humor, the banter, even the love scenes, which I tend to have trouble with. It was also my first published full-length novel, so there’s the sentimental factor. My favorite novels by someone else tend to change from week to week, but the top spot belongs to Stephen King. Either It or The Stand, depending on my mood.
3. Does the environment affect your writing (where you live, the seasons, the weather, etc.)?
Sadly, yes. It’s hard to stay inside when it’s nice out. I just want to get in the car and run around somewhere. I get more writing done during the winter, when it’s too cold to go outside, and during rainy days. Trouble is, that’s also good weather to curl up in bed and read. I’m lucky if I get anything done regardless of the weather.
4. Where is your favorite/most bizarre place to have your characters boink?
I’ve only got six books out, and so far my characters have been fairly conservative. Along with the standard bedroom, I’ve had wall sex, floor sex, and a couple of werewolves who got nekkid out in the woods. One of those bedrooms was in a brothel, if that counts. Right now I’m working on a M/M story involving superheroes, and one of them can fly. I might have the boys get busy on top of a suspension bridge. I’ll bet even Spider-Man hasn’t done that yet.
5. Do you base your heroines/heroes on photos of celebrities? If so, who? Include links if you like.
Oh God, yes. It’s so much easier to write dialogue when you can hear a character’s specific voice. It’s usually just the heroes. I’m never quite sure who/what the heroine looks like, but with the men I know. Owen Wilson starred in Coyote Moon, and Peter Weller was in Best of Breed. For my last two, Belonging and Legacy, I “cast” Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki from Supernatural. Dean’s a vampire, Sam’s a prostitute, Castiel’s a slayer. When I get around to writing the third book, it’ll star Misha Collins and Kathleen Turner. I’ve already got Don Johnson and Vin Diesel lined up for future books. For some reason Harrison Ford never made it into any of my books, and I always liked him. I’ll have to remedy that.
6. Bonus question! What’s the last thing you ate today?
A cup of tea, a piece of cheese, and a bowl of cereal with a banana on it. Breakfast of champions.
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BookStrand – Pat Cunningham
The other day I read an article that talked about the pressure men in our society have to conform to an ideal of masculinity. (fyi, I’m American, so: western culture.) The author of the article claimed that girls don’t have any trouble being tomboys but guys have a great deal of trouble expressing anything that doesn’t conform properly to the masculine norm. Did I ever mention the GRIEF I got when I was a teenager for having short hair, wearing a baseball cap, and riding my bicycle as often as I possibly could? No? Well, now I have. Who says girls don’t suffer from pressure to conform to femininity? They do. So does everyone else.
Even so, the idea that we are finally able to talk about people and their obsessive attention to whether or not the dude in the cubicle next door is guy enough for them is a relief (substitute ‘garage next door’ or the ‘line opposite yours’ or whatever job you prefer for ‘cubicle’). As a writer of romance novels, I’m intimately familiar with the idea of what’s hot and what’s not when it comes to men and honestly? The possibilities are ENDLESS.
Different people like different things. I have a girlfriend who adores long hair on a guy. I know another one who could care less what a dude looks like as long as he has a brain. Scientists turn her on. I have another friend who doesn’t like men who wear makeup. Another who does. The one thing my friends all have in common, however, is a severe hesitation and deep fear of telling other people what really rocks their world. Why? Because none of them like men who fit into society’s view of what a true man is/does/looks like.
This is tragic.
I don’t know why it continues to surprise me, considering that the human race has been knocking boots for, well, how long has the human race been a species? Yeah, that long. At any rate, what makes a dude masculine isn’t his hair length or what he likes to read or how fit his body is. It’s all of those things combined. And none of them.
Years ago I read a book by Jo Beverley. The hero wore heels. And powder. He was also ruthless, intelligent, and remarkably powerful. From that moment on I began questioning everything I’d thought about what it means to be masculine. As a writer I need to know what makes men tick (or any character, man/woman/child). I need to know what makes most of my readers tick. I also need to somehow preserve my sense of voice and write what I find interesting, amusing, and erotic. To do that, sometimes I stretch the boundaries of what my readers probably feel is comfortable. My job is to make those stretched boundaries believable. Some of my men have long hair and some have none. Some are white, some are not. Some of them are young. Some are heading for the wrong side of 40. It works because my headspace is delightfully flexible when it comes to attractiveness.
The tragedy comes in when we put our books down and surface back into real life. My husband likes to dance. He also likes to work on old cars. These two things are so completely opposite of what society says a guy should be that it amuses me to tell uptight people about his hobbies and watch them try to reconcile what they believe is right with what actually is (Don’t worry, I’m not an asshole. I only torment people who deserve it). He also has long hair. He’s not white. He’s crazy smart. All of these things sound like a recipe for a failed marriage, right? Uh-huh NOT.
The thing is, if you unpack almost any man or woman, you’ll soon realize that they’re not conformists either. People like and are many different things but what they’re willing to show you is only a very small part that generally matches what society says they’re supposed to be. The people I’ve met who suppress their deepest sense of self are usually miserable and tend to crack open violently at some point in their lifetime. The people who let it all out are happy, but often ostracized. The pressure to be and act a certain way is incredible, and not just for men.
So where do we get these ideas about what makes a man masculine? From each other. From what our parents say. From our peers. It’s a self-sustaining methane gas factory. If I wasn’t a writer I’d probably find this cycle of oppression/repression indescribably depressing. Luckily, I have the best platform in existence from which to seed change: fiction. Instead of writing reality, I can write what I wish was reality. I can make all my characters’ dreams come true. And if my hero has long hair and likes to wear eyeliner, I’m subtly encouraging every reader who falls in love with that particular fictional character that it’s okay to be who you are and like who you want.
If you can’t safely tell anyone who you are for real, that’s okay. If you can, that’s okay too. The most important thing is to stop drawing boxes around yourself. Free your mind. If you do that, all the boxes we’ve placed around other people will eventually disappear, too.
1. Do you use a pen name? If so, why?
Yes – Skye Michaels. I use it for privacy. While my friends and family know about my books, I would rather all the nuts out there did not.
2. What is your favorite novel that you’ve written? Read?
I have written 5 so far:
Calleigh’ Collar is out on Bookstrand/Amazon/B&N & Kobo
Kelly’s Challenge is out on Bookstrand
Anne’s Courage is coming out in May
Paula’s Commitment is coming out in May
Madison’s Choice has been submitted
Belinda’s Crown has just been started today! Wrote 4,000 words today!
This is all new to me, so each book has gotten longer and better. Everyone likes Madison’s Choice best. My personal favorite hero is Justin Devereau in Book 2 – Kelly’s Challenge.
3. Does the environment affect your writing (where you live, the seasons, the weather, etc.)?
I live in Florida which is pretty terrific – so it really doesn’t affect my writing.
4. Where is your favorite/most bizarre place to have your characters boink?
In the gazebo on the town square in Ocala, Florida. Robbie and Mike had a great time there in Calleigh’s Collar!
5. Do you base your heroines/heroes on photos of celebrities? If so, who? Include links if you like.
Sometimes I will see a picture of someone that tinkles my chimes! I have used Adrian Paul (The Highlander) as the basis of two heros that are brothers – Justin Devereau and Jamie Devereau in Books 2 and 3! Yum! Also I saw a picture of Channing Tatum that had to be Dr. Trent Redding who is in all the books!
6. Bonus question! What’s the last thing you ate today?
Ha! A piece of chocolate! [Erin's note: LOL! Me too.]
7. Bonus question! Anything you’d like to say.
I have been having a ball writing these stories. When I lost my job over a year ago and couldn’t find anything permanent, I decided the time was right to try writing! Please visit my fan page on Facebook: Skye Michaels Books for excerpts and book covers.
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When I was a little kid, my teachers liked to reward good grades on tests with little sticky stars. Now, every time I see a pack of them in the store I get all kinds of nostalgic. Sometimes they’d peel off my tests until just the little residue in the shape of a star was left. I didn’t care. I knew that the star meant I’d done well. Being a kid is fraught with awkwardness and confusion and I was willing to take any kind of praise I could get.
Being an adult is surprisingly full of a great deal of awkwardness and confusion, too. No one tells you this when you’re a kid, but it’s true. At one of my jobs (yes, a real grownup job in an office in Manhattan, I kid you not) there was a group of women who actively disliked me (actually, dislike is too mild a term for how they felt). Sometimes they’d throw trash over the cubicle walls onto my desk. They bitched about me in the bathroom: “She’s so unprofessional! And her frizzy hair! Did you see who she ate lunch with the other day?” Part of the reason they hated me was because a few of my outfits were a bit, ahem, colorful (rainbow striped tights—whatever, I was CHIC).
Anyway, AWKWARD is a situation with which I am intimately familiar. So when my boss told me I was doing a great job, I gave myself a little mental silver star and got on with my day. If I could have I would’ve pasted stars all over myself and paraded in front of those women, happily giving them a mental eff you as I walked past, but the damn things are notoriously difficult to stick onto fabric. So, whatever. I wore STRIPED TIGHTS instead. I wore those tights a LOT. Every time one of those women grimaced at me I laughed inside (every grimace = a wrinkle later on).
Today I woke up and found a brand new silver star stuck onto the page of Kiss Is A Four-Letter Word at All Romance ebooks (ARe). This means that my book is a bestseller! The little girl in my head jumped up and down and freaked out because she got an STAR!!! on her novel. A star! I haven’t received a star for anything since second grade ended about a zillion years ago. Stars are cool.
Over on BookStrand, I was thrilled to see that Kiss Is A Four-Letter Word is one of the featured bestsellers. It’s like I got a double star! DOUBLE-STARS! Double-stars are seriously awesome. Not everyone gets those stuck on their books.
Double stars are cool, yo.
After that, I clicked on Amazon and found A FIVE STAR REVIEW for Kiss Is A Four-Letter Word. Yes, I can’t emphasize it enough. FIVE. STARS. Dear reviewer: I love you. No, really. I have some stars for you, because you are awesome and now I have extras. *throws some sticky stars at Lisa O*. My favorite part of the review: “…she manages to write with a humor that had me chuckling aloud.”
Honestly, that comment is worth more than five stars. It’s a freaking star cluster. Why? Because the point of writing is to communicate with a reader. With this book I wanted to make my readers laugh and spend an enjoyable few hours with my characters. That comment told me that I’d actually managed to accomplish what I’d wanted. That right there is a GIANT star in the life of a writer. I’m going to have to dig out my rainbow tights and wear them in celebration.
It’s release day! Time to post a ginormous photo of the cover! Time to run around in circles with excitement!
Click on the cover to buy from Evernight Publishing. Click here to read an excerpt.
Menage, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, MMF
Word Count: 40,600
Published By: Evernight Publishing
Description:
What if you met your soul-mates after you crashed your bicycle? Would you recognize them?
For Sherry, the two men who come to her rescue are gorgeous, fun, and delicious to kiss. She forgets all about them until they meet again at a charity-kissing booth. Is it fate? Destiny? Who cares? Eli and Simon are rich, handsome, and eligible. Kissing them is awesome. Watching them kiss each other is even better, but Sherry knows not to take her infatuation too seriously.
However, when she encounters them for a third time at a deserted highway rest stop, the kisses they share leave her breathless and yearning for more. Something is different. Her lust for their lips might be turning into a desire for love and happily ever after, but her secrets may spell disaster. Can Eli and Simon heal her wounded heart? Will they kiss her qualms away?
My first kiss involved a street corner, a dumb blonde (not me, the guy), and a lot of regret (on my part). I’d just gotten off the school bus (I think I was in tenth grade but I was a nerd so give me a break). There were kids everywhere. Trash littered the sidewalk. My mother was just inside the building across the street and she normally stood near the window. The amount of humiliation possible with this particular kiss was EXTREME.
I was nervous. I’d been hinting to the guy for weeks that I was interested but he wasn’t the brightest fork in the drawer. When he finally made his move I was so relieved. . . except the kiss was TERRIBLE. Awful. Unbelievably bad in ways I won’t go into because of the risk of triggering a disturbing traumatic flashback.The guy was cute, but kind of a jerk. I was surprised by this for about three seconds (the time it took me to jerk my head AWAY) then I thought: “Oh yeah, that’s right. Never judge a book by its cover.”
First kisses: ah, what could be more godawful? Um. . . the first thing you ever write. It’s usually utter drivel. Dreck. LAME personified. The first thing I ever put down on paper involved bunnies. And rainbows. Or maybe unicorns. I am still busy repressing those memories.
The only thing that makes it all better is that if you keep at it, it gets better. Years later, the first kiss I shared with my husband was EPIC in its awesomeness. Happily writing works the same way. You keep at it and it gets better.
The very first novel I wrote was The First Time is the Sweetest. I’d written other things but never a full-length novel. To this day, the title makes me giggle a little bit. Virgin heroine and virgin novelist: what synergy! So appropriate! Hilarious! It’s on sale right now at BookStrand (50% off) because they’ve just Retro Released it. I’m really fond of this book. Unlike my first kiss, I have great memories of writing it and releasing it into the world.
Of course, I’ve moved on a bit since then. I’ve had FOUR other books published since then, most recently Love Storm which is still on multiple bestseller lists at BookStrand! Someone gave it a five star rating (thank you unknown reader). And I got to play with weather when I wrote it! The main characters kick ass!
I also have a brand-new novel coming out this Friday. I had a blast writing this one: Kiss Is A Four-Letter Word. There is a scene in this book at a charity kissing booth that makes me squee in hilarity every time I think about it (hot + funny = squee). There are so many first times in this book: first kisses, first realizations, first confessions. Oh and guess what? The heroine in this new novel is a tad inexperienced. She may even be a virgin. . .
Release date May 18, 2012 from Evernight Publishing.
Please welcome Laurie back for an encore of Tantalizing Tuesday! Her latest release is The Pirate Princess. Check it out!
The Pirate Princess buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/laurie-sorensen/
Description:
What does a princess do when she doesn’t want a prince? She escapes the princes grasp, mere hours before he is to win her hand and she becomes a pirate. Travel the open seas with Princess Alvilda as she captains the Cryatus in the 14th century. She and her band of female pirates terrorize the Danish people while keeping just out of reach of the one person she wished to escape, Prince Alf. When he captures her ship and discovers her true identity, will he also capture her icy heart?
Excerpt:
Her mind filled with second thoughts. As soon as she defeated one, another would jump out to worry her. Do I really want to involve Helga? It would be foolish, and dangerous, to escape alone. She glanced at the table still holding the bread and cheese from her midday meal. Will there be enough to eat? I’ll take this bread and cheese and steal more from the kitchen as we leave. She stamped her foot, impatient with herself. I can’t stay here! There are no second thoughts. I have to make good my escape.
She went to the bed and reached beneath it again to bring out a second small leather bag to fill with food. As she stood, her bedroom door swung open long enough to reveal Helga silently motioning to her. One last look around and Alvilda left the room, locking the door behind her.
“Prince Alf has arrived. He wanted to slay the snakes and lizards immediately, but your father persuaded him the hour was too late. He agreed to stay the night and make his attempt at the prize in the morning.” Helga whispered this information as the two of them slipped down the circular stairs and into the corridor leading to the kitchen.
“I want to see him! I want to see if he is the way I remember him from childhood. He was so handsome then, I think I fell in love with him at first sight. His parents brought him for a visit. I believed we were to be betrothed, but father would hear nothing of the sort.”
“You risk too much if you attempt to see him, Princess. What if we are caught?” Helga spoke in hushed tones. “The others are waiting down by the postern gate. Milady, we must leave immediately.”
Alvilda ignored Helga and walked quickly toward the great hall. She simply had to see the Prince. “Just one glimpse, Helga, and I can go.”
Silently she moved down the hall, the shadows obscuring her presence to all save Helga. Standing on tip-toe she peeked through the narrow window and sighed at the sight of Prince Alf. His magnificent body stood outlined by the flickering glow of the fireplace. He had his back to her and she was able to admire the muscles outlined by his tight fitting britches. His hair fell from his shoulders in a brilliant blonde wavy sheen. Her heart pounded when he swung his head to gaze in her direction. Had he seen her? She held her breath, half-fearing discovery and half-excited by the prospect, until he shrugged and went back to staring at the fire.
“Milady, that was too close! He felt you watching him. Please, we need to make haste! The more time we have before the king discovers your escape, the better our chances to be away and not get caught. Do you want to be dragged back here to marry the prince?”
Alvilda’s eyes narrowed and her brow wrinkled. “You know I don’t want to marry anyone. I only wanted to see him. He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” She didn’t wait for Helga’s answer already moving swiftly down the corridor to the kitchen. She paused long enough to fill her leather bag with apples, bread, cheese and a full wine skin.
Making her way down the moonlit path to the postern gate, Alvilda chanced a glance up to the castle towering behind her in the night gloom. She spied her mother watching from her lighted bedroom window. She couldn’t see her mother’s tears so much as feel them deep in the core of her being. The princess touched her heart with her right hand and made to grasp it and throw it to her mother, a sign that her heart would always be with her. Her mother did the same.
Turning back toward the gate, Alvilda faced over a dozen women with their eyes on her, silently waiting for orders.
“Quickly now, no time to dawdle. Our new life begins very soon. I’m taking one of father’s ships, and the faster we move the sooner we can be at sea. If time is on my side, it will be late tomorrow morning before he discovers me gone.”
The women made their way down the cliff side path to the cove holding her father’s two ships. They boarded the smaller of the two because it was closest to the open sea. Besides, with a crew of inexperienced women as sailors, the smaller ship was the wiser choice. When all the women were aboard, Alvilda manned the rudder while the others, including Helga, took up the oars and headed out to sea.
The princess glanced over her shoulder again and imagined her mother still watching from her window. Once more she touched her heart, grasped it and threw it in the direction of the castle. She’d made good her escape. She would be her own woman. She would answer to no one, but she would certainly miss her mother.
Will Alf be angry when he finds me gone? No matter, I’m sure he will quickly get over the loss of me.
“We are well on our way, so keep watch and wake me only if there is no other choice.” Alvilda slipped below decks and found her father’s cabin. Shutting the door, she collapsed on the berth. Before long the heat of the enclosed space had her taking everything she wore off. Confident they would not be followed for some time, Alvilda smiled as she lay on the bed and stretched her naked body over the roughhewn wool cover upon the bed. He certainly was a handsome man, far more handsome than I remember. “Just stop it, he isn’t meant for you, no one is,” she said as she turned over onto her stomach and fell asleep.
His hands caressed her skin, lightly skimming over her back and across her buttocks then down the backs of her legs. Alvilda arched her back; when she did her legs slightly spread open, giving him easier access to the treasure covered in golden curls. One hand slid between her legs and delved into the curls finding her most private parts, the hard little nub hidden from the world. Stroking that tiny button elicited a small moan in the back of her throat. Encouraged, he rubbed harder and Alvilda drew her legs up, bringing herself onto her knees.
Interview:
1. Do you use a pen name? If so, why?
Yes I use a pen name. My real name is Laura McCOmas, and I write under Laurie Sorensen. The reason I use a pen name is to honor my grandfather on my mother’s side. I was born out of wedlock and until age five my last name was Sorensen. My grandfather called me Laurie all the time, so that is how my pen name was born. It is me, before I got to be who I am today.
2. What is your favorite novel that you’ve written? Read?
The favorite novel I have written so far is one that will be coming out in May from Evernight Publishing. “The Pirate Princess” was designed to be a short story that was to go into an anthology about Pirate women before my last publisher closed its doors. Now, I get to expand the story slightly to make it longer and have it a release on its own. I am looking forward to the editing process and the adding of two or three scenes. The favorite book I have read would be anything written by Catherine Coulter. Her imagination is awesome and I count her as one of the main reasons I am published.
3. Does the environment affect your writing (where you live, the seasons, the weather, etc.)?
The environment doesn’t really affect my writing as much as my own mood does. The weather is a minor part of my writing. If it’s cold or rainy outside, I tend to write more, but sometimes I can just curl up on the couch with a good book or movie running in the DVD player instead of writing.
4. Where is your favorite/most bizarre place to have your characters boink?
This question I find funny, because the wedding night in my first book, Ravenwood: Night’s Salvation, takes place in a clearing in the woods on the grounds of the boyhood home of the groom. At this point, that scene is likely the oddest one to this point.
5. Do you base your heroines/heroes on photos of celebrities? If so, who? Include links if you like.
I don’t base my characters on celebrites at all, I base them on people I have known throughout my lifetime. I do, however, try to put celebrities in mind once the characters are written in case someone picks up the book to make a movie out of it…lol…but when I write, my characters just become who they are, because of the people in my life, both past and present.
6. Bonus question! What’s the last thing you ate today?
The last thing I ate today so far has been a handful of Muddy Buddies.
7. Bonus question! Anything you’d like to say.
Writing is like breathing for me. I have self-published one book but only because it had already been published by two other publishers, one of which didn’t renew the contract and the other closed. It is a book one of a series, so I had to re-release it to keep it out there so the others could come out after it. The title of the book is Ravenwood: Night’s Salvation and it can be bought in three different places right now.
Smashwords.com - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/132680
All Romance - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007BQMN24
Ravenwood
Duty, love and passion take flight on the wings of destiny. Compelled by honor and duty, Night Ravenwood leaves the only life he knows to return home after his brother’s death. He’s the new heir to Ravenwood Manor and the Earldom; at home an arranged marriage awaits him with a woman he’s never met. When tragedy strikes the newlywed couple, Night realizes he’s fallen in love with the beautiful Satine, but does she love him in return? Satine vows to make Night see his destiny includes her; meanwhile someone is willing to commit murder to keep them apart. Will love or murder shape the destiny of this love?
Author details:
Laurie’s website: www.lauriesorensen.com
Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Laurie-Sorensen/115077118573644
Author Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/laurie.sorensen3
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/LaurieSorensen
Publisher: www.evernightpublishing.com
The Pirate Princess buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/laurie-sorensen/
The Romance Reviews Erotic Romance Madness Hop is now complete. That is the hat into which I placed the names of those people who came to visit me here in my humble abode. Yes, I used a literal hat to pick the winners. No random number generators or dancing around my computer chanting or any other such nonsense for me, oh no—I went old school! I picked the names from a hat! My new hat; the one that’s supposed to keep the sun off my neck (but I don’t know if it works because I haven’t worn it yet). Drumroll please. . .
The winners of my giveaway are:
Lacey T — winner of the Dream Marked series set!
Sue Sattler — winner of Risk Is A Four-Letter Word!
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