The Magic Mavens

March News

2010-03-07T12:38:00.000-08:00

Hey O!

Life has gotten pretty hectic the last few weeks. The February edition of the news never was posted over here and the March edition was just released today so please forgive our delay. It was my fault. Family stuff has interferred in my work life and I'm so far behind I can see my hind end...Lawsy do I need to loose some weight!

Anyway here are the links to the February and March newsletters!

February

March

See y'all soon!

Huggles
Donica

New Year, New Month

2010-01-04T12:58:00.000-08:00

New newsletter edition!

Interested in keeping up with the Mavens? You can read the January edition of the Magic Mavens Newsletter here

Keep your eyes and ears open and check back here at least once a month for the Mavens newsletter and periodically to keep up with what's happening!

See ya soon!

The Magic Mavens
Find your happily ever after

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

2009-12-22T14:57:00.000-08:00

The Magic Mavens would like to wish you and yours Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukka, or whatever else you may celebrate this season. Here is hoping that you and yours will be happy, healthy, warm (or cool for those in the southern hemisphere) and wise. We're so glad you've spent the past few years with us and look forward to sharing many more to come!

HUGS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

The Magic Mavens

Welcome to December!

2009-12-03T07:24:00.000-08:00

Looks like the weather is already turning bad and from waht was heard in the misery...errr I mean Missouri region it's going to be a bad one. What better time to curl up with an informative and fun newsletter and maybe a book or three by our four wonderful authors?

First, for the newsletter: you can find a copy by clicking here: http://magicmavens.webs.com/MMDec2009.pdf

Many people are giving or receiving ebook readers this holiday season. These readers can be easily loaded with so many fabulous titles to choose from, we hope you'lll add one or two of ours! Why not check out the line up of books the Mavens have to offer? What nicer way to say Merry Christmas than with the gift of reading? You can find all the Mavens' titles listed on their individual websites and most can be purchased from their publishers: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ http://www.samhainpublishing.com/ http://www.thewildrosepress.com/ http://www.bookstrand.com/ http://www.cobblestone-press.com/

Keep warm and KEEP READING!
Hugz
The Magic Mavens

November News

2009-11-09T15:29:00.001-08:00

The Mavens have changed up the way they do their newsletter. The changes include a revamped format and a new website location for newsletter access!

If you'd be interested in reading the November edition of the Magic Mavens Newsletter please follow the following link: http://magicmavens.webs.com/MMNove2009.pdf

Enjoy!
Hugz
The Magic Mavens

Tanabata

2009-07-07T09:23:00.000-07:00

In the July edition of the Magic Mavens newsletter we mentioned several celebrations that occur around the world in month of July. One of those celebratiosn isTanabata. It was inspired by the famous Chinese folklore, The Princess and the Cowherd:

Orihime (Weaving Princess) the daughter of the Tentei (Sky King, or the universe itself) wove beautiful clothes by the bank of the Milky Way (Amanogawa). Her father loved the cloth that she wove and so she worked very hard every day to weave it. However, she was sad that because of her hard work she could never meet and fall in love with anyone.

Concerned about his daughter, Tentei arranged for her to meet Hikoboshi (Cow Herder Star) sometimes called Kengyuu who lived and worked on the other side of the Amanogawa River (Milky Way).

When the two met, they fell instantly in love with each other and were married shortly there after. However, once married, Orihime no longer would weave cloth for Tentei and Hikoboshi allowed his cows to stray all over Heaven.

In anger, Tentei separated the two lovers across the Amanogawa River and forbade them to meet. Orihime became despondent at the loss of her husband and asked her father to let them meet again.

Tentei was moved by his daughter’s tears and allowed the two to meet on the 7th day of the 7th month if Orihime worked hard and finished her weaving. The first time they tried to meet, however, they found that they could not cross the river because there was no bridge.

Orihime cried so much that a flock of magpies came and promised to make a bridge with their wings so that she could cross the river. If it rains, the magpies cannot come and the two lovers must wait till next year.

The following variation of the story is known in China and Japan:

A young farmer named Mikeran discovered on his farm a robe which, unbeknownst to him, belonged to a goddess named Tanabata. Soon after, Tanabata visited Mikeran and asked if he had found it. He lied and told the goddess that he hadn't but would help with her search. Eventually the pair fell in love, were wed and had many children.

However, one day Tanabata noticed a piece of cloth which had once belonged to her robe on the roof of Mikeran's hut. His lie discovered, Tanabata agreed to forgive him on the condition that he weave a thousand pairs of straw shoes, but until that time, she would leave him. Mikeran was unable to weave the shoes in his lifetime and thus never met Tanabata again. However, it is said that the pair meet once a year when the stars Altair and Vega intersect.

In present-day Japan, people generally celebrate this day by writing wishes, sometimes in the form of poetry, on tanzaku, small pieces of paper, and hanging them on bamboo, sometimes with other decorations. The bamboo and decorations are often set afloat on a river or burned after the festival, around midnight or on the next day. This resembles the custom of floating paper ships and candles on rivers during Obon. Many areas in Japan have their own Tanabata customs, which are mostly related to local Obon traditions.

There is also a traditional Tanabata song:

Sasa no ha sara-sara
Nokiba ni yureru
Ohoshi-sama kira-kira
Kingin sunago

Translation:

The bamboo leaves rustle, rustle,
shaking away in the eaves.
The stars go twinkle, twinkle;
Gold and silver grains of sand

Read my Interview

2009-05-24T21:11:00.000-07:00

Hey all, there's a new blog in town and I'm their very first interview. Check it out at the GreenBeez.

Hey there!

2009-05-05T08:33:00.001-07:00

I just wanted to pop over and say hello and let you all know that Becka and I are both participating in a really cool contest. It's called Get Hooked on a Series and it's being sponsored by Moira Rogers. From now until June 1st you can try you hand at winning one of 50 books! Each book is the first book in a series. If you're looking to broaden your horizons author wise then I hope you'll head over there and check out the books being offered!

It couldn't be more simple to enter: go to http://moirarogers.com/?q=node/347 then check out click on the book covers to read blurbs and excerpts. Pick your favorite then scroll down the page and check your choice.

Good luck and have fun!

Hugz!
Donica

ANNOUNCEMENT

2009-04-14T14:44:00.000-07:00

My First Cruise!

2009-03-03T18:32:00.000-08:00

OMG, I highly recommend going on a cruise. I think just about all cruise lines offer the same amenities. I left Galveston Port on the Carnaval Exstacy on Feb 16th and returned on Feb 21st. The entire time, I was pampered and treated like a queen. What a great escape and yes, it did give me more than my fair share of plot ideas.

Every night, they folded the towels to look like cute animals with chocolate pieces for eyes. The food riveled that of the classiest restaurant in town with a variety of flavors to choose from. Every evening, they offered an assortment of entertainment. During the day, you could choose between hanging in the casino, indulging at one of the many bars, laying out in the sun or pampering at the spa. Yeah, I was a wimp. I spent my relax time writing. LOL.

Boarding was a bit tricky for me. I forgot my credit cards and of course we traveled 3 hours to get to the port, so I borrowed my husband's cc. In order to use it, they faxed my husband a form to fill out that he faxed back. That was the only glitch in my entire trip so I was happy. I roomed with the travel agent that booked our package. This was a promotional trip for the magazine I work for. She was full of information and a joy to be with.

The next day I spent prowling the ship and getting accustomed to things. I bought one of those wrist bands to wear to prevent seasickness, and it worked like a charm.

Tuesday we docked at the Yucatan Peninsula. I'd booked an excursion to the Uxmal ruins and had a most enjoyable experience. At this Mayan city, they did not practice human sacrifice as they did in other Mayan cities. And no, the world is not ending in 2012 because the Mayan calendar is ending. The Mayans set their calendar to fit a pattern of rotation and in 2012, the rotation will end to begin anew. What a great relief. *Grin*

Can you find the iguana?

The next day, we docked at Cozumel. I was scheduled for two events, a driving tour or Cozumel and a submarine trip 100 feet down. The driving tour was very pleasant. I hooked up with an older man who needed a "photo" buddy. He had me take all sorts of photos of him in various places. At one point in time, he asked if I knew what he planned for those photos. "Why no, I don't believe I do." He replies, "I'm gonna keep a few for myself but the rest I'm sending to my ex-wife so she can see what she's missing. I invited her along so she could pay for the trip but she refused." Too funny.

On this excursion, we stopped at a tequila plant, a small operation but fascinating. It takes 10 years before the blue agava is ready for harvest and the fruit or pineapple as it's called is unbelievably large. After that tour, we were invited to sample shots of flavored tequila. I came home with coffee and almond flavored tequilas.

We finished the tour and our guide dropped us off at downtown Cozumel with instructions to return to the van by 1:30. What!? My submarine trip started at 1:30. Needless to say, after a very tasty lunch, I had to catch a cab. I told him my group met at the end of the pier but no, he drops me at the submarine place. So, I walk three blocks and try to find the pier. No such luck. Now one could tell me how to get back there. So - I ran back to the submarine place, went inside and told them what happened. The guide there said my group was looking for me, decided I wasn't coming and were trying to sell my ticket. Anyway, he cleared things up with them and that group walked the distance to meet at the submarine place. Go figure. Anyway, the dive was perfect and the underwater scenery, breathtaking. I took a ton of photos with the expectation that none would come out with my little point and click, but I was pleasantly surprised.

The following day, Friday, I talked myself into indulging. I had my first facial and Swedish massage. OMG. So, well worth the mula and yes, I'll be repeating that experience as soon as I can round up the extra bucks. We returned home at 8:00AM the following morning. Ah, well. Back to reality.

New Release - Breaking All The Rules

2009-02-16T10:34:00.001-08:00

I'm excited to announce a new release. Breaking All The Rules is an erotic short story, published by Carnal Passions.

Because of the level of heat in this story, I'm not going to post an excerpt, instead if you'd like to read an excerpt, visit my website. (grins)

Enjoy!

~Phyllis~

I've been TAGGED

2009-01-17T18:43:00.000-08:00

Celia Yearny, a wonderful author friend who has a new release out called All My Hopes and Dreams just tagged me. She came to a book signing we had in San Marcus and was our number one promoter and this before her book was out. What a doll.

Anyway, I'm supposed to list six things that make me happy. Geez, that shouldn't be too hard. I'm always happy, well most always.

My six things: 1. My hubby. He's the most wonderful man and buys me flowers all the time just because. Gotta love that.
2. My two children, both in college and both loving to try my patience, but watching them grow has been one of my greatest joys.
3. Dancing two-step at the Hall of Fame on Thursday night.
4. Chocolate. I confess, I'm addicted.
5. Writing yummy heroes and complicated plots.
6. Going on interviews for a local magazine and discovering all sorts of fun folks.

So now I get to tag six more folks:

Candace Morehouse
Big Mike Davis
Regan Taylor
Kim Lenox
Sharon Cullen
Rebecca Savage

Rules: Link to the person who tagged you (http://magicmavens.blogspot.com/)Write down six things that make you happy. Post these rules. Tag six others. Notify me that you've tagged six others--or not.

Best Review EVER

2009-01-15T21:43:00.000-08:00

Celestial Dragon was my first published book and came out in June of 2006. Two and a half years old and it's still generating awesome comments and reviews but this one is special. Why? First because it was unsolicited and second because he obviously enjoyed the book very much. Check out the ebookguru.org for the complete review. In the meantime, enjoy a brief snippet from Trevas:

"I’ve read and reviewed some books from big name authors in the past couple months. If you read through my reviews, I’ve posted my thoughts on books from the likes of Terry Brooks, George R.R. Martin, and Mercedes Lackey. Here’s the thing though - Ciara Gold’s Celestial Dragon blows all of them away as far as reading enjoyment is concerned.

From the second page on I was hooked. I was drawn into the story, and not only was I prompted to read the book through in one sitting (as an avid read I do often do that if I find a good book), I also bought the next book in the series the next day. Really, the only thing that disappointed me is that there isn’t yet a third and fourth book in the series!"

I confess, this is a duplicate post to another blog I'm on. What can I say? I was just thrilled with this review.

SOS

2009-01-15T07:46:00.000-08:00

I'm blogging today at the Shades of Suspense blog. Hope you'll stop by and say hello!

Hugz
Donica

Nominated for Best Historical

2009-01-05T21:50:00.000-08:00

I just had to share. Love Romances Cafe nominated Kaitlin's Silver Lining as one of their best historicals for 2008. I'm floored. Really. Voting will be on their loop site in the polls section. There are a ton of great authors and stories listed there, so I hope you'll take a moment to browse through and vote.

Kisses Of Fire - on sale now for only $2

2009-01-01T10:46:00.001-08:00

Yes, you read it right. My short story, Kisses Of Fire was just released today, and is only $2.00!!!!! Unbelieveable, I know!

She needs money for her bar, he seeks incriminating evidence to close her. Will the auction be the key, or will her kisses turn his loins to fire?

Cassidy O’Malley needs money to save her bar…hoping auctioning off her waitresses and herself for a night of pleasure might do the trick. How can she protect her heart when a gorgeous hottie bids on her and all she wants to do is kiss him…endlessly.

Mark Carrington is on a mission—to find some incriminating evidence to help his father close down the bar. For years, the Carrington’s have tried to get this land from the O’Malley’s, and Mark is determined to win. But when he gets to know the sexy co-owner he wants more than the bar. He wants her body and soul.

**excerpt**
“Do I hear six hundred and fifty?” Joan called out. No more bids were voiced, just the cat-calls and whistles from the horde of anxious men.

“Okay, six hundred going once. Going twice...”

“One thousand dollars.”

The voices in the room silenced. Gasps and clinking glasses were the only sounds. Cassidy pressed her hand to her chest. All heads turned to the voice on the other side of the room.

Joan waved her hand. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t see you. Would you mind standing and repeating that bid?”

The man rose and the scraping of the chair’s wooden legs echoed through the suddenly silent bar. Cassidy recognized the wannabe cowboy who’d ogled her so openly when she’d first entered. Why would a man so gorgeous want to bid that high on her?

Even from across the room, she could spot a drunk, and this particular hunk was not one of them. So why did he bid that amount? His blank expression didn’t tell her anything about what he expected. Yet, by the heated gleam in his earlier gaze, she figured she already knew.

“I said, I bid one thousand dollars.”

Joan laughed. “Sold, to the gentlemen in the corner.” She motioned her hand. “You can come and collect your prize.”

Cass swallowed a lump of fear, yet anticipation rose in her chest. Suddenly, an image popped into her mind of her and this man in a lover’s embrace while his mouth moved passionately over hers flashed through her head.

Impossible! She would definitely not let that one happen.

The man swaggered toward her. Damn, even his walk was sexy. All he needed was cowboy boots and a hat. He still looked too business-style for that.

Keeping his focus on her, he stopped at the bar and handed a wad of bills to Joan. Her cousin didn’t hesitate to take the money, even giggled once the bills were in her grasp. That was when Mr. Cowboy Wannabe smiled, and it was all for Cassidy. Her knees melted. She scolded her body. He could try and charm her all he wanted, but now she knew his plans and she was not going to let him win!

He reached out to her. She really didn’t want to go with a man who thought she was a hooker, but her body didn’t listen to her panicked mind, and she slipped her hand into his. Warmth from his body speared through her, creating havoc like she’d never known. Her throat turned dry, but her blood pumped faster and hotter through her veins, yet she followed him as he guided her down the stairs and to his table.

Too many people in the bar doused any idea of their first meeting to be private, and Cassidy was now pleased with the auction’s great attendance.

He pulled out her chair. Her jaw dropped as she sat. Where was he from? Nobody did that any longer.

The grin stayed on his face as he sat across from her. “Would you like a drink?”

She shook her head, planning to deny, but found herself answering, “Yes.” Damn her lonely hide.

He chuckled and signaled to one of the bartender. She didn’t take her attention off the stranger to see which one of her cousins served them.

“What would you like?” the strange man asked.

For you to go away. “White wine.” Now where in the hell did that answer come from? She didn’t want to drink with him, and she definitely didn’t want to drink something with alcohol. But his sensuality disturbed her. She didn’t know how to handle her dizzy feelings.

He turned to the server and nodded. “You heard the lady.” Linking his fingers, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Well, Cassidy Hilarion, what have you planned for our date tonight?”

To escort you home and make you take a cold shower. She knew what he wanted.

She swallowed hard. “Are you going to introduce yourself?”

“I’m Mark Carey.”

“Well, Mark Carey, I thought we’d start out with dinner tonight.” The audible squeak in her voice horrified her and she cleared her throat.

He grinned. “And how do you plan to end the date?”

Dumping ice down your pants.

To purchase ebook ($2 only!!) - click here

I hope everyone had a great New Years! I know my year is starting out great already!!

~Phyllis~

Fairwell RWA...for now

2008-12-06T15:13:00.000-08:00

Today was my last RWA chapter meeting, and I left with mixed emotions. I've been part of RWA for approx ten years, and I've enjoyed every year. Two years ago I was President of my chapter, and before that I volunteered in other positions. I've always helped with the contests, and this year I coordinated three categories. YIKES! That was a challenge, but I made friends along the way and had fun. Today in my chapter meeting, I was presented the "Service Award". It brought tears to my eyes. I wasn't expecting that. What an honor! And it makes it harder to leave my friends and the ladies in this group.

Every month in our chapter meeting, we're given treats if we finish a book, or if we are rejected by a publisher or agent. (yes, treats because we are working toward our goals!) This month I was proud to raise my hand to both. I was able to finish a book - my first ghost story called Love Only Once. As soon as my crit group finishes with this, I'm sending it to an agent who has already shown interest. (grins)

I realized today, that if I hadn't been with Romance Writers of American, I might not have had the courage to keep plugging away. I wouldn't have dusted myself off after those awful rejections and keep querying other stories and other publishers / agents. Being with other writers has helped me tremendously. If you're not with a writer's group, I highly encourage you to join one. Nobody else knows your sorrows or your joys relating to writing. It's totally worth it!

~Phyllis~

My Short is Up

2008-11-19T20:43:00.001-08:00

For those of you that have read Kaitlin's Silver Lining, I have a short holiday story that will be posted Thursday, November 20 at the Writer's Vineyard. This story involves two of the secondary characters, Luke and Charlie. And while you're there, take a gander at some of the other awesome stories and excerpts and enter several wonderful contests.

A new Contract!

2008-11-13T21:38:00.000-08:00

Whoop! I just heard back from my publisher and they offered a contract for my Viking Time Travel! Very exciting. Of course, I can't read the word documents they sent because this computer doesn't have word but I should have my computer issues solved by this weekend I hope. I'll keep you updated on a release date.

Do you like Free Stories

2008-11-02T09:22:00.000-08:00

For Holiday Book Lovers Only

Leave the gloom and doom of today's newspaper headlines behind and
escape into a celebration of the holidays with The Writer's Grapevine.

Every day during November and December on the Writer's Grapevine,
an excerpt or original short story from a favorite author will be
shared. These favorite authors range from New York Times
Bestsellers to brand new, about-to-be-discovered talent, sharing
their tales of romance, science fiction, mystery, and horror. There
will be Thanksgiving turkeys, Kwanzaa love, dead bodies under the
Christmas tree, and stolen New Year's Eve kisses. My short story will post
on November 20.

Of course, what would a holiday celebration be without presents?

Share your favorite holiday memories and enter to win a gorgeous UK
hardcover of Eloisa James' An Affair Before Christmas.

Do you love holiday shows and movies? Tell us about them and you
could win a copy of A Christmas Wedding Wager and a copy of either
Viking Warrior Unwilling Wife or A Question of Impropriety from
Michelle Styles.

Did we miss a great book? Perhaps yours? Name your favorite
holiday book (even if it is your own) and enter to win a prize pack
from Barbara Baldwin and an ecopy of Linda LaRoque's Forever
Faithful.

Get into the holiday spirit. Drop by the Writer's Grapevine
and join the fun.

I got tagged!

2008-10-04T20:03:00.000-07:00

One of my best friends, Phyllis Campbell, tagged me. She's been my critique partner for years and a fabulous writer and one of the magic mavens! So now, I need to think of 6 things about myself and share with you all.

1. I have the most wonderful family in the world. Both kids are now in college and make me proud each and everyday. My husband is my soulmate and my best friend. And my mother, she's golden. She's my best promoter.

2. I can count the number of jobs I've had on both hands and then some. I've been a babysitter, a waitress, a janitor (for a church), a sales clerk for art supplies, a sales clerk for fabric, a dental assistance (one of my more interesting endeavors), a receptionist, a librarian, a teacher, an artist, an editor, and a writer.

3. I keep the website for two organizations; Northwest Houston RWA and Brazos Valley Art Education Association.

4. I'm hopelessly addicted to chocolate but I'm trying to wean myself. (Of course you couldn't tell by the amount I consumed today, though)

5. When it comes to art, I'm a sponge for new ideas and media, but my favorite medium is printmaking.

6. I"m a great cook. My daughter wants me to open a restaurant. Sheesh, I could do that in my spare time. No worries. My favorite dish to eat is shish kabobs, but my favorite to cook is stuffed pork chops with mash potatoes, stewed apples and pumpkin pie.Yum

So now I need to pick six people to tag. So ....

Kimber Chin has to be my idol right now. She has the energy of three people and is one of the most positive people you'll ever meet. On top of that, she's a wonderful writer. I LOVED Breach of Trust.

Vicki Gaia is one of my crit partners and a great friend. She writes fabulous stories which rich backgrounds. I love her work.

Rayka Mennen is one of my dearest friends and a great crit partner. I love the way she weaves a story together and I wish she'd hurry up and write more!

Linda LaRoque has a fabulous story in progress that I've had the honor of critiquing. I can't wait for her to finish it. And she has a book coming out soon called Forever Faithful.

Diana Castilleja is a member of the Texas Authors of Romantic Fiction and dynamite on wheels. I adore her for the efforts she makes on our behalf and she's also a talented writer.

Linda Mooney is another member of Texas ARF and an inspiration. Like me, she teaches school and still finds time to be a multi-published author of romantic fiction. I enjoy her work as she writes fabulous stories.

Donica Covey is another talented writer who was the instigator of the Magic Mavens. She's a great friend who keeps us all organized and on track with our newsletter.

Becka Goings amazes me with her ability to promote. Her books consitantly get great reviews and sell well.

PS. There were a ton of authors I would have liked to have tagged but Phyllis nabbed up three of the ones I'd chosen and Ginger Simpson had already been tagged and I couldn't find a website for Rebecca Savage. The others don't blog.

Becka's Birthday Bash

2008-10-03T23:12:00.001-07:00

Hello everyone! If you've been following my books for the past few years, you might know I hold an annual birthday party for myself every year. :) It's called Becka's Birthday Bash, and it lasts for an entire week, the week of my birthday, October 9th.

This year, it will be held from Oct. 6th to Oct. 10th on my author loop, The Magic of Romance. I will be posting excerpts, posting fun facts, fun questions, holding contests and giving away sweet wrapped "mystery" birthday gifties. :D If you'd like to come and partay with me, you can join my group at:

http://groups.google.com/group/themagicofromance

The best part is, all of my author friends are coming as well! (Well, most of them. :P) You'll be reading their excerpts and entering their contests as well! So it won't just be a Becka Bonanza. :D

I'll be giving away some sweet prizes - you don't want to miss it!

Remember, Oct. 6th thru Oct. 10th, Monday through Friday of next week. Hope to see you there!

http://groups.google.com/groups/themagicofromance

~~Becka

Booksigning in San Marcus Texas

2008-10-01T19:12:00.000-07:00

Hope to see some of you there! This was originally scheduled for September 13, but Ike had different plans for Texas. Man, what a storm. We were quite lucky because we suffered very little damage or ill effects from the hurricane but our neighbors all around us, and I do mean all around, weren't so lucky. We had power but the smaller towns that border us to the east, south, west and north were without power for a week.

Oh, and I have an interview up at Abandoned Towers. Too fun.

I have a new cover & book trailer!

2008-09-27T12:09:00.001-07:00

I'm excited to show everyone my new book cover. The Wild Rose Press really did a great job finding the right pics for this story. I'm very impressed!

~~~
Is she the goddess Artemis?

Phoebe Alphius, daughter of the governor of Turkey, was told at the tender age of ten that she was the goddess Artemis, reincarnated. Yes, she has the silver-blonde hair of the goddess, and she has the bold personality and hunts better than any of her brothers. Does that mean she is Artemis? All these years people have treated her different, and she’s tired of it. She wants a normal life. She wants to find love. But just as Artemis, she’s going to die a virgin. Unless she dresses as her maid and sneaks out of the palace and ventures into the marketplace...

Captain Barrington Winston, Marquis of Cantbury, knows Turkey will be the last country he visits to do his trading before returning to England to his dying father. But when a beautiful servant girl catches his eye, he’s drawn to her. He doesn’t understand why, but he enjoys the way his loins heat up whenever she touches him. He must have this woman before he leaves...or forever. Whatever it takes.
~~~

I also have a book trailer for this. It's PERFECT! Check it out - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkWQZMw_OUQ

~~Phyllis~~

Announcing a Blog Train - chance to win 16 Books

2008-09-07T13:41:00.000-07:00

Get Your Ticket for the Blog Train Excursion
Want to win a 'virtual' basket of books? Who wouldn't want SIXTEEN of the best ebooks available. All you need to do is to visit Ginger Simpson's blog for the start of the Blog Train Excursion on Monday, September 8th.

The contest will actually be a blog scavenger hunt. You'll link from site to site and find hidden words to put together and form a famous quote. Make sure to mark your calendar and come join in the fun. If this turns out well, Ginger will do it again next month as she already have a list of authors wanting to participate.

And the best yet is that I'm one of the featured authors on this scavenger hunt. Yep, I get to bring up the caboose. LOL.

First Week Blues

2008-08-27T18:04:00.000-07:00

This is the middle of my first week back at school. I'm exhausted, but at the same time exilerated. School is such a pivotal point for so many.

Turning points in my life revolve around school. Think about it. First there's kindegarten and that very, very first day. The nerves, the stomach aches, recess, storytime, and naptime. Why don't they have naptime in the older grades? But going to school marked the beginning of independence from our parents.

Junior high marked the start of "going together." The first time we took a look at the opposite sex and didn't think they were gross. In my day, the big thing was to trade ID bracelets. When that happened, you were seriously going together. Of course, in most cases, it didn't last past a week but still... We also started taking a keener interest in fashion and make-up and girly-girl stuff.

High School, the part of our lives that most of us would never ever want to repeat and yet, it's the part of my school career I remember most; the bad and the good. I enjoyed a bit of rebellion, though for the most part, I was pretty tame as a teen. I learned to perform before large groups, I volunteered time at the hospital and I excelled in school. But I failed miserably at relationships as I was too shy to attract the attentions of a boyfriend. Probably for the best. I think I could have easily fallen in the category of "follower" and could have been led astray by the right guy. Ah, the follies of youth.

College marked another turning point as I moved out of the house and came into my own. Met my first DH and earned a degree. But I didn't "find" myself until I returned to college three years after earning my first degree to get certified to teach.

Now, each year begins in August for me and not January because time is marked by the school calendar. I look at each new face and wonder what trial they will face, what challenges and successes. Life is ever evolving.

Even for those that don't teach, their lives are ruled by the school calendar if they have school=age children. And again, pivotal moments revolve around school as they watch their children grow and mature. Gotta love the cycle of life.

Scared crapless!

2008-08-23T09:41:00.000-07:00

About a month ago, a writing group out of Utah asked me if I'd like to give a workshop at their big conference Sept. 12 & 13. My hotel stay would be paid for (even though it's only a 30 minute drive!), my meals, and the registration fee. I couldn't pass this up! BUT...my workshop had to be on research since I'm a historical author. (biting nails) I don't know why, but I'm scared crapless! I don't know what to talk about. I don't know what kind of handouts to get for them. And my workshop has to be 50 minutes long. AUGH!!

What's really worrying me is the agent I'd like an appointment with. I checked out her website, and she is looking for historical ROMANCE authors! OMG! This could be my lucky break! But...what if she comes to my workshop and thinks I suck? That is not a good image to have. I'm only given ten minutes to pitch to this agent, and I have three stories I could pitch, too! "Excuse me, agent, but can we meet for drinks later tonight and talk?" LOL

So the weeks are counting down, and here I sit biting my nails and getting an ulcer because I really don't know how to go about talking research. My workshop is titled "Digging Up The Past".

Any suggestions are appreciated!!

~Phyllis~

Review for Tides of Maryna's Love

2008-08-22T08:24:00.001-07:00

I just had to drop in and brag! I received my first review for Tides of Maryna's Love! I'm so thrilled with it. See this morning started out completely sucking and then I find this email with the review link and it brightened my day.

Here are some snippets from what Orange Blossom from Long and Short Reviews had to say:

" If you enjoy classic television from the likes of Bewitched, then this is the tale for you..."

"With all the dark paranormal romantic fiction out there today, I found this lighthearted and sweetly written book refreshing..."

"I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. It was a complete delight and just perfect for these late summer afternoons."

To read the review in its entireity pleas head over to Long and Short Reviews

Have a great weekend!
Hugz
Donica

Managing Time?

2008-08-06T18:55:00.000-07:00

(Disclaimer, I confess to posting this on another blog also, but still, it really makes me think)

I always complain during the school year that I have no time, but I have come to realize that maybe that's not true. I manage my time better during the school year and get more accomplished than when I have the time I crave. Ya, I feel like I've piddled this summer away.

Egads, I start back to regular work in a week and a half. OMG, have I accomplished what I wanted. Well - no. I accomplished more than I give myself credit for but still. I think when you have more time, you tend to procrastinate more. When you have a full schedule, there's no room for internet solitaire, lunch with buddies or watching TV.

Okay, so what did I accomplish while off for the summer:

1. 9 days in Paris (that was a biggy and food for all sorts of plot ideas)
2. 25,000 words on my sequel to Celestial Dragon (my goal was to finish it. I'm at 35,000 words now with about 35,000 more to write. I don't see it getting finished by the time I return to work)
3. 60,000 words of rewrites on the Viking Time Travel (it was already completely written at 100,000. It just needs a LOT of work)
4. Queried the Viking TT - I'll let you know in about 2 weeks if it's a go or if I have to shop it around.
5. Edited about 10 stories for the community magazine and wrote 3.
6. Painted 15 megaphones with tigers
7. Attended a day conference for school
8. worked about 80 hours on a project for school.

So maybe I did more than I thought but still, for every hour I worked, I piddled away twice that many or I'd have finished that sci-fi by now. Drats!

Anyone else procrastinate when you have more time to kill?

Back from vacation--sort of

2008-08-04T08:21:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone! Well, my intention was to come in and tell you what a wonderful vacation I had. I’d been looking forward to this all year. And it was an amazing week. Truly. We spent the days swimming, ATVing and hiking, the nights on night drives hunting for animals to try and take pictures of.

My updates will be a little off for a while. During the trip, Friday (almost the end of our vacation) my dad, my best friend, her son and I headed off for one of our three hour ATV rides. We were headed down a steep grade into a washed out creek bed.

I remember stopping long enough to look at the grade and find the best way to cross the bank—then things went black and then I was sitting on the ground next to my father in more pain than I’ve ever known in my life—and I’ve had two kids!

I can’t remember the accident no matter how hard I try. My best friend and my father have tried to fill in the blanks for me but nothing registers. I do remember them saying “I thought she was dead.”

So, here is what happened, to the best of my knowledge:

My best friend saw me do two things she’d never EVER seen me do before: fail to counter balance and stick out my leg. Counter balance is just what it sounds like, you’re going on a slope you lean away from the middle, the sloped side, to give your bike/ATV a counter weight. As to sticking out the leg, that’s an absolute no-no no matter if you’re riding an ATV or a motorcycle. You’re foot can get crushed if the bike flips on it’s side.

Anyway we figured out that my shoe/foot either got hung on an uproot or the strap got caught in the brake, so I pulled out my leg to try and free my foot. By focusing on this I must’ve been distracted from the fact I needed to counter balance.

The ATV went down forward first, I was thrown into the side mirror. Then I flipped off the back and side of the bike when the creek bank crumbled under the tire. I hit the rocks, bounced upward, but had been knocked out because I collapsed just before the bike slid down the embankment. The back in crashed down by my head so close the tire ended up on my hat.

My head was between the back tires. Because my hat had been pinned on the underside and the way the bike came crashing down, AND because of where my head had been just seconds before, my friend and my dad were sure I’d been killed by 600 pounds of heavy metal.

Where we were, there was no way of a rescue squad getting in to me. There was no way a truck, even a 4 wheel drive, could get down there. The trees were too tall, so the helicopter was out. (I have special insurance that covers rescue choppers—I’m a die hard rider :D)

I do remember my best friend asking how they were going to get me out. My dad said “She’s going to have to ride out.” K’s face was so funny, kind of a mask that seemed to say “Have you lost your freakin’ mind?!?!?!”

There was also a suggestion of leaving one of the bikes down there and someone coming back for it. My father discounted this; there really was no one else. My grandfather is as tough as most anyone I know, but he couldn’t have made that ride.

So I rode the ATV out. We were only halfway through the ride but I was told it still took us almost three hours. They had to stop occasionally for me to rest. The ride out is a massive blur. I do remember some things, but for the most part…well, not so much. We reached one point and my dad said we would be reachable by first response or a rescue squad and he asked if I wanted one—apparently I said no. Again, don’t remember this conversation.

We got to my grandparents house, Granny was a little freaked. K went down to my trailer to swap out an ATV for my truck then we loaded me into the truck and made the hour drive to the nearest hospital.

I was immediately taken in, x-rayed and the staff was stunned to find I hadn’t broken a single bone. They put a temporary cast on my foot because the muscles, ligaments and tissues were pretty mangled. My shoulder felt dislocated, but it was only severe muscle bruising.

On Saturday, I came hobbling out of the trailer and was riding the ATV around again. I was afraid I would be too scared to ride again and I felt I had to get on again. There were some patches I did indeed panic but I’m sure that will fade in time.

Then I got my hillbilly shower andf it felt wonderful. What’s a hillbilly shower? Well, take a garden hose and…I hear you laughing but honestly, it works! I got up, put on a swimsuit and pair of shorts, wrapped a garbage bag around my cast and secured it with duct tape—yes, it does fix anything! Then after wetting down with the hose, simply scrub up. After I finished soaping up, my best friend riunsed me off then washed my hair. I accomplished two tasks: cleaned my body AND washed my clothes, LOL. She also took tons of pictures of my heavily bruised body.

I ended up staying alone that night while my best friend, my dad and her little boy went on the night drive together. But, my grandparents came down to visit with me for a few minutes. They wanted to see for themselves I was all right.

Sunday morning I woke up and found I couldn’t move. Not an inch without excruciating pain. I hurt in places I didn’t know I had, or at least hadn’t seen in a LONG while. Sunday was the day we were supposed to pack up and load most of our stuff. Because I couldn’t move even if the place was on fire, my best friend did it all, with the help of her son. (Nick is an amazing kid! Not only did he insist on going to the hospital with us to make sure I was really all right, he helped wait on me. Whatever I needed he more than willingly got for me!)

Monday we did the final load and headed for home. I was absolutely miserable the entire drive. We stopped at Mammoth Springs park—if your ever in that area don’t miss this place! It’s AMAZING! I missed the walk around the dam this time around, but take my word for it, you won’t regret stopping by there.

But by the time we got home all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die.

It’s been over a week now. My foot is still massively swollen and the pain gets to be almost unbearable at times. My arm still doesn’t function the way it’s supposed to, but it is getting better.

Friday I went from the orthopedist to the Wal-Mart super center for grocery shopping. Came home in tons of pain. Saturday mom came and got me. We went to Wal-Mart with my Daughter in law and my little punkin face Alyx. Came back in tons of pain. Sunday my daughter drove us to church—16 + learners permit = Mom’s heart attack. We made it in one piece. My brother and his wife and their sons arrived and after services we all went out to eat, then DD drove us home to change and over to mom’s to visit for a while. Then she asked if we could go to, ready? Wait for it…steady…Wal-Mart. It was tax free weekend and she wanted to get some clothes and school supplies. I couldn’t go shopping again if I had to. So she and my brother went.

I even jumped on the back of the ATV yesterday and rode up my street. This was a big mistake. Today I’m sore and my shoulder is cursing me again. I’ll learn, eventually. Maybe. I do have to start taking it easy, letting my body heal and that sort of thing. Today is the day I’m going to do absolutely nothing. Again, maybe.

I am glad the accident happened at the end of the vacation. I’d have been so miserable the entire week! Plus, because of the accident my dad took K and Nick on the night drives and they got to see a wild boar and several deer as opposed to the dozens of bats and one rattlesnake we saw the entire week until that point.

And that’s how I spent my summer vacation. Fun, huh? Well, now that you know where I’ve been youi’ll understand when I say, I wont’ be updating for a while. I’m going to give my arm and leg rest time. If I stay still I’ll recover quicker, I just wanted to let you all know why I haven’t been on before now.

See you all in a few days!
Hugz
Donica

Montematre

2008-07-22T10:37:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's been almost three weeks since I returned from Paris. And like always, being there feels surreal, like a dream. Before I forget it all, though, I thought I'd post about our last real day in Paris. Sunday we decided to head for Montematre, a tall hill near the north center of Paris. The view was wonderful, btw. We took the funiculaire, a moterized pod from the bottom to the top, otherwise we would have had to walk a ton of stairs. We still had to walk stairs to reach the church. The church or Basilique du Sacre Coeur (Church of the Sacred Heart) was beautiful and everyone was very respectfully quiet inside. Afterwards, we went to Salvidor Dali's museum. It was expensive for the the amount of work we saw but I still enjoyed it as I'm a huge Dali fan. The museum housed lesser known works and a lot of his sculptures. Next, we found a wonderful restaurant tucked away under the hill and learned to drink lemonade with fitz (kinda like carbonating our drinks but oh, so much better.)A trip down the Seine finished off the day.

unscheduled day in Paris

2008-07-13T12:02:00.000-07:00

Friday morning and afternoon was an unsheduled day and my mom, daughter and I decided we had gained enough experience using the subway system that we could navigate Paris on our own without following the large group about. I also confused this day with our day at Chenonceau and Chambord as we actually did this day before that one. Oh well. We still had fun.
So, the first thing we did was walk/subway to the Eiffel tower. It opened at 9:00AM and we got there about 9:30 which was great timing. The lines were just forming so we only had about a 15 minute wait. We elected to go to just the second level. Tickets for the very top were a bit steep and Casey and I are both wusses when it comes to heights. And the second level was perfect. We had a great view of Paris from there. After the Eiffel tower we headed for the Musée D'Orsay and the Musée D'Orange. Both were incredible. Musée D'Orsay housed impressionism and post-impressionism so we saw work by Seurat, Monet, Renoir, Degas and others. As it was lunch time, we found a cafe on the top floor that had great food. We then went outside on the terrace that was on the 6th floor and had another great view of Paris. The Musée D'Orange houses Monet's large waterlily paintings.

After this, we decided to visit the Petit Palais which had no admission charge. Wow! I fell in love with the architecture and courtyard. It housed as much artwork as some of the art museums we'd paid good money for.

By this time we were exhausted so we decided to head back to the hotel before having to meet our group for dinner. But, by the time we missed out bus stop and backtracked, we really didn't have time to rest as we'd hoped. We had a wonderful dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe, so my daughter was very happy.

My favorite day in Paris - Chateau hopping

2008-07-09T21:13:00.000-07:00

This was a special day. For a little extra, the tour took us to two chateaus, Chenonceau and Chambord. I loved them both but I think of the two, Chambord was my fave. The first picture is one of Chenonceau. The bus took us to Chenonceau first which is close to Tours, France, and west of Paris. The two-hour drive was very pretty and we saw a variety of countryside. Certain parts reminded me of the drive through West Texas through Amarillo. My German neighbors are so funny. They were very insistent that France has no castles. Yep, they're called chateaus but they sure look like castles to me. Both buildings were massive and the grounds beautifully sculpted.

Though a bit dark these pictures are of the kitchen. Yep, I took lots of the kitchen but what can I say. I was snapping them from a writer's perspective. Notice the fancy pulley system they had for turning the spit. There was a weight hanging outside the window to keep it in place.

Next we went to Chambord. After a wonderful lunch at Chenonceau of course. Chambord had this stairway that was a double helix. Fascinating. And almost all of these buildings had either painted ceilings or vaulted ceilings. I'm even going to include a photo of the "hunting" room with the largest deer blind I've ever seen.

A day at Versailles and Monet's Home

2008-07-07T14:31:00.000-07:00

Day three was perhaps one of my favorite days. We started out with a bus trip to Monet's house in Giverny. The weather was simply gorgeous and the scenery en route, a treat for the eye. Giverny, itself, is a very quaint village hidden among tall, lush trees. I spent more time snapping pictures of Monet's garden than I did of his house.

After taking in the sights and getting lost trying to find the parking lot with our bus, we headed for Versailles. Located west of Paris, the estate of the late King Louis XIV is quite impressive. Called the Chateau of Versailles, it's more like a castle. I can't begin to tell you how large this area is. The chateau is a wonderful example of French architecture while the grounds remain beautifully sculpted.

Day Two in Paris

2008-07-05T10:00:00.001-07:00

We woke up early and ready to get start on our sight-seeing adventure. Nabila, our guide, told us that breakfast would be at 7:15, but we were in the lobby and ready to eat at 7:00 AM. The hostess for the dining area waved us away, communicating in sign language that she wouldn't be ready to serve until 7:15. Not even coffee! So, we waited and she came and got us when she was ready.

The morning was spent on a bus, sight-seeing. He drove us everywhere and let us get out to take pictures now and then. My daughter, was sick the entire trip which made it hard to enjoy everything, but she was a real trooper and never complained. One of the places we stopped was Notre Dame and oh my, the architecture is simply wonderful.

I'm posting some of the pictures I took on our walking tour including the one of the ambulence strike. Yep, the first day was the taxi strike but this day was the ambulence drivers's day to strike. That evening we ate at a greek restaurant and it was very tasty. We got back to the hotel around 9:00 PM and crashed.

Once Jilted is now in PRINT!

2008-07-02T11:10:00.000-07:00

Once Jilted is now available in print version. Whoop! Not only that, but I also saw where two more of my westerns are available in print. I'm so thrilled!

Blurb:

How many times will an orphan be cast aside before someone offers love?

Shauna Joyce has three weeks to find a husband or face watching a special little girl fall into the hands of loveless parents. An orphan herself, she knows the heartache of growing up without love. Armed with a need greater than her own, she finds a likely candidate in bridge-builder, Kane McKenna.

Kane McKenna has one goal; to finish the bridge he’s erecting so he can earn the capital needed to start a business of his own. A wife and child would drain his finances, so when Shauna Joyce proposes marriage, he balks at the idea. Will her determination be enough to build the bridge of trust needed to make him trade one dream for another?

Excerpt:

“You plan to have the babe out of wedlock?” Kane scratched his head.

She looked skyward and gritted her teeth. Was the man dense? “Can you stop walking? It’s hard to talk to you at this pace.”

He slowed but continued to walk. “Daylight’s a wasting and I’ve got a deadline.”
“Will you at least let me explain so you can stop the rumors?”

Her foot caught a gopher hole, and she tripped, falling headlong onto the hard ground. She cried out when her elbow kissed the ground.

“Goodness, you’re a walking calamity. First pickles and now, a sprawl in the grass. You wouldn’t perchance be related to me Aunt Nell?”

She groaned and rolled to her knees. Every joint ached. Twigs and grass stuck to her dress, and she brushed them away with sore hands. She moaned at the pain and glared at her scraped skin.

“Are you hurt?”

Now he asked. She shook her head. “I’m not sure.”

He grabbed her elbow none too gently and helped her stand. She tested her foot and found herself uninjured. Praise be. An injury would have complicated matters more. “Thank you, Mr. McKenna.”

“You’re welcome. Now, if you doon’t mind, I’d like to be gettin’ back to me work.”

“But . . .”

“Miss Joyce, do you see that armature?” He pointed a finger at the structure. “That’s a mighty important bridge to folks around here. Can you tell me in all honesty that your quest for a hoosband be as important as the building of that bridge?”

She swallowed hard and frowned, thinking of Sarabeth. “For one person, it’s even more important.”

He frowned. “To be sure, and I can sympathize with your plight. Unwed and pregnant must weigh heavy on your mind, but alas, I can noot help you, nor can any of me men. Good day, Miss Joyce.”

She stomped her sore foot and grimaced. “For the last time, I am not expecting!”
Her shout brought the attentions of his workers. Seventeen sets of eyes peered down at her, and the heat rose to her cheeks.

“Now see what you’ve done. You’ve distracted them froom their work again. At this rate, it’ll take me five years to have this bridge completed.”

Available Now at www.champagnebooks.com

My first day in Paris!

2008-07-01T19:59:00.001-07:00

Well, it's been a week since I've returned from Paris, France, and it took me that week to recover and feel like my old self again. Ten hour flights are no fun, but I did catch up on every movie I hadn't seen. After we arrived, it took us almost two hours to get to the hotel (okay, so I'm exaggerating a bit) because the taxi drivers were all on strike and their idea of striking was to form a wall in front of cars on the freeway/highway and travel about 20 miles an hour. It was fun to watch the police force in action, though.

We stayed at the Adagio which was an interesting experience. Everything in Paris is small with regards to room. The lobby was very small compared to our hotels. The room was a nice size but the bathrooms were small. We slept on a Murphy bed which we figured out in due course. We found bedding and pillows in the closet but no sheets. The bedding was some sort of comforter and I couldn't figure out if it went on top or we slept under it. The mattress was very hard. I slept under it because it was cold but then it made me sweat so we figured it was meant to be slept on top of. Of course, silly me just assumed it was the Parisian way to sleep without covers. Thank goodness my daughter and I brought blankets for the plane ride. We found out much later (like after we came home) that the missing sheets were just an oversight. Oh well.

After checking in, we found a place to eat lunch, then took a short walking tour of the surrounding area. It's hard to see, but this is a view of the small cafe we found. Every inch of space in eating establishments is used so it's a bit cramped, but it was tasty so no complaints.We were with a group of folks, one of those package deals. We booked the tour through Passports and I must say, I was very impressed. Our tour guide, Nabila, did an awesome job. We didn't have a lot of time before our main first meal and my daughter wasn't feeling well, so I had my first Paris shopping experience. They don't have Wally World or Super Stores. You buy food at a Market and medicine at the Pharmacy.

I'll post more later. I want to document the trip one day at a time.

Come on down!

2008-06-30T11:33:00.000-07:00

Or over. Tides of Maryna's Love is releasing tomorrow, July 1 and I'm having a small bash to celebrate.

Hop over to my blog for the first round of fun! See you there!

Hugz!
Donica

Paris was amazing

2008-06-26T11:48:00.001-07:00

My daughter and I were smiling big as we started our journey. After ten hours on the plane we were still smiling but not quite as broadly. LOL. We arrived about 10:00 AM Paris time so we dropped off our bags and headed out to see our first glimpse of Paris.

The architecture is absolutely amazing, but they have a law or city ordinance that doesn't allow new construction to exceed a certain height because they don't want the tall skyscrapers to dwarf the older buildings. While the buildings aren't much taller than 8 stories, the city itself is very compact, to the point of feeling crowded. Space is at a premium and all the rooms and stores are quite small. They pack a lot into each space.

Parking is almost nonexistent so everyone rides bikes, mororcycles or they walk and walk we did. Everywhere. They have an amazing subway system but even so you have to walk down lots of stairs to make the connection you want. Needless to say, I came home well toned.

We saw so much that I'm on visual overload, but my two favorite areas was Monet's home and water gardens and Chambord Chateaux.

Oh and the Reims Cathedral was breathtaking. The heighth was astounding, but the solemn atmosphere was spiritually uplifting.

Danger In Her Arms - in print!!!

2008-06-13T21:08:00.000-07:00

WOO-HOO! I love announcements like this. My romantic suspense, Danger In Her Arms, from The Wild Rose Press is now available in PRINT. You can order it at Amazon.com . I got my author copies the other day and the cover is gorgeous! Ahhhhh....

Taylor Marshal and her daughter need protecting, yet the bodyguard assigned is the one man she fears the most.

Three years earlier, Taylor gave her heart and body to stranger. After a whirlwind affair of unbridled passion, her hopes were crushed when she finds out her lover, Cory Ross, is a hit man. When she witnesses him take another man’s life then watches her new found love fall from a cliff after being shot, her heart shatters. The only thing left to soothe Taylor’s broken soul is the little life growing inside her. The last thing she expects to find is Cory Ross alive – and back in her life as her own personal bodyguard.

Cory thought his luck had changed after his near death experience in the Bahamas. But when he looks into the eyes of the woman who he suspected had something to do with his accident, he realizes his new assignment to protect Taylor and her young daughter will be pure hell. But to fall in love all over again with Taylor Marshall will be sheer torture.

**excerpt**

Cory took a step toward her until the heat from his body connected with hers. Invisible sparks ignited between them, making Taylor’s heart hammer faster.

“How did Zack kiss you?” His deep voice sent shivers over her body.

“I...I can’t remember.” She shrugged. “Open mouth, I guess.”

Cory drew nearer and dropped his gaze to her lips. “Did his tongue sweep across your lips?” His hand lifted to her face, his fingers breezed over her skin and down her neck. “Did his caress excite you?”

A magnetic pull lulled her to lean into his hand as it traveled inch-by-incredible-inch toward her breast. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, her heart beating in an erratic rhythm. The words denying his questions were on the tip of her tongue. Although she wanted to tell him Zack had never stirred desire in her body, she worried she might tell Cory that his touch had always made her melt.

His hot breath stroked her ear. “Did he?” he whispered, his hand slipping further over the curve of her breast. Against her bra, her nipples puckered in remembrance of his fascinating touch.

Although she tried to stop it, a moan escaped her throat. Keeping her eyes closed, she leaned into him until his lips touched her ear. She rubbed her cheek against his and held onto his arms to stop from dissolving to the floor in a heap of gooey passion.

“Cory…please…”

“Tell me.”

“No.” She turned her face to his, her lips touching the day’s growth of whiskers he used to love to tickle her naked body with. “He never made me feel that way. Never.”

~~Phyllis~~

Headed out for a fun trip

2008-06-13T20:38:00.000-07:00

Thought I'd post tonight since I'm in the middle of packing. I'm going to Paris, France. Whoop! I can't wait. I'm hoping it will inspire all sorts of stories. We'll see.

When I get back, I'll post some pictures and brag a bit about the great time I had. Until then ....

Held captive by a cockroach

2008-05-20T17:54:00.000-07:00

EWWWW. We all have our little fears. Some are sillier than others I suppose, but one of my biggest fears is the cockroach. My DH finds that terribly amusing because I'm so big compared to the brown bug. However, they just gross me out. I always have to call DH to come kill the darn things whenever I come across one. I think it has to do with a childhood experience in which a junebug crawled up my slip. I couldn't strip fast enough. I know - junebugs and cockroaches aren't really in the same league but .... Then there was the time in our first home when I was literally attacked three times by cockroaches. They fly and the first one flew off the ceiling to land on my chest. It landed hard enough to awaken me from a dead sleep. I sat up, screamed, woke my DH, woke the cat and preceded to go on a cockroach hunt as I wouldn't be able to sleep until it was dead. No worries, mission accomplished. So - I go back to sleep only to wake up to the same exact thing happening. After taking care of the second attack cockroach, I fell into a fitful sleep. Sure enough, another one started to fly about, hitting the side of the wall. That was it. No more sleep that night. I'm not talking your small house roaches. I'm talking those giant waterbugs. Creepy.

So - last night, I get up to go to the bathroom and as I push open the door, there it is, on the edge of the door. The biggest, yuckiest cockroach I've seen in a long time. I freeze. Finally, I close the door ever so gently. I don't want the bugger flying at me. I do my business, keeping a watchful eye on the beast, but when I'm done, I'm faced with a dilemma. If I open the door with the light on, I'll wake DH. No way am I going to turn the light off first and then open the door because that will give the waterbug a chance to move in my direction. I can't swat him. The sound will wake hubby. I know - you're thinking that it didn't stop me from waking him that other time, but he had to get up at 5:00AM for work and he hadn't slept in three days. Nope. I'm NOT going to wake my husband. And of course, there's no spray in the cabinet.

Oh, but wait. There is spray -- hairspray. So, I very cautiously pick up the hairspray, aim and squirt. Well, it didn't kill it, but at least he moved in the opposite direction. Well hidden beneath a towel, I was able to skirt around him, turn off the light, open the door and run for the bed.

I fell into a light sleep only to be awakened by the cat. She was amused by something and chased it about the room for a good hour. I only hope she got the bloody beast.

A very sad day!

2008-05-16T10:53:00.001-07:00

For those of you who are Moonlight fans, you're mourning with me. Moonlight was cancelled! UGH! The horror of it all. What's wrong with CBS anyway?

The reason this has affected me so much is because I'm usually not a tv watcher. I can't remember the last time I fell in love with a tv series and HAD to watch it every week without fail. When Moonlight first started, I had several online friends tell me how good it was. I'm part of a paranormal Yahoo Group too, and they said I had to watch it. By episode three, I decided to watch it. WOW!!! It was great. It hooked me immediately. Of course, it didn't hurt that Alex O'Laughlin who plays Mick St. John (the vampire) is gorgeous!!!! But I fell completely in love with him...ummm...I mean, the tv series. I watched every Youtube video that was made with him in it. I joined two Moonlight Yahoo Groups because I wanted to talk to other people who was obsessed as I was.

This Friday will be the season finale show...and now we know it'll be the LAST show. I almost don't want to watch it because it's going to leave me hanging - for nothing. Grrrrr. I'm pissed! How could CBS do this to me?

I'll be in mourning for several months. This is seriously going to affect my writing, too. He was my inspiration!!! AUGH!!!

~Phyllis~

Blog Hopping

2008-05-13T20:12:00.000-07:00

Okay, I confess. I'm procrastinating, but in all honesty, I was very productive in my procrastination. See, I should be writing, but instead, I found myself blog hopping. And wow, I'm so glad I did.

Here's where I've been tonight:

I would visit more but I really need to write. However; my favorite was a blog post on alien romances about the exogamous female. Why? Because it gave me "food" for thought and stimulated my stagnant brain cells. Gotta love a wee bit of intellectual stimulation. In fact, I actually feel charged to write.

video and blog links

2008-05-08T10:03:00.000-07:00

In this chaotic world of promo and writing I've stretched myself across the electronic world. I've joined different blogger groups, created a few place of my own and am so excited to share all of it with you. So here are a few links to many of hte places you can find me online:

My Blog: http://donicacovey.blogspot.com

My Website: www.donicacovey.com

Gateway Guardians Blog: http://gatewayguardiansunit.blogspot.com

The Writer's Vineyard: http://thewritersvineyard.com/

Shades of Suspense: http://romanticsuspense.blogspot.com/

Books and Authors: http://authorsandbooks.blogspot.com/

My newsletter group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/donicacovey/

Magic Mavens Newsletter group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MagicMavensNewsletter/

Samhein Cafe: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/samhaincafe/

MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/donicacovey

I invite you to please come visit each one and drop me a line. Just pop in long enough to say hello!

Well have to get busy. I'm working on a manuscript that I hope to target a New York house with. Wish me luck!

See you all soon. Hugz

Donica

Sorry to step in

2008-05-02T12:01:00.000-07:00

I just had to share the cover for my July release, Tides of Maryna's Love, the first book in the Elemental Desires series. I loved it so much I've requested the artist do all the books. Can you blame me? Just look at it:

Is that not the coolest? I think so! Okay I'll go and let Phyllis have her day back, LOL I just wanted to pop in and show it off!

Hugz
Donica

WOW!

2008-05-01T13:09:00.000-07:00

I got the greatest email today. Maryna's cover arrived! Can we just say I am AMAZED at how great it is? I have to admit that with each book I've had published not a single one of my covers have been a clunker!

Now as soon as it is finalized I'll be sharing it. I can't WAIT for the world to see it. So now the cover is in, the edits start next week, Maryna is becoming real--finally! I can't wait.

July will be here before I know it and I'll be celebrating Maryna's release as well as traveling to Arkansas for my week long vacation. Then August I'll be doing my release party for Callye's Justice. Plus edits for both Dragon's Angel and my alter-ego Jinger's Beyond Death--both books are to be released in October so I'll be busy! I'm loving it!

Well, have to be off!
Hugz,
Donica

I'm late, I'm late for a very important date!

2008-04-30T19:40:00.000-07:00

Don't you sometimes feel like you're in the middle of Alice's wonderland, fighting to find your way to sanity?

I think sometimes we dig our own hole. You know, that deep, dark crevice that grows each time we take on a new project when we haven't finished the half gillion we already have on our plates. Ugh. So - here's to time management. I just have to remember to follow the prescribed regiment. Maybe I'd have better luck following the Cheshire cat.

Okay, I think I'm venting a tad, so - slap, slap. No more whining or venting. I've made my bed and I shall sleep in it and wake from it, eventually. I can't wait until school ends and I have more time to add more things to my plate.

Oh, I do have some great news though. A Noble Sacrifice is now in print! Whoop! And Kaitlin's Silver Lining and Once Jilted have gotten some awesome reviews. Gotta love that. Make the craziness all worthwhile. Check out the reviews by going to my website: www.ciaragold.com

So it's not the normal romance...

2008-04-25T20:42:00.000-07:00

For the past eight months, I've been trying to get my historical, Spanish Eyes in front of agents or the big publishers. This is one very sensual, and adventurous story. Not only is my hero, Anton, one HOT man, but he's sexy as hell. And...he could be a stunt double for Antonio Banderas in his younger years. heehee So why shouldn't the agents or big publishers want it?

Well...I was thinking last night about mailing more queries to agents since I haven't heard anything for about four months now. But then it hit me. Why aren't they liking this story? Lots of adventure, lots of sexual tension (you know I love to write that!) and there's a mean, dangerous bad guy in this story... It has all the elements. It's one of my best written, if I have to say so myself. But then I realized last night that this story takes place on two continents. The first half of the book is in New York and sailing on a ship. The second half of the book takes place in Spain. Shoot, I'm adding a LOT of scenery.

Yet, I can't think of one historical from Harlequin, or from Kensington, or from Avon (or the others) like this. Usually the story takes place in one town, city, state...country. So is this the reason agents aren't biting? Because there is no 'fit' for this story?

Once again, I've written out of the formula. However, it's what publishers are asking for. It's new and fresh. But apparently, they don't like this kind of fresh? I don't know. Just confuses me sometimes.

Anyway, here is the blurb to the story. Tell me if you think it's marketable...

In a world when women must fight for every right, suffragette Rebecca Wakefield is determined to become a Pinkerton Detective. Her plan? Capturing the notorious thief, Anton Carerra; a man known as much for his womanizing as he is for his brilliant criminal mind.

Lady’s man, Anton Carrera is smitten with Rebecca from the very beginning. He wants nothing more than to seduce the stiff Miss Wakefield, until he learns she is investigating him for a crime he didn’t commit. She is innocent and naïve; convinced he is the villain her superiors have painted him. But her over-zealous determination places both of them in danger and he is forced to play the honorable rogue.

Sweeping her away to Padre Island off the coast of Spain seemed like a clever idea at the time. But how can he protect them both from his own uncle’s murderous games when Anton’s heart falls victim to a woman as full of independence as she is desire…
~Phyllis~

Junkie?

2008-04-24T10:53:00.001-07:00

I have decided to try to take a little break from writing. I need to take a break. I want to take a break. I can’t.

Let’s recap what I’ve got going this year:

My alter ego had a release in January. I wrote two books, Beyond Death and Heaven’s Torment, and submitted them—as my alter-ego. Beyond Death was picked up and I have already gotten two rounds of edits on it and sent them back. This book is a fall release. October actually, well as far as I know it is. Since I only submitted Heaven’s Torment this week I’m sure I won’t hear anything on it for a while. Keeping my fingers crossed, nerves jangled, etc.

As myself, I have a book due to release in July—the first Elementals book, Tides of Maryna’s Love. I’m still waiting on edits for that one, but I have no doubt they’ll be here soon. I hope so since its almost May!.

Then I have Callye’s Justice coming in print in August.

After that is Dragon’s Angel, coming in October.

Plus, I have to write the final book in the Gateway Guardians series. Oh! Can’t forget my other two girls, Ember and Tara.

It’s only April and already I have gotten so much accomplished. I’m proud of myself. Is that wrong? Is it vain to be proud of myself? I don’t know.

Anyway, I’m extremely OCD. One of the many things I’m obsessive about is my writing. I’ve got this huge fear, this terrible fear, this all consuming fear: I’m scared to be away from the computer. I’m afraid I’ll miss an important email, or instant message. I’m equally terrified that if I’m not writing, blogging, or promoting I’ll be forgotten. My dream will come crashing down around me and I’ll never be able to pick it up again. How’s that for an admission?

Hi, my name is Doni and I’m a computer addict. Not necessarily an internet junkie, but I’m dang close. There are those what if’s hanging over my head. What if I loose momentum and I can’t get it back? What if I take that break and all my ideas disappear. What if my muse decides to head south and never comes back?

I’m going to try and break this cycle now. Today. I’m going to get off the computer and go do my cleaning, maybe even start some bread. How about a cake? Maybe some cookies…Huh.

Must…leave…computer…must…leave…computer…

D…

Both Westerns get great first reviews!

2008-04-23T18:08:00.000-07:00

Hey all, check out Loves Western Romances. Phyllis and I are their featured authors for May! Whoop!

And to top that, I just recieved two wonderful reviews. Kaitlin's Silver Lining received 4.5 books from Long and Short Reviews. Jasmine wrote: "I could not stop reading this story. Kaitlin’s independent streak and Bryce’s protective streak clash so well and powerfully that the story was entertaining and exciting to read. Reading Kaitlin’s story made me truly thankful that there were women in history who were willing to fight for women despite the odds stacked against them. Another reason that I really enjoyed this novel is due to the fact that it had everything in it. Some stories are very philosophical and its aim is to show the good or the bad in that particular ideal. Other stories have just the romance or the mystery or a combination of the both. However, this novel had all three. The principles of the suffragist movements, the mystery of the threatening letters to Kaitlin and the romance brewing between the two main characters all worked together to create a very well-rounded story." Read the full review here.

Once Jilted got 4.5 hearts from the Romance Studio. Brenda Talley wrote: "The escapades of this strong-minded woman were so intricately written it was impossible to not love Shauna and hope for love and happiness to find her. Her counterpart was an Irishman, Kane McKenna, whose mannerisms made him a stand-out, perfect compliment for Shauna. He obviously was well mannered and hated to be rude and ugly but he was challenged in true Gold style with more than most men could possibly handle.

This book was an emotional one for me. I have to admit that I laughed out loud, but I also shed several tears. And the ending—not what I was expecting. I recommend that you read this book. It is well worth your time and you will certainly be glad you took the time. Expect the unexpected, and see for yourself what a Ciara Gold book is like. You will not be disappointed." Check out the rest of the review here.

I want to thank both reviewers for taking the time to write such indepth reviews. Whether the author agrees with a review or not, reviewers are a welcome addition to the publishing process. Without their opinions, authors would have a more difficult time spreading the word about their work. So - kudos to all reviewers.

Stop in and say hello!

2008-04-23T12:23:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone! Well the boys now have their own blog. I hope you'll stop in and say hello to Justice, Chase, Mickey and Bobby. This blog will give you a little deeper insight to who they are and how they work. So please stop by http://gatewayguardiansunit.blogspot.com/ and say hello!

Have a great one!
Donica

Have you seen DEA on Spike TV?

2008-04-17T09:23:00.001-07:00

When this series first premiered, I was so excited. It’s no secret that my favorite series is my Gateway Guardians books. My team, my boys, are so uppermost in my heart.

If you haven’t seen this program then you should it’s a lot like cops. A crew follows a DEA unit out of Detroit around on some of their busts and things. I went into watching this series with mixed emotions.

I was excited because I could finally see first hand what a take down looked like—better than doing something and asking the local group to give me a ride along---RIIIIGGGGHHHT we know that would happen, NOT. And I do have a couple of contacts at the DEA who have been absolutely wonderful about taking time from their busy lives to answer questions, but it’s not quite the same, you know?

I also was worried. I know, it’s not my place to worry. The DOJ would screen this stuff closely before it was allowed released for public view. Still, they show faces, they give names—but several agents are masked from view—That job is so dangerous anyway it’s almost like they are daring the idiot drug dealers to come at them.

From the very first episode I was hooked. The group was EXACTLY how I envisioned my guys to be. The “brotherhood”, the sense of humor, the mesh of personalities that worked to portray exactly what I always thought it would be like.

When I write a character I have specific image in mind. I can see their picture clearly but sometimes it helps to have a picture of a person who is “close” so I hunt actors websites and movie stills trying to find as close to my ideal as possible. Most authors I know will tell you that this is something they do. With Mickey I was having a terrible time. They wouldn’t be the right height, the right build, there would just always be something “wrong”

Then this agent walked into the frame and my heart stopped. There he was. The living, breathing counterpart to exactly how I saw Mickey. I almost fell out my chair. He had the exact build. His hair is the same length and color. Those same eyes.

I joked with my mom that I should write him and ask him to send me a beefcake picture. For research purposes mind you. LOL I am tempted to name him here but I’ll restrain myself. Not that I actually believe anyone from the organization reads this blog, but on the slim chance they do I’d hate for them to go back and razz him about being my “ideal hunk hero”.

And if they are reading, I personally am proud of each and every one of you. I bet there are some days when you feel like your just trying to empty the ocean with a bucket, but I know you do make a difference.

Well I have to get back to Hawaii. I left Mickey and Terese on the side of volcano with the drug runners closing the distance.

Oh! By the way, if you haven’t watched this series and you can get Spike TV then check in on Saturday. They will show all the DEA episodes. Check it out and while you’re at it, see if you can guess which one is my Mickey!

Huggles,
Donica

My horoscope for the day

2008-04-16T16:29:00.000-07:00

As the dawn of another quiet and peaceful day appears, dear Pisces, you will be in the best disposition to observe and appreciate the lightness of things. Life can seem so beautiful some days. You will benefit from this state of mind, as you'll be able to meditate. But be careful not to start reminiscing about sad memories.

Hmmm, so that's the trick. Meditate. Yeah, well, I can't say that today was an easy day but I guess it was easier than most. Last night my son invited me to do stretches with him. He bought some month long exercize program so last night was stretch night. It did feel good. I'll have to do it more often. I've been trying to wrap my mind around an exercize routine, but alas, I'm not committed yet.

There's been a lot of discussion lately on my author's loop about back problems from sitting in front of the computer too long. With that in mind, I've been really trying to work on my posture and other habits that would be good for my back. I saw a really neat gadget on the TV that helps stretch your back muscles in a healthy way. Truly, I think I just need to exercize daily. Why is it so hard?

Late as Usual

2008-04-09T20:32:00.000-07:00

It's 10:30 at night and I'm just now posting on this blog. Whaaa. Why? Because I'm multi-tasking. I think you have to multi-task in this business or lose your sanity. Or maybe multi-tasking leads to insanity. As I'm rambling, you probably already think I'm there. LOL.

February through the end of April are usually so busy for me I feel like I'm on a roller coaster. As you all know, I teach art, so my students and I are involved in a huge contest in February. From that one contest, I have 13 students going to state! March is Art Youth Month so it's riddled with all sorts of activities including a show at the local mall and an art show for art teachers at the local gallery. Shows and contest require that we mat a lot of work. I matted 70+ pieces for contest and 5 for the art show. April is state so my students and I are preparing for our trip out of town this weekend. April is also deadline month for scholarships and other contests. And the first weekend in May is our big district show for which I have to mat about 40 more pieces of art. The week after that, AP portfolios are due and with 12 taking the test this year, I have help them select 5 pieces each to be submitted. Hmmm, there's another 60 to mat. Have I started matting yet? Well, of course not. It will all be done last minute as usual. Ugh.

This is one of the reasons why my writing comes to a screeching halt in March. I'm so overwhelmed by my other job, that my muse has a hard time focusing. I piddle at writing but that's about it. Once AP porfolios are mailed, I can relax and start writing in earnest. I can't wait!

New Covers!!

2008-04-04T20:19:00.000-07:00

I'm so excited! It's like Christmas all over again. But better. I have TWO new covers to show off. My first one is for my newly contracted story, The Man Hunt, which will be published by The Wild Rose Press.

Unwilling to let another man control her life, Dr. Jordan Reed hires someone to portray her new love interest to satisfy her nagging stepmother. Part of the bargain is that he also convince her ex-boyfriend that she has happily moved on. Unfortunately, it’s hard to prove when Brock Hamill blames Jordan for his sister’s suicide and embarks on a mission to destroy her psychiatric credibility. Acting the part of a patient, his mission is deterred by the doctor’s hot body and giving heart, and when he discovers her life 's in jeopardy, he’s willing to reveal his true identity to save her. Will Jordan forgive his deceit when she learns the truth?

My next cover is for my historical, Pretend I'm Yours, which was released almost one year ago. My publisher wanted a catchier cover...something sexier, which hopefully will let readers know how sexy my story really is... What do you think? Does this cover work? YUMMY!!!

Lies brought Mercedes Maxwell a breath away from her heart’s true desire. Could they keep her from happiness?

A Woman on a Mission

Englishwoman Mercedes Maxwell is forced by her identical twin’s medical circumstances to America. Mercedes will not rest until her brother-in-law accepts his financial responsibility—even if it means impersonating her own sister.

A Man With a Secret

William Braxton’s selfish wife could end his life with one word regarding his actions against Mother England. But William and Mercedes discover each may have been mistaken about the other. William is discovering this woman is nothing like his bride, and instead everything he’d hoped for.

~~Phyllis~~

Man oh Man What a Week

2008-04-03T09:39:00.000-07:00

I’ve gotten this bug. It won’t leave me alone but it’s really not that bad I guess. See I got bit by the spring cleaning bug. For this past week I’ve been going through the house throwing things away, dusting, sweeping, mopping, you know, the usual activities. We’ve been remodeling so its been a true chore. Drywall scraps and dust. Tools that are out of place and scattered across my hall. Stuff that has been collecting dust and just sitting around. Clothes that were out groan.

I didn’t continue the rampage yesterday as my son and his wife brought their little one over for me to babysit. The apple of my eye. The angel I adore who has me completely wrapped. The little darling waiting until Mommy and Daddy were outside in their car then proceeded to split my head wide open with that eye bleeding wail that only an infant can produce.

My dog, who has never seen a baby, or even a small child before, became extremely upset. He growled every time she cried. So this is how the game went: Lyxie-cry, Teddy growl, Lyxie stop crying. Lyxie cry, Teddy growl, Lyxie stop crying. This game continued for about 10-15 minutes when Lyxie didn’t want to play any more. Teddy growled and growled still she wouldn’t stop.

This angel of my life HATES to sleep. She will scream and scream to avoid sleeping. Finally I did what I did with my own children. I lay her in the swing then I left the room. I turned on the stereo softly and I waited for a time. She finally stopped and when I went back into the room she was smiling, cooing, gurgling, and generally being a real doll. This lasted for all of five minutes. When the screaming began again.

I grabbed her bottle a.k.a. the shut up juice (my son’s nickname for it). It failed miserably. So I held her, rocked her, cuddled her. Finally, finally, I got her to sleep. Just a few minutes after the phone rang—no more sleep for baby. I took the call then I calmed her down again. She went back to sleep, deep enough that I could put her back into the swing and I went about my business. Teddy went to barking and Lyxie began screaming again. This time it was mommy and daddy coming to get her. So from 9:15 until 1:00 I had the little screaming punkin’ puss.

And yes, I can’t WAIT to do it again! There’s just something magical about having a baby in the house. The kids were supposed to move in with us, but they are happy where they are, and my parents are happy to have her…er I mean them…LOL

Now for the rest of the week and weekend it’s back to thorough strip down and cleaning the house. The carpet steamer is all primed to go, the vacuum is standing by for the next room.

Guess I better go and get to it!
Huggles!
Donica

Congrats to Becka and I

2008-04-02T00:00:00.000-07:00

Just got through attending the Champagne Books Awards ceremony. Wow, what a party. Good company, good music, lots to drink and GREAT news! Becka won best selling author of the year and I won author of the year. On top of that, we were both inducted into the 500 club as we're the first two Champagne authors to have a single title sell over 500 copies. That's amazing.

Becka was honored with author of the year last year, so I thought I'd take a moment to talk about the criteria the publisher uses. Of course they looked at sells and the ability to promote, but they also looked at things like getting along with the editorial staff and willingness to help the other authors in the group. To me that's a given. Someone once said that Romance was one of the few industries in which employees go out of their way to help the competition succeed. And isn't that true for the most part. Because when one author succeeds, others usually reap the benefits. How? Perhaps that author places a link from her site to her fellow authors or maybe she will give an author quote for the other author's new release. There are tons of ways we help others succeed. As Covey would say of the 7 Habits for successful folks, it's a win-win situation.

When you think about it, blogging is one way we all help each other. We connect, we post our trials and successes and we lend advice. A newbie would flounder without all of the wonderful tips given on websites, through loop chats and on blogs. To all the wonderful authors that nurture others, kudos. You guys rock.

OOPS!

2008-04-01T10:49:00.000-07:00

Was supposed to blog yesterday and I got so busy I just kind of forgot. Am I horrible or what? Okay I'm horrible, but with good reason. DH is finally gone back to work--thank you GOD--and he's out of my hair. Now I can try and catch up on everything that was shoved aside--writing, emails, blogs, cleaning, laundry, posts, newsletters, remodel and renovation tools. I was going to slowly go into getting everything done then the kids call.

It put me into panic mode. They want to bring the baby over for me to babysit--tomorrow. I of course said yes. I can't refuse that little angel face anything. Then I went OMG! I've got to mega clean. Renovation dust and tools to be picked up. Dog hair to vacuum, plus I have to locate and hide all the dog toys--the little scraggly rat went into fits because he was ignored during my hubby's illness. So he pouted and went into I'll do what ever it takes for attention mode. I'm still finding peices of Mr. Cheeky--his at-one-time-stuffed-squeaky monkey.

And there's the regular chores that were ignored, the dusting, mopping, sweeping--er reverse that, sweeping then mopping, vacumming, all to be done. Toilets, laundry...I need a maid!!!!!!!
Or the special talent of twitching my nose and the house being cleaned all on its own...Nice dream-huh?

Okay now that I've posted I need to get back into the housecleaning frenzy. Have a great week!
Huggles,
Donica

Why writers should enter contests

2008-03-25T22:08:00.000-07:00

I think everything we do in life is often cyclical. I get very enthusiastic about something and fixate on it until I tire of the activity. I then set it aside for a while, but I often find myself revisiting the interest.

That's where I am on contests. I'm not talking about contests you enter to win free reads, etc, I'm talking about contests that involve your written work. For a while, I was entering RWA chapter sponsored contests in hopes that an agent or editor might really like my work. Most writers enter these types of contests for either feedback or with the hopes of winning an agent's notice or both. I'm in good company there. When I won, it gave me encouragement to finish the ms, but alas, no offers of representation, no contract offers. But - for the encouragement alone, the contests were well worth the money spent. The last contest of this type that I entered was three years ago. Wow, three years.

So - I began thinking it was time to enter again. Wow, the result being an EPPIE win. Talk about encouragement. Now, I'm all psyched up to enter chapter contests again. Why? For lots of reasons. First, I'd like feedback on my writing, not my name. Make sense? I now have 7 published works, so I'd like to think there are a few out there that now buy my work because they recognize my name and enjoy the type of stories I write. Second, I would dearly love to take my career to the next phase. I want agents and editors to notice me. Yes, I plan to start querying also, but contests are a great way to push to the top of the pile, so to speak. Third, contests make me work harder to finish the wip in hopes it will be ready if and when an agent/editor requests the full.

Yeah, I know. A girl can hope can't she?

So, do you enter contests? And if so, I'd love to hear your reasons why.

Breaking News

2008-03-25T09:44:00.000-07:00

I have some news to share and it is announced with mixed emotions. Due to professional differences I have chosen to sever business affiliations with the publisher and end contracts for the following titles: Dante's Duty, Seeing the Light, Do Overs and Dear Micah. As of April 1 these titles will no longer be available.

If you planned on purchasing the above titles I urge you to do so now as the time is slipping away quickly. As the saying goes, once they're gone, they're gone.

Thanks!

Huggles,

Donica

Donica's Slogan contest

2008-03-20T09:35:00.000-07:00

For all who entered the slogan contest, I haven't been able to select a winner yet. My husband was taken to hospital Monday night and is currently hospitalized. I will select a winner as soon as I can and I beg your patience a little longer.

Thank you!

Donice

On your toes:

2008-03-17T11:39:00.000-07:00

I’d like to interrupt with a personal plea. I want each of you to look at your sisters, mothers, grandmothers, daughters, aunts, cousins, nieces, granddaughters and friends. Just take one moment and really look/think of them.

You’d do anything for them, wouldn’t you? Shove them off the tracks from the path of an on coming train, or car. You’d buckle the girls into a seatbelt for a drive as short as down to your local market. You’d tell your best friend she looks absolutely horrid in that shade of green. Right?

But have you looked at these same women and said, “Have you done a breast exam?” No? Yeah, me neither. Why? I don’t know. It seems kind of weird to tell your best friend to check out her own boobs. It’s even more bizarre to tell your mom. And your teenage daughter? Please! We’d rather eat glass than admit our little girls are even grown enough to have boobs!

Besides, why talk to your teenager about breast exams. After all breast cancer is a disease of older women right?

Sorry to say that’s not the case. Very sorry actually. I have a friend who is only 21. At 20 she was diagnosed with extremely aggressive breast cancer. Just shy of her 21st she was having a double mastectomy. Happy 21—you’ll be seeing 22 minus very large pieces of yourself. Now the cancer has spread into her spine.

But she isn’t what prompted this post. My daughter did. If you have gone by my personal blog you have read this, but I’ll repeat it here.

My daughter has a teenage friend (17) who has cancer. This is all I knew about the girl. She had cancer and she was really sick. My daughter is very private and she keeps everything bottled up. She never really let on exactly how sick this girl was.

DD went to school on Friday and as is our weekly schedule, she was picked up by my SIL so they could go to work together. I didn’t see DD until Saturday afternoon. She was sullen, moody, and a complete teenage monster.

I became agitated—as only a mother of a teen can get—and I blew a gasket. I demanded a reason for her behavior. I really didn’t want the one I got.

Her friend was robbed of life by a disease that has no known cure. This girl will never grow up, hold a diploma, carry a bouquet at a friend’s wedding, never know the joy and misery of dating, of marriage, of motherhood.

So I’m asking you to do a very hard thing. Look at a woman you love, admire and/or respect and try to picture that void left in your life when they aren’t there. Then I want you to swallow your ill ease and talk to that woman about a breast exam. Then look in the mirror and remind that woman to do her own exam.

Educate yourself and all those you love. Be a BRA.

For information on breast cancer please visit the Susan G Komen foundation website, The National Cancer Institute, or American Cancer Society.

Donica

Contest Announcement

2008-03-14T15:08:00.000-07:00

Hey all! I just wanted to pop in and announce a contest I'm running.

What's the game?
I'm looking for a slogan. i.e. Nike has Just Do It (which I love but unfortunately can't use) McDonalds "I'm Lovin' It" (again wish I could) So I want you to write a slogan for me.

What do ya get?
A colorful journal, matching pencil, and matching pocket notepads.

It can't be genre specific as I write suspense, paranormal, romantic comedy and inspirationals (as Donica Covey) I also write erotica and horror (as Jinger Jackson)

How do you play?
Send me your slogan to donica_covey@sbcglobal.net before Wednesday, March 19th. The winner will be announced Friday. So don't delay, enter today! In your subject header please note Slogan contest. Thanks!

Who can play?
Anyone who reads this post!

Rules?
Only one-It must be your original idea, can't have any legal issues brought up! :D

*side note: All entries become property of Donica Covey*

So what are you waiting for? Send in your entry today!

Happy weekend!
Donica

Enchanted - a perfect HEA

2008-03-14T13:22:00.000-07:00

The other day I watched for the first time, the Disney movie, ENCHANTED. I'm a fan of Patrick Demsey, which helps while watching this movie, but I was very impressed with the way Disney presented this story. Of course, I have to have my "Happily Ever After" no matter what, and when a movie makes me sigh three times, I know it's a good one!! I wanted the love story to be longer, but that's just me. LOL It really was a perfect, feel-good all over movie. Makes you want to sing, dance, laugh...and yes, SIGH dreamily!!!

If you haven't seen this movie yet, I recommended it!!! What's stoping you?

~Phyllis~

T13 Springs up!

2008-03-13T12:12:00.000-07:00

13 plants we plan to nurture in our gardens

Spring, fresh and new growth. Planting season is coming soon! What we like to grow:

Ciara:
1. My lime tree produced three limes last year, so I’m hoping to baby it along so it will produce more.
2. Camellias. Half are doing very well and produce the most stunning blooms, while the other two need to be loved by a greener thumb than mine.
3. Snapdragons are something I plant every year and I love all the colors they produce.
4. If I could grow gardenias, I would. I still try, but alas, they don’t do well for me and I absolutely adore gardenias. I love the way they smell.

Phyllis’s Answers
5. Did I tell you I’m not a green-thumb person? I kill plants no matter what I do. With this said, IF I have a plant in the house, it’s plastic.
6. I do like Lilac bushes out along our fence. Purple. They can’t be the white!
7. I also like Rose bushes, and have several planted along our front lawn.

Donica’s Answers
8. Roses. I’m planning to recreate the rose garden I had when we lived in Wisconsin. DH bought me a different rose bush every season that we lived in our house. I cried when we had to move and leave them behind. He’s promised me a new garden.
9. I want to try and grow melons. I’ve never been successful at that.
10. Berry bushes. Raspberries, black berries, I had those up in Wisconsin as well. It took forever for them to establish and begin producing.
I love being back home in Missouri. Back with my family and friends, but I really wish I could’ve brought my plants back with me

BECKA’S ANSWERS
11. I want to start a garden, but it would take too much time/effort, since we have a big dumb dog who would just rip it up and do his business. I can’t plant it in the front yard, as there isn’t sufficient light.
12. If I did plant a garden, however, I’d love to grow things I eat, such as herbs like Basil & Oregano.
13. I’d also love to plant veggies like green onions, bell peppers, zucchini, yellow squash, & garlic.
14. We have the supports outside our kitchen window for a small herb garden, but no box, as the previous owners took it when they left. Perhaps I’ll look into doing that. Of course, I probably wouldn’t be able to plant the veggies. Ah well, I’ll hork some from my friend’s garden. LOL

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Eppie Winner

2008-03-12T00:00:00.000-07:00

I had so many things going on this past weekend that I totally forgot that March 8 was the official awards ceremony for the Eppies, so of course, I putz around the house on Monday oblivious to all the mail that's in my inbox. When I finally open my outlook express, one set of words caught my attention above all else; You Won the Eppie!!! I blinked and started looking at the other subject listings and another caught my eye; Standing Ovasion. I started to laugh, I started to cry and then I started to scream!!! OMG. Me?

I was floored to say the least. A Noble Sacrifice was a great book. I loved it from start to finish, but to have others think so as well? Now that is the greatest honor a writer can receive. So while I humbly take a bow, I would also ask that all of you take one also. Readers are the most important people to writers. Without you to laugh and cry with us, our world would be pretty lonely.

So, thank you crit partners, thank you Champagne, thank you EPIC, thank you judges, but most of all, thank you readers. Whoop!!!

Welcome to Monday…

2008-03-10T10:07:00.000-07:00

There was some excitement over the weekend. The Eppie award winners were announced and I’m THRILLED to announce that our very own CIARA GOLD won an EPPIE for her fantasy romance A NOBLE SACRIFICE. YAY CIARA!!!!!! WOOHOO AND WTG!!!

Can a stranger from a distant planet breach Yalfar’s strict laws to save a nation from doom and rescue one lone woman from the errors of her way?

Fen Tared Charst has betrayed his brother, and his people. To right the wrongs he’s done, he suffers the horrors of the zeel pits only to find himself a captive of the Temi tribe. In Yalfar, he discovers that leading the Temi princess and her warriors from their dying world is the key to his own redemption. But losing his heart to Princess Joyella will be the key to saving his soul.

Princess Joyella Denue has broken a sacred law and for that, she is exiled from Yalfar. To regain her honor, she agrees to lead a convoy topside to escape the collapsing city, but she can’t make the journey alone. She needs someone who has traversed the path to guide her. Tared is forced to help her, but he soon becomes more than just a guide, he becomes her heart.

Sounds GREAT right? If you haven’t checked her out I recommend doing so right now.

Congrats C! We’re VERY proud of you.

I guess I’m off—no comments from the peanut gallery (Becka, LOL)—to get back to work on Hunting Mickey. Have to say how pleased I am that it’s begun to open up and allow me to write. It just took edits for my print edition of Callye’s Justice to come in!

See you all soon!
Huggles,
Donica

Her Knight Of Seduction...in paperback!!

2008-03-07T09:56:00.000-08:00

It's not March 13th yet...but that's the day my Victorian comes out in paperback. WOO-HOOO!!! So, until then, I'm going to tease you with reviews, and an excerpt of my book. And, of course, the sexy cover!

5-Angels!! I thought Her Knight of Seduction was a compelling read. Megan and Edmund are delightful characters that make chemistry come alive with every turn of the page. Their banter, and mere eye contact, oozes throughout the book. Edmund’s voice alone grasps hold of the reader and holds tightly. They share emotions that practically spring off the pages and touch the reader. Phyllis Campbell pens a historical romance that is most satisfying. She draws her characters very well. They are believable and the storyline flows consistently. The secondary characters add that extra pizzazz to keep the story interesting. Even the mother has traits that can be felt and where this reader wanted to take hold of her and shake her hard. This is one stunning tale that is a winner! ~~ Fallen Angel Reviews / Linda L.

5-Books! "Her Knight of Seduction" is a historical romance set in England of the nineteenth century. This is a lively read, with wonderful, full-bodied characters. Must love give way to betrayal? Society, and the expectations of very upright British families, all hit just the right note here. From hiding in the bed chambers to very proper withdrawing-room conversations, this lively romance will keep you guessing (and hoping) to the end. ~~The Long and Short of It Reviews

5-Blue Ribbons!!! Phyllis Campbell knows how to pen an enchanting
tale that will leave you breathless and reading until all hours of the night. I laughed at the antics and bantering between these two lovely characters and my heart soared at the fairy tale ending. HER KNIGHT OF SEDUCTION will be staying on my keeper shelf. ~ Billie Jo / Romance Junkies

5-Hearts! Phyllis Campbell has certainly made a great contribution to the historical genre and will no doubt be a raising star among its already twinkling heaven. This reviewer strongly recommends all lovers of historical romance to get this book, sit back for a few hours and escape into a world of swishing skirts, rogues, gentlemen and saucy ladies. Reviewed by Valerie / Love Romances

Lady Megan Saxton will do anything—naughty if necessary—not to marry the drunken lord her grandmother selected. But when she thinks she’s trapped herself a duke, will a mistake in identity have her falling in love with the man who put her family in financial ruins?

Clever Scoundrel, Edmund Knight will stop at nothing to take back the deed to his goldmine that has been stolen. When his enemy’s daughter mistakes him for someone else, his plans change. Now he’s after her virginity.

**excerpt**

Every card Megan picked was a high card, and it surprised her to see four Aces in her hand. If what the duke told her about the game was correct, she had won. Lifting her chin in triumph, she smiled.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You, my dear, don’t have a face made for this sort of game.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“By the wide smile stretched across your tempting mouth, I assume you have an exemplary hand?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “How do you know this is not a deliberate attempt to mislead you?”

“No, I’m certain it isn’t.”

“Then do you call?”

He laid down five cards, all the same suit, numbered in order. “If you can beat a small straight, then you have me licked.” He laughed. “And the prospect of being licked sounds rather enjoyable at this moment.”

Megan’s heart thundered in her ears. He shouldn’t have suggested something so shocking. Now she imagined it, too, and it sounded very pleasing.

With shaky hands, she laid her cards on the table.

“I have four Aces and a five of clubs. I suppose that means I win.”

“Yes, you do.” He shrugged, the corner of his lips lifted in a cocky grin. “I’ll now have to forfeit something.”

By his creased forehead and shadowed gaze, he appeared deep in thought. She observed his meditations in keen interest, but his eyes revealed none of his innermost thoughts. Finally, he smiled, reached up and loosened his cravat. “It’s up to you. My cravat or a kiss.”

A cravat? What would she do with his cravat? Yet she knew what she would do with a kiss. She swallowed hard, deciding to let the teasing game play on.

“I will take your cravat.” She grinned and took the article of clothing handed to her, its silky smoothness still warm from his throat. She placed it on her lap, and his musky scent engulfed her, heating her that much more. He gathered the cards and shuffled again.

The next game went as before, and she held four Kings. Amazing. She was better at this game than she thought. It was time for him to forfeit, and he once again pondered on this, biting his bottom lip during the silence.

A grin tugged on his lips. “My waist-coat or a kiss?”

“Your waist-coat.”

With a nod, he smiled and shrugged out of the garment. She knew his game. He was purposely losing.

“Why are you forfeiting your clothing?” she asked in a mocking tone.

“As I see it, you have more need for it than I. Doubtful your riding habit is dry as of yet.”

Megan nodded.

Once the third hand was dealt, she held a royal flush. He’d tricked her! What other excuse could there be? She decided not to say anything, just to see where this led. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she caught a breath in her throat. This wasn’t good; or was it? She had vowed to seduce him, but now faced with disrobing a man in person, the thought made her feel a bit green—yet excitement bubbled inside her chest.

“Your Grace.” She lowered her eyes as her cheeks burned. “I’d rather you leave your shirt on.”

“But my lady, what would you have me forfeit? Are you ready for a kiss?”
“I...I don’t know, but—”

“Have you never seen a man without a shirt?”

Her face scorched with heat. “Once, I accidentally caught my father without a shirt.”

“I assure you, I’m built no differently.”

She dared to look up, and at that moment his shirt came off. Her mouth turned dry. He lied. He wasn’t a thing like her father. Her father would consider himself privileged to have even half the definition the Duke had sculpting his wide chest.

A maelstrom of sensations flooded her mind, and she found she couldn’t remove her gaze from his masculine body. His bronzed body glistened with hardened muscles sprinkled with a few soft hairs around his dark, tight nipples.

Inwardly, she moaned. She swept her tongue across her parched lips to moisten them before swallowing. It didn’t register in her mind that he held out the shirt for her to take until he stood and walked to her. She should have paid better attention.

The shirt dropped in her lap and his masculine scent of spice and leather surrounded her. Bending over, he placed his face very close to hers. Hesitantly, she met his heated stare.

“You know, my sweet lady, you shouldn’t look at a man with wide, curious eyes, and a gaze that devours his body. It might give him improper thoughts.”

Megan swallowed again, this time seeming harder than the last. “Please forgive me, but...you look nothing like...my father.”

He chuckled, tracing his finger along side her jaw before moving back to his chair. She breathed a little easier, but not much.

To purchase ebook at The Wild Rose Press

To purchase ebook at Fictionwise

AND IF YOU WANT IT IN PRINT...WAIT FOR MARCH 13TH!!!

~~Phyllis~~

Vroom Vroom Vroom

2008-03-06T09:30:00.000-08:00

The cars we’ve owned in the past and the memories associated with them

Everyone remembers their first car. Some are great memories some not so much. But there are some cars that, first, second or third, will live in our memories for years to come. Below are some of the Maven's memorable cars:

Ciara:
1. My first car was a ’69 VW hatchback. I learned to drive standard with that car and oh yes, lots of fond memories including taking a curve way too fast and rising up on two wheels. Scared the bejeebers out of me.

2. My second clunker was a ’68 Ford Torino, but it had only 60,000 miles on her when we bought her in ’76. I loved that car. We put a CB radio in her, so I remember well, hooking up with others and meeting them at the local Sonic

3. ’85 RX7 or at least I think it was an ’85 model. Might have been an ’84 but I bought it right after we married and it was my first “dream” car. When I got pregnant, I had to let my husband drive it the last two months of my term because I couldn’t fit behind the steering wheel. I drove the pick-up.

4. Red Dog or a ’77 Dodge pickup with the top cut out. DH and I dated in that truck, then he sold it. He’d never paid for it as it was a gift from his father who told him, if he could get it running, it was his. We sold it the year after we got married. Five years later, we moved and looked across the street and there, in the drive was the old pickup. A year after that, the folks that owned it said if we could make it run and get it out of their drive, we could have it. Yep, we’ve never paid for that vehicle and we’ve owned it twice. We ended up donating it to charity a few years ago.

Phyllis's Answers:
5. My very first car was a Chevy Cavalier. Lots of late night dates in that car!

6. After I was married and the girls were small, we bought a mini-van (Voyager, I think). I enjoyed driving that van because I felt safe.

7. I had a Ford Pinto when I was pregnant with my youngest. My oldest was two, and decided to take a drive. I had just gotten out of the tub so I was still in my robe. Needless to say, I was chasing the car across the street before it dipped down the hill and ran into the Junior High School across the street from us.

Donica’s Answers

8. I got a 1974 Chrysler Cordoba (You know, the one’s Ricardo Montelban used to do commercials for. The ones with the “rich Corinthian Leather”.) That honey had a 440 and could get up and go—which she did, A LOT. I got into street races and beat everything I ran against. It was wonderful. I even raced a Porsche once. I won—only because the hottie behind the wheel let me. Went out with him a couple of times.

9. A 1965 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. White and black hardtop. She was so smooth it was like sailing down the highway. She hit 100 and I never realized it. Until I happened to look down. Thank God there were no cops out at the time. I had to sell her a couple of months ago. I’m still bummed about that. But she’s being restored to the glory she deserves.

10. 1992 Dodge Spirit. My first brand new car. I got it the same year I got my Caddie AND my daughter—and our first dog…that old car has rolled over 100K and she’s still kicking. DH drives it to work (45 minutes away) every day and while the serpentine belt gets thrown every time it rains, it’s still in good running shape. The only things that were wrong with the Blue Streak is the paint and the stereo has been replaced three times.

Becka’s Answers:

11. My very first car had been passed down from my sister, a hand-me-down car, if you will. It was bought by my father who drove it for awhile, then given to my sister until she made enough money at her job to buy herself another car. It was a crappy, run-down 1978 Datsun F-10, bright yellow stick-shift, and it was the love of my life. I went on many adventures in this car, the most memorable one when the arm rest fell off the passenger door and I put it to my ear, pretending it was a cell phone. Of course, it kind of looked like the cell phones of the day (1991 – 92), as they were all huge, but the funny thing was driving around in this ugly-ass rust bucket yakking on a phone. LOL It was pretty funny, and we got more than a few looks, my friends and I. You can’t believe how many people craned their necks to get a better view of the kids on the “phone”. >:D

12. My boyfriend, who was my soon-to-be husband, bought a new car with my father as the co-signer. It was a blue ’93 Geo Metro, stick-shift, and it was a great little car. I loved that thing, primarily because it was brand new, and I’d never driven a brand new car before. My father always shopped at the used car lots. Anyhow, my future DH had a job delivering pizzas for Dominos, and while on the job, got side-swiped by a drunk driver. That guy turned off his headlights and drove off into the night. DH, being the confrontational man he is, took off after him through an empty field. Probably not the best idea, as he didn’t see a ditch, it was so dark, and the car fell into it, ramming the front bumper into the engine. Long story short, the insurance said it was two separate accidents, the side-swipe and then the ditch. But it was the ditch that did the most damage to the car. So, they totaled it, and paid us what the car was worth, something like four grand, because of all the miles DH had put on it with the pizza delivery job. Of course we OWED like $8,000 on the damn thing, so we ended up paying a car payment for two years on a car we didn’t have. When we got the pink slip from the DMV finally, we were pretty bitter, owning a car that was sitting in a junk yard somewhere.

13. We bought an old Chevy Sprint from a friend of ours and drove it until it broke down on us. I don’t remember what year the car was, but it was a powder blue color. Of course, in L.A., they have street sweeping days, and if your car is sitting on the street on those days, you get a $20 ticket. Instead of getting a stupid ticket every week, we’d put the car in neutral, and “push” it around the block to the next street with our other car, a ’91 Mazda Protégé. Must have looked kind of funny seeing one car push another around the corner week after week. When the sweeper day was done, we had to push it back around to our house because the next day was sweeper day on the other street. LOL Good times. We finally donated the car to muscular dystrophy or something like that. Heh.

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An important announcement

2008-03-05T11:09:00.001-08:00

I have just completed galley edits on Callye's Justice. Why is this a big deal, after Callye is already out, right? That's true Callye is in ebook. These galleys were for the PRINT EDITION! Yes! Callye will be released in paper back! August 26th Callye's Justice will be available in paperback from your local book seller. If the book is not on the shelf you can have them order it for you.

BUT you can be the first to own a copy of this spine tingling suspense. You can pre-order NOW! How? Click on either Target.com or Borders.com as soon as the book is released you'll have your copy shipped to your door.

So what are you waiting for? Order today! If you will email me when you purchase your copy I will send you an autographed book plate to place inside your cover! Contact me at donica_covey@sbcglobal.net and let me know you want one!

Okay, have to get going here. Not only is it Ciara's day (sorry C)but muselax has worked and I am getting into Mickey's story. Hunting Mickey is the final book in the Gateway Guardians series and I'm ready to finish it. Keep your fingers crossed I can get on a roll!

Huggles!
Donica

Dropped the ball

2008-03-03T11:09:00.001-08:00

I’ve been very lax in my posting here at the Mavens. I was to be doing the T13s as well as filling in on Mondays and I’ve just allowed myself to get behind. Trying to get myself on the writing track, plying catch up on all my emails, taking time to play with my son’s baby girl as well as doing the normal household routine I just got off my schedule. I’m trying to rectify this but its going to take me a bit. Hope you’ll be patient.

Part of my problem is the inability to shut down the other voices, choose a title and get on with it. But I’ve branched out into another genre of writing and I’m using a different name and publisher for this line of books. I have taken on writing romantic horror and erotica titles under the name Jinger Jackson and I’ve been trying to juggle writing titles for that as well. It’s a little flustering to try and get myself in one mode as opposed to the other.

My romantic comedy mind set is pretty much gone. I LOVE writing the edgy, gritty suspense line and I’ve found myself hitting a snag with the witches. Trying to make them light hearted while still under the blood and guts track of mind isn’t easy. Thank goodness, I don’t have to have another Elemental Desires title ready for a bit of time. I need to wrap up the Gateway Guardians series with Hunting Mickey. Then I have Ember and Tara to do in order to complete Elemental Desires series.

I’m also working on another horror as well as having a couple more suspense titles lined up. GAH! There just isn’t enough of me to be able to write them all! Okay stepping back to take a deep breath and hoping that I can get into something today.

See you all Thursday, I hope!

Huggles,
Donica

My story is coming to paperback!!!

2008-02-29T21:03:00.000-08:00

I'm thrilled to announce that my Victorian, Her Knight Of Seduction will be coming to paperback March 13. This story has always been one of my favorites because of my sexy hero, Edmund Knight. Yes, he's a heart-throb all right. And my new cover now gives him a face...and a sexy chest. WOO-HOO!!

Lady Megan Saxton will do anything—naughty if necessary—not to marry the drunken lord her grandmother selected. But when she thinks she’s trapped herself a duke, will a mistake in identity have her falling in love with the man who put her family in financial ruins?

Clever Scoundrel, Edmund Knight will stop at nothing to take back the deed to his goldmine that has been stolen. When his enemy’s daughter mistakes him for someone else, his plans change. Now he’s after her virginity.

**excerpt**

Every card Megan picked was a high card, and it surprised her to see four Aces in her hand. If what the duke told her about the game was correct, she had won. Lifting her chin in triumph, she smiled.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You, my dear, don’t have a face made for this sort of game.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“By the wide smile stretched across your tempting mouth, I assume you have an exemplary hand?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “How do you know this is not a deliberate attempt to mislead you?”

“No, I’m certain it isn’t.”

“Then do you call?”

He laid down five cards, all the same suit, numbered in order. “If you can beat a small straight, then you have me licked.” He laughed. “And the prospect of being licked sounds rather enjoyable at this moment.”

Megan’s heart thundered in her ears. He shouldn’t have suggested something so shocking. Now she imagined it, too, and it sounded very pleasing.

With shaky hands, she laid her cards on the table. “I have four Aces and a five of clubs. I suppose that means I win.”

“Yes, you do.” He shrugged, the corner of his lips lifted in a cocky grin. “I’ll now have to forfeit something.”

By his creased forehead and shadowed gaze, he appeared deep in thought. She observed his meditations in keen interest, but his eyes revealed none of his innermost thoughts. Finally, he smiled, reached up and loosened his cravat. “It’s up to you. My cravat or a kiss.”

A cravat? What would she do with his cravat? Yet she knew what she would do with a kiss. She swallowed hard, deciding to let the teasing game play on.

“I will take your cravat.” She grinned and took the article of clothing handed to her, its silky smoothness still warm from his throat. She placed it on her lap, and his musky scent engulfed her, heating her that much more. He gathered the cards and shuffled again.

The next game went as before, and she held four Kings. Amazing. She was better at this game than she thought. It was time for him to forfeit, and he once again pondered on this, biting his bottom lip during the silence.

A grin tugged on his lips. “My waist-coat or a kiss?”

“Your waist-coat.”

With a nod, he smiled and shrugged out of the garment. She knew his game. He was purposely losing.

“Why are you forfeiting your clothing?” she asked in a mocking tone.

“As I see it, you have more need for it than I. Doubtful your riding habit is dry as of yet.”

Megan nodded.

Once the third hand was dealt, she held a royal flush. He’d tricked her! What other excuse could there be? She decided not to say anything, just to see where this led. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she caught a breath in her throat. This wasn’t good; or was it? She had vowed to seduce him, but now faced with disrobing a man in person, the thought made her feel a bit green—yet excitement bubbled inside her chest.

“Your Grace.” She lowered her eyes as her cheeks burned. “I’d rather you leave your shirt on.”

“But my lady, what would you have me forfeit? Are you ready for a kiss?”

“I...I don’t know, but—”

“Have you never seen a man without a shirt?”

Her face scorched with heat. “Once, I accidentally caught my father without a shirt.”

“I assure you, I’m built no differently.”

She dared to look up, and at that moment his shirt came off. Her mouth turned dry. He lied. He wasn’t a thing like her father. Her father would consider himself privileged to have even half the definition the Duke had sculpting his wide chest.

A maelstrom of sensations flooded her mind, and she found she couldn’t remove her gaze from his masculine body. His bronzed body glistened with hardened muscles sprinkled with a few soft hairs around his dark, tight nipples.

Inwardly, she moaned. She swept her tongue across her parched lips to moisten them before swallowing. It didn’t register in her mind that he held out the shirt for her to take until he stood and walked to her. She should have paid better attention.
The shirt dropped in her lap and his masculine scent of spice and leather surrounded her. Bending over, he placed his face very close to hers. Hesitantly, she met his heated stare.

“You know, my sweet lady, you shouldn’t look at a man with wide, curious eyes, and a gaze that devours his body. It might give him improper thoughts.”

Megan swallowed again, this time seeming harder than the last. “Please forgive me, but...you look nothing like...my father.”

He chuckled, tracing his finger along side her jaw before moving back to his chair. She breathed a little easier, but not much.

Watch for my PRINT book at The Wild Rose Press. Also coming soon to Amazon.com

~~Phyllis~~

Once Jilted

2008-02-27T21:59:00.000-08:00

I just got my cover for Once Jilted. Even better, this book might come out in mid-March. So be on the lookout. This is one of six books written about orhpans who rode the orphan train together and made a pact.

Come find out how a woman with no family, jilted time and again by circumstance, finds love with a reluctant Irishman.

"Ideal" Writing Conditions

2008-02-26T10:49:00.000-08:00

Fellow Maven, Donica, and I have been lamenting recently. We seem to have lost our muse. I don't know why this happens, but it sucks when it does. I've been able to eek out a few hundred words here and there, sometimes I get lucky and do a few thousand. But it's not like it used to be, when I could get away with writing hundreds, if not thousands, of words a day.

Part of this is due to "real life". As I'm sure you know by now (because all you Mavens readers are *obviously* avid readers of my blog, Becka's Babble, lol), I've had some pretty gnarly stuff happen in my personal life. I won't rehash it all, but suffice it to say that plays a pretty big factor.

I've learned that I need to be left alone in order to write, and in a family with four kids aged 8,7,6, & 5, not to mention my DH, that can be hard to do. I can't stand people reading over my shoulder, and since my older children can read, that can be kind of awkward while writing a love scene. When kids go to bed, DH wants to unwind in front of the TV--with me. He's also recently moved his desk into my office. It's hard to concentrate when someone's yakking or listening to music all the time. LOL

So amidst the other bajillion things I have going on (homeschooling, karate, errands, dr. visits) it seems few and far between when I can get an hour or two of quiet time in order to write. My life seems to have gotten MORE hectic since the "old days" when I could sit and write to my heart's content. My kids are older, there are more responsibilities due to that fact, and now that I've "gotten somewhere" with regards to my writing, I can't write like I wanna.

Where's the justice? **sobs**

What about you? What are your "ideal" writing conditions? Can you write amidst chaos? Or must you have perfect silence?

~~Becka (who asks that you pass the muselax)
http://www.RebeccaGoings.com

Readers speak out

2008-02-25T10:12:00.001-08:00

Becka began this conversation on her readers loop and it kind of struck a chord. I know that we authors are always interested in what readers have to say. The discussion? What themes are you sick of? What ones turn you off completely? Some of the responses were secret babies (ugh) children in romance period. So tell us, what themes are you tired of?

I think secret babies have been done to death. I’m also tired of a certain line from a certain publisher where the hero is always wealthy. What I want to see is common every day people juggling romance with jobs, friends, and groceries. Not every one is going to find a man with Bill Gates money and Dwayne Johnson or Matthew Mchottie’s good looks. I don’t want to see a particularly forceful heroine. Don’t get me wrong, I love my heroines to kick ass and take names (if I didn’t I wouldn’t write them.) But I want a heroine who is feminine. She has to be able to handle a gun, support herself on her own two feet, express her views, and get any job done But she also loves it when the hero opens the doors for her, pulls out her chair, gives up his seat, and defends her to the bitter end. Seems almost contradictory doesn’t it?

Conversely, what themes do you love? I am into fantasy—dragons, shifters, magic, elves, etc. I also love suspense. Give me a good shoot out any day of the week. Paranormal romances are awesome. Witches, vampires, werewolves, I love them all.

So lets hear it folks, what do you love/hate in romance today?

Oldie - but still a goodie!

2008-02-22T21:32:00.000-08:00

Amazing as it sounds, a review site reviewed one of my old books! Always, My Love was published in December 2005. When review sites started picking up the story back then, it was getting awesome reviews--mostly 5-stars--and one Recommended Read. I was in heaven!

Well, here is another 5-star review, and she also gave it a Recommended Read. I'm back in heaven!!!

5 Blue Ribbons! As a reader, an emotional connection is easily made with Catherine and the conundrum she finds herself in; wanting to marry the man she loves yet committed to an older man. She is funny and smart and passionate. Her circumstances would bring many to their knees but Catherine manages to hold her head up and keep going strong. The genuine fear she has of her father is well portrayed and the emotional crippling came through loud and clear. Nicholas is a charming rascal, a hero of the finest order. Brave and sexy, strong and smart, his devotion to Catherine is apparent from the first meeting. His internal struggle is realistically presented and garnered sympathy from this reader more and more as the story progressed. I laughed and I cried as these two star crossed lovers were thrown one curve after another on the rocky journey to happily ever after. The skillfully woven story kept me enthralled until the dramatic end. The passion sizzles between Catherine and Nicholas, burning up the pages as the pair comes together in a deeply emotional way. I could almost feel the emotion as I read each scene the lovers shared. The secondary cast enhances the story, adding that extra zip that readers wish for in an intense story. Once I started to read I found I could not put the book down. I am honored to recommend ALWAYS MY LOVE by Phyllis
Campbell; this one will remain on my eReader for a very long time.~~Scarlet / Romance Junkies

To purchase in ebook
To purchase in paperback

~~Phyllis~~

What a collection!

2008-02-21T09:50:00.000-08:00

Collectibles in our house that have special meaning

We have a collection of collections to share with you this week.

Ciara’s Answers:
1. Stamp collection that I started after my grandmother died. We found correspondence from the early 1900’s, so collecting the stamps was a way of preserving a small piece of her memory.

2. Spoons – I have a demitasse spoon collection with a few spoons that have special associations like the one that came from my great grandfather’s ice cream parlor in 1930 or the one I made in jewelry class.

3. Antique china doll given to me by my aunt that dates around 1890.

4. My grandmother’s china that I pull out for special holidays.

Marie’s Answers:
5. My husband’s grandfather from Tennessee made a lot of things out of wood. We have several lamp tables and bookshelves that we’ll always treasure.

6. The same grandfather of my husband gave us a few items that he’d kept in great condition before he died. One was a very old radio with an old-fashioned turn table on it. The radio still works!

7. From my husband’s other side of the family, he has a very old lady’s revolver – like you’d see in the old western movies. Cool!

8. Last but not least, we have a really old sled that used to be my husband’s grandfather’s (from his mother’s side). We decorate this every year for Christmas and set it on the front porch.

Donica’s Answers:
I collect everything including dust so trying to narrow this list down is nigh to impossible.

9. My Springer Spaniel things. I have figurines, pictures, calanders, stuffed dogs, salt and pepper shakers, anything I can find that is obviously a Springer I add to my shelves. My "baby", Cochise was a beautiful example of the perfect Springer. I lost him almost a year ago and while I still feel the loss every day I do have my little collection to remind me of him.

10. My porcelain doll collections. I have Indian dolls in the living room (in keeping with my Native American/western theme). In the bedroom I have dolls that are Victorian, Regency, and other ages represented. These are special because my mom and I go to Branson every Veteran’s Day weekend to Christmas shop and I buy the dolls as remembrance of the trips.

11. My Barbie collection. I ADORE Barbie—Not the current aberrations the ones with the original looking faces. I have Bob Mackie, Harley, the holiday ones, Gone with the Wind collection, Little Debbie, to list a few. I am trying to get my hands on the Wizard of Oz series. DH laughed when I insisted on getting the collection insured. When the appraisal was done, he quit laughing.

12. M&M stuff. I have every dispenser that has ever been released. Plus I have clocks, cars, coffee mugs, teapots with the sugar and creamer set…if I had to list everything we’d be here for hours.

13. Cows. My kitchen is full of cows. Cow pots, cookie jars, knickknacks, measuring cups, measuring spoons, towels, cloths, potholders, and trivets. I’m a huge cow freak. I’m not sure why. When we lived in Wisconsin, I got into cows. Right. Dairy cows…actually my cows aren’t just black and white Holsteins. I have Limousin, Angus, Charolais, and Texas longhorns. I have several photos of my grandfather’s cattle in frames on my walls. The herd has begun to spread out into other places of the house. It’s hard keeping them all corralled.

What about you? What kind of collections have taken you in?

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I'm late for a very important date!

2008-02-20T19:48:00.000-08:00

Yup. I'm the white rabbit tonight. I forgot to post this morning because usually, I write my blogs the night before and post very late. Funny thing happened on the way to the blog. *grin*

So, yesterday, I took off from school to take my daughter to two different doctor appointments. With little else to do but wait and talk, we spent a half hour giggling over my son's past injuries. Yup, he's accident prone. He passed out in the bathroom when he was very young due to high fever and has a scar on his temple to prove it. He's broken his arm, not once, but twice in the same exact place. The first time happened when he was showing off on his skooter for a girl. That's my boy. The second happened a week after the cast was removed and while he was jumping hurdles for school. Two years ago, I took him to Urgent Care when he broke two toes playing football barefooted. Well duh.

So, we spend the day talking about other things as well and all in all it was a fun day. Except, my daughter's cell phone is on the fritz so she talked me into changing out sim cards so she could converse with her friends as we traveled two hours to her second doctor appointment. No worries. No one ever calls me anyway. Right?

Well - except there's this thing called Murphy's Law. I get home around 6:00 PM and my husband comes in shortly thereafter. "So, how was your day, dear?" to which he replies, "Rather complicated." Eh? Complicated?

Seems my accident-prone son gave plasma. Afterwards, he decided to visit his old band buddies at the high school. Now mind you, I'm not there at work because - yup, I'm two hours away at a doctor's appointment. He gets lightheaded and goes outside for air where he passes out. His friend goes for the teacher, but my son rouses himself and seems to be okay when he passes out again only this time - BONK, forehead meets cement - hard. And yes, the cement won. Think big, tall, fairly built 18-year-old. (he's 6'2", 175 lbs)

So, after a few more pints of blood gush out, the nurse sees him and they call the paramedics, he refuses to ride in the ambulance (bless his heart, he's worried over the cost) so my mom picks him up. Of course, the parking attendant doesn't realize why she's there and won't let her through because he's blocking traffic for the accident victim. Ugh. But she parks a block away and finally gets to my boy. My DH met them at Urgent Care where my son received 6 stitches and a bright red bandage. DH took him to get his car and then my son drove himself to the pharmacy as by that time he was no longer woozy.

I told my daughter later that we would never, ever mention the boy's accident-prone nature again. We don't need to tempt Murphy's law. Ugh.

Book Signing with NICOLE JORDAN

2008-02-15T09:18:00.000-08:00

Well, one of my dreams came true last week. I did a book signing with a BIG NY Times Best Selling Author of historicals....NICOLE JORDAN!!!

She is in my RWA Chapter, and what a great person she is to have a signing with. We were at Barnes & Noble last Saturday for a Valentine's Day signing. Besides us, there were three other authors. Of course Nicole had sold out of her books and she had to go out to her car to get another box of books. One day I hope to be able to do that at a signing.

I was disappointed in the Bookstore because they didn't have the proper signs for any of the authors, so pretty much we just looked like we were sitting at a book display table holding a pen with a bottle of water by our arm. Sheesh! But we still had a pretty good signing. Most of the authors sold almost all of their books.

Afterwards, as I was driving home, I was thinking over the afternoon and realized I'd always wanted to do a book signing with a big author. Then it reminded me of my very first book signing. It was during my RWA Conference, and our guest authors were Brenda Novak and Sherrilyn Kenyon. Of course Sherrilyn's fans packed the house, but it was very interesting to watch how her fans trickled down to the other author's tables. The sign on my table read: Marie Higgins aks Phyllis Campbell. I wondered why they even had my other name. After all it was Phyllis signing! But I sold quite a few books, and it wasn't until later when I discovered why. Apparently, Sherrilyn's fans read 'Higgins' and thought I was Mary Higgins Clark. hahahahah But hey...it helped me sell some books, right?

~Phyllis~

Happy Valentine's Day

2008-02-14T10:57:00.001-08:00

I'm supposed to be doing the T13 today. But I'm really swamped right now so I'm only going to say Happy Valentine's Day to you all from the four of us. We want to hear from you. Tell us about your most memorable Valetine's Day. It can be sweet, funny, weird, romantic or disasterous. Leave your memory in the comments section and we'll be looking forward to hearing from you!

Huggles
Donica and the Mavens

New Cover!

2008-02-13T00:00:00.000-08:00

I confess, I always get a bit nervous waiting for the cover of a new release. Will I like it? And if I don't, will I offend the artist if I complain? I think overall, I've been very lucky with my covers. I've only complained once and it wasn't much of a complaint, just a suggestion which the artist readily agreed to. Whew, what a relief. I love the fact that the artist will listen to suggestions and make changes if necessary. Some houses employ artists who aren't so bendable.

But I LOVE this cover. It's very eye-catching. Now, I'm anxious to see what great art will embrace the cover of Once Jilted. The suspense is killing me. LOL.

By the way, you can read the first chapter of Kaitlin's Silver Lining at www.ciaragold.com and while you're at it, enter my contest.

Have you ever encountered a character that stuck with you?

2008-02-11T14:36:00.000-08:00

I watched (and ultimately read) Gone With the Wind and I was struck by two characters. Yes Scarlett, that’s a given. When I really studied the characters I realized that the one who made the biggest impression—the one who I wanted to be like—was Melanie (Hamilton) Wilkes. She wasn’t brash, she wasn’t outlandish, but she wasn’t a mouse either. She was soft spoken, kind, understanding and had a quiet gentle spirit. She was admired and respected but she could stand on her own two feet. I always thought if only I were more like Melanie…

Then there are the characters that couldn’t be dreamed up in fiction. Let’s look at Mae West.

I adored her. Mae told it like it was. She didn’t put on airs. She had definite views and wasn’t ashamed to let them out. A very controversial woman, she was a vaudevillian actress who moved over to the film world. She can also be thanked in the discovery of the handsome Cary Grant. Mae wrote and produced her own plays. She beleived talking about sex was a basic human right. She was the original feminist.

She wrote produced and directed a Broadway show entitled Sex (It was very popular for about a year before the New York Police Department raided West and her company, charging them with obscenity, despite the fact that 325,000 people had watched it, including members of the police department and their wives, judges of the criminal courts, and seven members of the district attorney’s staff. West was sentenced to 10 days in jail, getting out two days early for good behavior. The resulting publicity increased her national renown.)

Mae shared her opinions on everything in life from the censorship she often encountered to love and marriage. Many common everyday sayings can be linked back to her in origin.

Have you ever said (or heard) “Marriage is an institution”? Mae said it first. She said: Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution.

How about “Pure as the driven snow” It was commented by her “I used to be snow white, but I drifted.”

Mae was quite well known for her many…shall we say, friendly acquaintances… ( I just heard Mae in my head screaming “Hell honey, say it like it is!”)

Mae had many affairs and when asked about her relationships she made off the cuff remarks such as: “I go for two kinds of men. The kind with muscles, and the kind without”. Or “I only like two kinds of men; domestic and foreign”. One of my favorites “It's not the men in my life that counts, it's the life in my men.” And the one that really brought a smile to my face: “A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in.”

While I had a desire to be a sweet and good-natured as Melanie I ended up being more like Mae. (Aw honey, there are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.)

What are some characters that stuck with you? Was there anyone you ever wanted to emulate? Tell us about them!

Donica
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T13-2-1st

2008-02-07T09:59:00.000-08:00

Unusual locations where you’ve kissed your honey.

Ciara’s Answers:
1. In the back of the bus on choir trips to contest. And where were those chaperones anyway????
2. At a park, inside one of those large metal tubes in broad daylight. And yes, I was young then and skinny enough to fit in one of those tubes.
3. On the golf course when fourth of July fireworks lit the night sky. The only problem was that the sprinklers went off, dousing us before the kiss could become more.
4. In the middle of a lake on a sailboat. We still kid my son, telling him he was a “sailboat” baby.

Marie’s Answers
5. Hubby and I used to go to an empty church parking lot late at night and make out.
6. When we were dating, we would kiss anywhere, unusual or not, but I remember we went to an amusement park and received lots of dirty looks! Of course, I had like five hickies on my neck…
7. At my husband’s work. This isn’t that unusual, but the guys my hubby works with tease him, so for him to kiss me in front of them is a miracle!

Donica’s Answers:
8. On an ATV in the woods
9. In the commuter lot at the airport
10. On the back of a horse-BDH*
11. At the sale barn-BDH*
12. At the airport watching the planes
13. In a church parking lot
*Before Dear Hubby*

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Lots of Hair to pull out

2008-02-06T00:00:00.000-08:00

Yes, I wrote the same blog for myspace, but .... maybe you'll see why after reading this. There's just not much time this week for anything.

This week has been crazy! Not just your typical, over-the-top crazy, but unreal crazy. It's a good thing I have lots of thick, long hair or I'd be bald by now.

So - it started when I got an e-mail on a short story that is supposed to go to print in June. Turns out it might be released a lot earlier. My wonderful editor only had minor changes. I guess I didn't read the e-mail close enough cuz I didn't see that she'd actually sent those edits in an attachment. Four days later, I get the edits for a book that releases in April and as expected, I have some major rewriting to do. No worried. Me and Pepsi had a good time staying up late. Yep. On Sat, the 26th, I wrote and rewrote until 4:00 AM. Sunday, until 1:30 AM, Monday until 2:30 AM, Tuesday until 1:00 AM, Wednesday until 1:00 AM and I sent that puppy sailing out the door at about 10:00 PM Thursday night. Now keep in mind that I get up each morning at 6:00 AM to get ready for the day job. Ugh.

So, I'm feeling much relieved when she writes back on Friday and wonders what became of the rewrites for Once Jilted. I roll my eyes left, then right and frantically begin searching my trash folder for that e-mail that must have contained those edits. Yup. Found it. So - no rest for the weary.

After my booksigning on Saturday, the 2nd, I came home at 4:00 PM and immediately dove into the edits. At least there weren't many and I was done by 10:00 PM. But - then she found more and I worked on it until late Sunday. (Yes, I did take a break for Superbowl) But I still had to write the forward, an article that introduces the book. Needless to say between those rewrites and the article, I didn't get a lot of sleep Sunday or Monday either.

Tonight? I'm going to bed early. I hope. Alas, I still have to mat 50 pieces of artwork between now and Saturday for a big school contest. Am I nuts or what? Oh wait. Is that before or after the 4 articles I still have to write for a local magazine? Maybe I'm not going to sleep early tonight. Sigh.

But I just got some great news! Once Jilted will either be released in March or April. The publisher is shooting for March but it's a bit close, so it might have to wait until April. Whoop!

Hello there!

2008-02-05T10:21:00.000-08:00

Hi all! My posts are pretty sparse. I've been keeping busy with writing and family stuff.

I see Marie shared her hero. Um YEAH yummy! I LOVE LOVE LOVE Moonlight! I do keep images of people in a file for use as chracters. I absolutely adore trace Adkins (who wouldn't!) and I have him as a hero in one of my WIPs. I've also used Rob Morrow (Justice Bernard) and Keifer Southerland (Chase Willet) I use certain actresses as well. Charlize Theron (Callye Ann Simone)Angela Everhart (Brandy Montgomery)just to name a few as the spring board for my characters. Yes they have differences, scars, vocal pitch, eye color, hair styles, but they are base models.

So anyway. Tuesday is usually Becka's day but she's taking a short hiatus. Deadlines and family obligations are keeping her at bay for the time being. I am supposed to blog on Mondays but I've been off kilter as well. Hope to get into the swing of things before long.

So what have I been up to? Working on a new suspense, doing newsletters, reading through manuscripts, writing, self editing and trying desperately to come up with something other than housework to do.

Are you looking forward to Vaentine's Day? I know I am. Not for the candy and flowers bit, but because The Romance Studio will announce the winners of the CAPA awards and I'm up for the inspirational catagory with Do Overs!

I'm getting pretty excited. Although June is a ways off I'm looking forward to my next release. The Tides of Maryna's Love (Elemental Desires series) is slated to be released then. I can't wait!

I'm currently juggling two WIPs. It's very hard to concentrate on one as they alternate who is screaming the loudest in my head at any given time.

WIP 1: Nursery Crimes:
Nursery Rhymes have never been so brutal…

Beulah “Bo” Davis is an FBI Special Investigator who deals with everything from kidnappings to bombings so when she’s called in to help the Lexington Police Department solve a series of murders she doesn’t even bat an eye.

Logan Hunter is a detective trying to catch a killer. One whose victims are the scum of the earth: Pedophiles. Still murder is murder and no matter how little loss to society the victims are Logan has a job to do.

The killer’s calling card is a burnt mug shot left behind and each murder is based on a nursery rhyme. Can Bo and Logan fight their personal prejudice and stop the killer before the next crime?

WIP 2: The Temple Veil
Knights and treasures were once fairy tales--now they're nightmares

Maddie Sinclair’s had dreams and visions of white knights and secret treasures since she was a child. As she’s grown those dreams and visions have gotten more frequent and the pull has become almost physical. She has to follow the path that her mind is setting for her.

Tristan Alderich has known all his life that his duty was to find and protect the Holy Grail. The inner compass that has guided his life is leading him onward. He didn’t know what to expect when he found the grail but it sure wasn’t a five foot three inch woman, with voice like velvet, honey blond hair and eyes as green as the new grass.

Tristan must protect Maddie during her quest but evil waits behind every corner. If he fails, Maddie and humanity will pay the ultimate price.

I have a third one that had been consuming me but the idea it began with isn't the way it's turning out to be. So I'm not going to be able to share this with you, yet.

I get asked how I can write two books at one time. I don't know, LOL last year I wrote 5 books in the span of one year and those were written pretty much simultaneously. It wasn't easy, I still don't know how I did it, but I'm pretty proud of myself! Hopefully this year will be as productive as last.

Okay, need to head off. Storms are passing in and out. If I'm lucky they'll stay out. Then I can work instead of clean, LOL

Huggles!
Donica

Imagining my hero

2008-02-01T17:09:00.000-08:00

A week from tomorrow is my RWA Chapter meeting. We will be learning how to put images to our story through actual pictures. I've never done this before, but I've heard many authors do it. They have an actual picture of their characters which they use when they write their stories.

In my current WIP (work in progress), my hero has been cursed by a witch, and he turns into a wolf every time he lusts after a woman. Not like a werewolf, though. My story is historical paranormal and has a gothic feel to it. Lately, I've had one picture in mind for my hero - since I'm a HUGE Moonlight fan. Gotta love that Mick!

The only bad thing about this pic is that he doesn't look very historical.

Another picture comes to mind when I think of historical heroes. I've adored this one for years since I first watched "Ever After". Ahhhh...

Who is your favorite hero?

~Phyllis~

I'm a Star!

2008-01-30T00:00:00.000-08:00

You are The Star

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised

The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Well if I'm a star, I'm a very tired star. I'm working on edits for an April release and dang, what was I thinking? The first half of the book was awesome if I do say so myself, but toward the end, I made the hero into a heel. A very handsome heel, but even pretty feet smell. LOL. So - yup, I've been burning the midnight oil to rewrite the last part of the book and it's going better than I expected, well, except for my lack of sleep. I stayed up until 3:45AM Saturday, then 11:00PM Sunday, but on Monday, I wrote until 2:00 AM. I didn't even know it was that late, but my body felt it the next day when I had to get up at 6:00AM. Tonight? I'm going to bed earlier, but I soooo want to finish it.

Feeling Behind

2008-01-23T11:27:00.000-08:00

I'm just now getting around to posting. This whole week I've felt like I've been one step behind. Mainly due in part to contest month at school. We entered 59 pieces of work in a very big, upcoming competition that will happen in February. What does that mean for me? Lot's of work. I have to mat each piece and make sure all the paperwork is attached. So yeah. It's hard to write when the focus is elsewhere.

On a brighter note, I think my orphan train contribution might be getting bumped up a bit. Whoop! That would be truly awesome. I'll let you know as soon as I know.

Dreaming BIG!

2008-01-18T09:50:00.000-08:00

SHOW ME THE MONEY!

We've heard this many times...especially if you're a romance writer. On Karen A Fox's website, she talks about the different publishers and what an author can expect to be paid in advance for our first book. I have three stories that I could get published right away, and two more that I have half-way written. So let's say I could sell five books this year. (remember, I'm dreaming big here!)

If I sold my historical Courting Disaster (still need to figure out another title!) to AVON, I would get an advance of $3,500.

If I sold my historical Spanish Eyes to Harlequin Historicals, I'd get an advance of $5,000.

If I sold my contemporary Down & Dirty to Silhouette Desire, I'd get an advance of $4,000.

If I sold my historical paranormal Night Secrets to TOR, I'd get an advance of $8,000.

And finally, if I geared one of my other stories for Harlequin American, I'd get an advance of $4,000.

NOW...what if I could sell all these books in ONE YEAR (yes, I'm still dreaming big)? I'd get $24,500 just in advances. Yes, that's very sweet, isn't it?

I know writing books isn't supposed to be all about how much money an author can make, but I've been with small presses for four years now, and I really would like to make money from my books since I really haven't so far.

So..will 2008 be my lucky year? We shall find out....

~Phyllis~

Feeling Lazy

2008-01-16T00:00:00.000-08:00

This is the first breath of air I've had in a long time. Yeah, I know. If that were true, I'd be dead. So - no, I'm not being literal. (pinching myself to see if I'm alive.)

My last contracted work is finished. In other words, I have nothing contracted after Once Jilted comes out in June. That's both a wonderful feeling and a scary feeling. Wonderful because it's been sorta stressful writing to the clock. But scary because -WHAAA, I have nothing else contracted. Egads. I best set about getting some queries written at the very least.

I'm not really worried. I've started work on a sequel to Celestial Dragon and A Noble Sacrifice. I just don't want to feel pressured into finishing it by a certain date. So - I plan to write 10 chapters of the Dragon King before seeking a contract.

But that's not all! (Sounds like an info-mercial, doesn't it? Hee hee) I'm also working on a few other projects as well. I just now feel the freedom to work at my own pace. That's really a nice feeling to have.

Like a Tall Glass of Water in a Hot, Dry Desert

2008-01-15T11:54:00.000-08:00

Now that the holidays are over and a lot of the stress is gone, I've finally been able to concentrate on what I most love to do - writing. You would not believe how long I've been absent from writing new material. When I finished TOMB, my book for Cobblestone Press, I pretty much couldn't write anything else after that. What, with Thanksgiving and Christmas right around the corner, it was nigh impossible.

No matter how many times I sat down at the computer, I just couldn't get anything to come, nothing inspired me, and all I could think about was shopping for gifties or throwing parties or going to parties and family coming to visit and food to cook and bake... It was insane!

But now, I think Becka's got her groove back. It's taken awhile to warm up to the book I'm currently writing, ONCE A DREAMER. But I've been brainstorming and coming up with some great ideas, and I'm about 5K into it. Sure, 5K isn't that much in the grand scheme of things. But considering my long, drawn-out dry spell, it's better than nothing.

Now, instead of putting my writing off and trying not to think about it, I'm constantly thinking about this book and how I can write it to the best of my abilities. I really love it so far, and I can't wait until I'm in the thick of it. The hardest part for me in writing any book is the beginning. Once I get past this "hump" there'll be no holding back.

It's about dang time!

~~Becka
http://www.RebeccaGoings.com

Goodbye my friend

2008-01-14T10:06:00.001-08:00

I was going to post something intelligent and profound today. But when I woke and logged on I received some very sad news. A friend of mine’s husband passed away. He’d been battling cancer and he lost the battle at 1:30 yesterday morning. My heart aches for her. I can’t help b ut cry over the loss.

The strange thing is I’ve never met her in person. Several years ago, I joined eHarlequin and I found a place where I fit. A place called the Bat Cave. These were like minded individuals who were pursuing the illusive publishing contract, people who had the same twisted take on life as I do…okay no one is as twisted as me, but they’re pretty darn close. The support, friendship and strength this group gave me helped me through some of the darkest moments of my life and I like to think I’ve offered my help when others have needed it.

When Valerie’s husband became ill we all shared grief, worry and well wishes with her. When he was in hospital cards, letters and tiny tokens of affection were sent to them. When he was so ill he couldn’t eat, she shared her grief with us and we sent her our love.

Valkyrie, my fiend, I send all my fwaps for you and the loss of Croc Hunter. I’ll be winging my support across the continents and hope that my wings wrap you in comfort. Unhugz.

Donica

2008-T13-2

2008-01-10T11:00:00.000-08:00

What’s your sign

Have you ever seen a sign that you felt was what fit into your life in some way? Here are a list of signs that mavens would five finger discount IF A)They were the fingering type, B)Actually could find them

Ciara Gold:
1. I think everyone wants to find and collect one with their name on it. That’s a given.
2. I’d love to find one that says: Muse Street, that way when my Muse decides to vacation, I’ll know where to find her.
3. Stargate – I love the series, but having a street named after it would be super cool.

Phyllis
4. I’m a big fan of Moonlight, so that would be a great sign!!
5. I always collect anything that has my name – or the names of my two daughters, Chrystal & Heather. Now I can collect something with my grandson’s name, Xavier.
6. Maybe “Marie’s World” would be good since my husband always says I’m always in “my” world.

Donica’s Answers:
7. A sign that says Hitchhikers may be escaping inmates
8. A sign for highway exit 18 A off of interstate 64 that says “Bat Cave” I have Halloween and bat things all over my office AND I’m in a writers group called “The Bat Cave”
9. Beware of Bear
10. There is a highway KY here and right on the junction is a place called The Lubrication Station. I’d love to have that highway sign and the sign from the station.

Becka’s Answers:
11. A sign in San Diego that has a man, woman and child running. It’s a Illegal immigrant warning sign
12. A sign in a place called Fu_ _ing (pronounced fooking?) It has the word and then a slash through it so it’s “No (fooking)”
13. A sign that has a burglar with a car and then an open trunk lid with a dollar sign. The caption reads Hide your Valuables.

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Christmas Chuckle

2008-01-09T00:00:00.000-08:00

Well, I could tell you all about my 5 angel review for Eliza's Copper Penny or the various polls where I have work you can vote for, but ... I'd rather tell you a story, cuz I'm in a story-telling mood.

My daughter is quite the character and doesn't like change. Our usual Christmas tradition involves going to Christmas Eve services, opening gifts on Christmas Eve, opening stockings the following morning followed by Christmast brunch, then Christmas Turkey dinner late afternoon. This year, plans changed for one reason or another, but mainly because my daughter had to work Christmas Eve. She was very upset that we weren't opening gifts that night, that instead we were opening them Christmas morning. "But Mom, let's at least open our stockings." I hadn't even gotten their stockings ready. "Really Mom, I'll ask Santa. I'm sure he'll say it's okay." I just frowned at her. She left only to come back a little later. "Let's call Santa. What's his number?" Mind you, this is my sixteen-year-old. I'm like, no, let's just be patient and wait until tomorrow.

She sulked off, but came into the kitchen later and started to beg again. "I really think we should call Santa. He'll tell you it's fine to give us our stockings early."
Me? I'm frowning, but she has me at the breaking point. "Fine. Call him."

Her eyes light up. "Really? What the number?"

I arch a brow and give her one of "those" looks. "I don't know. Try 1-800-Northpole."

She dials. Her eyes widen. "Mom! Some lady answered and said, 'Hello, sexy man, what's your pleasure tonight."

My mouth gaped. "Hang up. Hang up, quick." Lord only knows how much that call is going to cost me. Of course, no one expected that to be a live number. I still don't know if she was pulling my leg or a real person answered the phone. I do know Santa left the stockings that night.

Writing Goals

2008-01-03T00:00:00.000-08:00

New Year’s Writing Goals (Anything and everything but lose weight)
1. Interview at least 7 folks per issue for the new community Magazine.
2. Rework my Fantasy and start the query process again
3. Do a better job of promoting, so folks know I have great stories to read.
4. Write sequel to A Noble Sacrifice, (Cari’s Story)

Marie’s Answers
1. Write at least 5 pages a day – or one chapter a week.
2. Send out a query to a big publisher at least one a month until contracted.
3. Finish at least three of my stories that have previously been started.
4. Work with critique groups once a week.

Donica’s Answers
1. Write a total of 6 books this year
2. Sell those books
3. Branch out more in the promotions aspects of writing

Becka’s Answers
1. Spend less time on IM and more time working on manuscripts.
2. Send a query to Silhouette Desire and see if I can get my foot in the door at Harlequin.
3. I actually want to do less promo, as I feel I burned out on it in 2007. I was doing so much promo via chats, guest blogging, blogging in general, keeping up on my author loop, networking on sites such as MySpace and FaceBook, that I feel as if my writing really suffered for it. Therefore, I aim to pencil in my promo around my writing, not pencil in my writing around my promo.

The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

Polls

2008-01-02T00:00:00.000-08:00

The polls are up! Everyone gets very excited this time of year because there are so many review sites and other sites who offer awards to their favorite authors/books. I'm no different. I get a real rush when I see that someone has nominated one of my books for something. Imediately afterwards, there's a feeding frenzy while authors let their readers know. Yep, it's time to vote.

I'm no different. Some awards require reader input. Votes. And the campaigning begins. LOL. Well, I won't campaign. Like everyone else, I believe I've written a dang good story, but at the same time, I want honest votes. So - here's my campaign. I don't care who you vote for, but just vote. The more readers who vote, the more valid the results.

Below are a list of links where you can peruse the nominations and cast your vote.

Long and Short Reviews and no, I'm not on this one as I didn't submit anything for them to review.

Love Romances Cafe and again, I'm not up for anything at this site but you'll see some familiar names. Just click on the poll section once you visit the loop.

But now, I am up at Editors and Preditors along with a lot of familiar names and faces. You can find A Noble Sacrifice under the Sci-Fi and Fantasy Novels and Eliza's Copper Penny is under Book/e-book cover artwork. I love this cover. It's very striking.

Last year, Sarah's Brass Token was nominated for a CAPA. Wow. But this year, The Romance Studio didn't review one of my books. Bummer. But that's okay. I'm still estatic with the Eppie nomination for A Noble Sacrifice.

So regardless of your favorites, just go out and VOTE!

Here's wishing everyone a wonderful New Year.

Looking forward to 2008!

2007-12-28T12:12:00.000-08:00

I don't know about you, but I'm sooooo ready for 2007 to be gone. This has NOT been my year at all. And to make things worse, I haven't been able to write for four months.

Things are looking better for 2008. My teenage daughter (who has been giving me grief) is going to move out. This is good news and bad. I'll miss my 20-month-old grandson terribly, but at least I won't stress over my daughter. I'll have more time to write, which I'm looking forward to.

It's my goal for 2008 to get my foot in the door (or window, whatever works) with one of the big NY publishers. Santa even gave me a new computer and laser printer for the occasion. Woo-Hoo! To prepare for the time I start writing full time, my muse has been on over-drive. Since Christmas, I've though of three new story ideas. Oh boy! heehee

So, raise your glasses of wine, champagne, Coke, or water (or whatever you drink) and let's toast to a great New Year!!

~Phyllis~

Flypen

2007-12-26T09:38:00.000-08:00

Technology continues to get better and better. My son and Santa brought me a flypen for Christmas. And oh, wow, I'm in love. All I have to do is turn it on, activated it, and write. So, when I'm in the car on long trips or stuck in a boring assembly, I can write. I had to install software on my computer, but now it's all ready to recieve so I can take the pen home, plug it in and the program tranlates my hen scratching into words in my word doc. file. How nifty is that? Did I say I'm in love? I can't wait to make real use of it.

I also recieved a digital dictaphone and the only thing that would make this gadget better is the same ability to transform audible into printed word, but still, I can see a ton of uses for it as well. In fact, I took it to the bath last night. I'm always getting an idea or two while I relax and this time I was able to record the idea before I lost it.

I am all set for the coming year. Whoop!

Danger In Her Arms is available NOW!

2007-12-21T14:48:00.000-08:00

I'm so excited! My first romantic suspense, Danger In Her Arms is available today! Woo-Hoo!!!! Check out the book trailer - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAqMq46u-Cc

Visit The Wild Rose Press to purchase.

**excerpt**

If not for the chills rushing over her skin and multiplying quickly, Taylor Marshall would think today’s stroll in the park was like any other day with her daughter. A soft, autumn wind blew through the trees and stirred a lock of hair against Taylor’s cheek as if to soothe her.

It didn’t.

Instead, fear spread through her like a disease, cold and impetuous. She sucked in a quick breath. Remember, breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. She peered over her shoulder and glanced at the cluster of trees near the edge of the park. Nobody looked her way, but it was if somebody’s gaze crawled over her. Trepidation of the unknown raked through her like jagged fingernails.

Tightening her hands on the handle of the baby stroller, she pushed it faster. Instead of walking to the swing-set like she’d promised her daughter, she headed back to the parking lot.

Three-year-old Megan tilted her head and looked at her with sad eyes. “Mommy? I wanna swing.”

“No. Not today.” She bit her tongue, wishing her tone hadn’t been so sharp. Instinct told her to get the hell out of there.

Meggie’s big blue eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip protruded. “But I wanna swing.”

Taylor tried her best to smile, but her unsettled nerves made her lips quiver. “Meggie, let’s go home and make some cookies. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Meggie shrugged. “O-tay, but I wanna swing.”

Taylor glanced around the park, taking in the number of people standing by the fenced pond, the park benches, and the jungle gym. Since it was lunchtime, many walked toward the group of trees near the picnic areas. Out of all the people who surrounded her, there wasn’t one she detected watching her every move. Still, the unidentified terror that rushed through her testified differently.

The closer to the parking lot she came, the more she wanted to break into a run. It was bad enough her poor daughter’s head bounced in rocky rhythm as they dashed over the grassy knoll. The heavy pounding of Taylor’s heart knocked through her chest, overriding the steps her athletic shoes made as they slapped the ground. Her car wasn’t much farther.

Who’d be doing this to her? Could it be one of the many people threatening her father? But then she should be used to this since he’d been threatened a lot in his profession. Although, this time was different. Her father had acted different.
She clenched her jaw. Two nights ago, her father informed her he’d been receiving threatening letters again. Threats weren’t unusual for multi-billionaire Leland Marshall. But this time he had mentioned hiring a bodyguard to protect her. She’d argued. Her safety had been just fine so far in the past twenty-three years.

Almost to the car...

Taylor slowed as she neared her shiny silver Audi. She calmed her breathing, hoping to ease the panic lodged in her dry throat. When she stopped, her legs wobbled and her hands shook. As she reached to unlatch her daughter, she glanced over her shoulder. The cars that filled the parking lot held no immediate threat—none that she could see, anyway.

Meggie giggled and clapped. “That’s fun, Mommy. Do it again.”

Taylor didn’t want to laugh, but the sweet cherub face of her red-cheeked daughter had her grinning anyway. “I don’t think so, honey. Mommy’s all out of breath from running.”

“You were fast.” Meggie giggled. “It tickled my tummy.”

The burning in Taylor’s throat matched the pain in her chest, and under her breath, she swore. She bent and rested her hands on her knees, breathing in deep gushes of air. Perhaps she was overreacting. She glanced behind her at each car. As far as she could tell, nobody had followed.

She blamed her father for putting fear into her. He’d drained the first twenty-three years of her life by being so over-protective, she didn’t want him doing it any longer. She’d told him time and time again she needed to control her own life, not live under the Marshall Dynasty’s thumb.

Once she helped Meggie out of her stroller, her daughter ran to the back of the car to help put it in the trunk.

"No, honey, we’ll just put this in the back seat.”

Meggie shrugged and skipped to her side.

The keys rattled as Taylor reached with a shaky hand to hit the unlock button. She took a deep breath. Steady. Aiming, she clicked the remote and the doors unlocked. She yanked the door open and motioned to her daughter. “Hurry inside, honey.”

Heavy footsteps thudded on the pavement behind her. She turned her head and glanced in the direction of the sound. A man barreled toward her wearing a gray jogging suit and a black knit cap that covered most of his forehead. His heavy shoulder slammed into her and her body struck the car. Pain raced up her spine as her breath whooshed from her. The keys fell from her hands.

He yanked Meggie and hooked her underneath his arm. Her daughter cried out and stretched with outstretched arms.

God no! Fear gripped Taylor’s throat and made it impossible to scream. She lunged for her daughter and grabbed at the man’s baggy sleeve. With his elbow to her side, he shoved her away. The corner of the door struck her back with the force of a sledgehammer and she collapsed to the pavement. The man zigzagged between the vehicles and dashed away.

She yelled through the pain, “Help me. He’s got my baby.”

Tears sprang to her eyes and blurred her vision. She scrambled to her feet and broke into a run. Her lungs ached, her throat burned. The faster she ran, the weaker her legs became. But she couldn’t stop. She also couldn’t stop screaming, although nobody seemed to care or to help.

The man headed for the clump of trees while Meggie screamed for her. Held like a football in this monster’s arms, Meggie’s head bounced as she held her arms out to Taylor while big tears streaked down her daughter’s face.

As he ran toward the other side of the park, fear suffocated Taylor. Soon he’d be out of sight.

She tripped and her body flew through the air. When she landed, her heart crumbled. An intense sting ripped through her bruised knees and scratched hands. A loud sob tore from her throat and tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t stop now. Limbs shaking, she struggled to her feet.

Another man ran by her in a business suit, holding a gun, heading directly for the monster who’d taken Meggie. He stopped before reaching the kidnapper and her daughter. Standing still, legs apart, he pointed his gun.

“No! Don’t shoot—” She sprang toward him, adrenaline pumping through her weak limbs.

The precise pop of the gun made her heart leap to her throat. She stopped and clutched her churning stomach.

~Phyllis~