Monday, September 15, 2014

New Release - Nyght's Eve - Laurie Roma



It's Release Day for my dear friend, Laurie Roma's newest book! I got a sneak peek at this one, and I have to confess that Dare Nyght is my new favorite book boyfriend.  Congratulations, Laurie!






Blurb:

Daryk “Dare” Nyght is a man on the edge. As a trauma surgeon in the Army, he has seen his share of combat, but his high-risk lifestyle has left him burnt out and in desperate need of some peace. A man without a home, he heads to the small town of Breakers to get some rest and spend some time with a few friends, but what he finds there is more than he ever expected...

Evie Beaumont is a woman who seems to have it all. She has grace, beauty and wealth, but she hides from painful memories by burying herself in her work at the rescue center she runs. When these two lost souls come together in a clash of wills, the sparks between them are undeniable. Will passion be enough or can they find a way to open their hearts for a chance at true love?


Excerpt:

Stalling, Dare bent down and picked up a stick. Pulling back his arm, he let it fly and watched as all four dogs gave chase. “First, I want to say I’m usually not such an idiot around women. I think it’s just you.”

“Lucky me.”

He shot a look at her. “Why don’t we write it off as my stupid moment of the day and forget about it?”

Evie paused, considering. “Do you have many of those?”

“What, stupid moments? I’m male, so that would be yes. I think we have a quota each day or we just don’t feel right.”

“Hmm.”

He heaved out a sigh. “You...disturb me.”

That had her stopping in her tracks. Offended to her core, she glared at him with her hands on her hips. “Excuse me?”

“See, even the way you glare at me. That shouldn’t turn me on.”

“It...I...” She lost her ability to speak. Did he really just—

“Damn it, Evie,” he said as he took a step closer. “I shouldn’t have missed seeing your face today.”

Her mouth opened, then closed as she struggled to form a response. She took a step back, then another. “No. You said—”

“I know what I said.”

“Then we should probably just avoid each other from now on while you’re here.”

Dare took another step forward, closing the distance between them again as he slowly shook his head. “I’ve tried that. It doesn’t seem to be working.”

“Well, try harder,” she snapped. She started to take another step back, but stopped when she realized he had her retreating.

He burst out laughing. “Damn, woman. You sure do know how to stomp on a man’s ego.”

“That’s not all I’m gonna stomp on.”

Still chuckling, he wrapped an arm around her waist and jerked her to him, making her gasp. “Why don’t we try this instead?”

Dare’s mouth came down on hers, hot and hard. A low moan tore from Evie’s throat at the pleasure of feeling him against her. She knew she should protest, push him away or something, but her hands simply grabbed onto his shirt, needing something to anchor her as he took her under, into a sea of sensation.

Evie gasped again when he pulled her closer so she felt the steel hard spike of his erection again her stomach. It seemed to burn her through their clothes, and made her ache for more. He took advantage when her lips parted and pushed his tongue deep, stroking and tasting. Not to be outdone, she gave up fighting and met his desire with her own. She took the kiss deeper, tilting her head to the side, fitting them together like two pieces of a puzzle.

She lost herself in the kiss, taking and giving in equal measure. His other hand delved into her hair, tugging her head back and the small sting made her shiver. Time seemed to stop while they were locked together. Her hands slid under his shirt of their own volition. Feeling the hard contours of the muscles on his back made her knees go weak and another moan of pleasure broke free. She wanted to touch all of him, to stroke her hands over his hard body until he was as mad for her as she was for him.

This was passion.

This was wild, lust-driven need.

This was...insane.

Gasping, she pulled back. Sweet Jesus, what was she doing? Here she was, making out with Dare out in the open where anyone could see, and she didn’t even like the man...did she?

Dare’s grip on her tightened, holding her firmly in place when she tried to move away from him. “Hey, princess? You think you can tell your boys to stand down?”

“W-what?”

Evie blinked in confusion. God, his kiss had practically fried her brain. Shaking herself to focus, she quickly realized that all four of her dogs were issuing low, menacing growls. Looking down she saw they were all fixated on Dare, waiting for her command to attack.

“No, babies. It’s okay. Dare is a...friend.”

“You wanna try to say that a little more convincing? I’d like to keep all my body parts where they are,” he said wryly.

She repeated her words, resting her head on his shoulder and smiled at the dogs so they would understand she wasn’t being hurt. Three of the dogs relaxed, their tails wagging as they sniffed at Dare’s shoes, but Gawain still seemed to eye him suspiciously. “Smile,” she ordered, keeping her voice soft and calm.

Dare glanced down and tried to smile, although he was pretty sure it came out more like a grimace. A few seconds ago, he’d been damn close to dragging Evie down onto the grass with him. From the moment he’d touched her everything else had simply disappeared. She’s felt so right in his arms, and the taste of her was even better than he had imagined. Then he’d felt that itch on the back of his neck right before he’d heard the growls.

It had been a mistake to kiss her like this, without planning or preparation, but he just couldn’t help himself. And now he’d had a taste of her he wanted more. So much more. It would have been better if he’d walked away before he’d touched her, because now he wasn’t going to be able to.

He was a damned man now.

Fate sealed.


Buy Links


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Bio:
Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and mainly writes contemporary, romantic suspense, and sci-fi romance. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood...but then again, so does her writing.

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at laurieromabooks@gmail.com.


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Twitter: @laurieromabooks



Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Today's musings - Television and the attack of the "strong female" tropes


“So, why do you write these strong female characters?
Because you’re still asking me that question." ~ Joss Whedon


The first of the new shows are out on the networks, and so far, I’m underwhelmed. I wanted to like them, I really did, but I have yet to many shows that actually have  a decently written leading woman. Now I will admit I don’t have a whole lot of time to watch television, so I might have missed one (or two or four.)  But the trend is disturbing. That quote from Joss Whedon is from eight years ago. Eight years, and the networks are still struggling to figure it out after some writers showed how it should be done.

I don’t expect every woman to be Xena, Warrior Princess crossed with Martha Stewart, taking down bad guys and saving the day while baking cookies for the homeless. I do want to see smart, funny, capable women portrayed, and yet…there are few to be found. Instead I keep finding women either relegated to the role of “I shall stand right here and look pretty, hands fluttering and bosom heaving until the hero rescues me,” or “I swear like a trucker and have a heart of ice, nothing can touch my soul. See how tough I am as I stitch wounds and don’t flinch at the sight of blood or death. I am woman, hear me roar.”


Criminal Minds and Walking Dead are examples of shows that try to give their characters depth. They’re not walking stereotypes. Both the men and women have their weaknesses, strengths, fears and foibles. Not one of them is perfect. Does it always work? Of course not. But it works often enough that I’ve become attached to the characters and invested in their stories. There aren’t many shows I’m actually invested in right now. My down time is limited, and I won’t waste it on entertainment that doesn’t engage me.


Not every woman portrayed on television needs to be Black Widow or Buffy. They don’t need to be corporate lawyers or any job title with the words “high powered’ in front of it. What the do need to be, is smart enough to get through a typical day in the real world without requiring assistance or outright rescue.

Real female federal agents don’t need mentors to help them every step of the way. Female scientists can be brainy and approachable at the same time without tearing holes in the fabric of space/time. And someone please explain to the network studios that just because a woman can curse a blue streak, it doesn’t mean she’s tough. I have friends who are as gentle as lambs, and they both have vocabularies caustic enough to peel paint.


If you have a show you love, tell me in the comments and I’ll give it a watch. Or share your most hated stereotype or trope when it comes to how the “fairer sex” is portrayed on TV and the movies. 

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Wilde Ink update.

Wilde Ink is coming to Evernight Publishing!  The contract is signed and the release is tentatively set for approximately two months from now. When I have more information, I'll be posting it. Until then, I thought I'd share some of the inspirational pictures I used while writing this story. 

Nick Wilde owns Wilde Ink, a tattoo shop, so he needed to have some serious ink. His back is covered by a pair of raven wings, and he has a Japanese style tiger that spans one arm from wrist to shoulder. 


















As for what Nick looks like? I had a few helpful images around for that too! 




Nick needed a woman as strong as he was, but he never expected his soul mate to be a cop. One look at Detective Lia Archer was all it took to start this bad boy's fall. 



Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Guest Post - Erika Reed - Shattered Hearts


My wonderful friend, Erika Reed, has a new release!

Four years after running away from the man she loved, Peyton Montgomery is coming home.
With nowhere to live, no money in the bank, and still stinging from being served her divorce papers, Peyton is returning to help her mother care for her father after a heart attack. Being back means eventually she’ll run into the man that broke her heart and ruined her for anyone else. When they do cross paths, Peyton soon discovers she wasn’t the only one that lost so much after she left.  

Because of one drunken mistake, Jackson Holt lost the woman he loved. Now he has a second chance at mending the relationship he once had with Peyton, but he has a confession he needs to get off his chest before they both can move forward and claim the life and the love they lost the night Peyton left.

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Monday, August 25, 2014

Sleepus interruptus - when deadlines attack

If I didn't have a day job, this would be me right now.

There's nothing like waking up at two in the morning in a state of pure panic, convinced that you have somehow brought yourself to the brink of ruination if you don't fix something right this second. I flew out of bed in a tizzy, heart pounding, cat giving me a disgusted look at waking her up (and she's the nocturnal one.) I had actually taken a few staggering steps towards the door before it occurred to me that I had no idea why I was awake, what I was supposed to be fixing, or how I was supposed to be fixing it. 

It took a few more minutes of muddled thinking before I could, with any confidence, tell myself to stop panicking and get my ass back to bed. I did manage to drift off again, but the rest of the night was spent in a state of perpetual fretting, tossing and turning as fragments of thoughts and worries poured through my weary head. 

As you might imagine, morning came far too quickly for my liking. Adding insult to injury, it's a Monday morning, and that means my 9-5 job will be a blend of chaos and coffee without any writing time. As for what's sending my subconscious into a tailspin? I'm in the home stretch of Wilde Ink, so I have two different reason for my state of panic. 

1) Word count. I have 10k words left until I hit my max word count for this series, and I still have a lot of story left to tell. Making matters worse, my characters insisted on having sex instead of moving the plot forward as I had intended, and it was too hot to cut, so now I've got fewer words to work with before I type  "the end." Dratted, stubborn characters, thinking for themselves.

2) Word count. Yes, I said that already, but this is a different issue. (really!) I want this book completed and in to my publisher by the end of the month. That's...*looks at a calendar and screams in silent panic*  not many days from now. Seven, in fact. I have less than seven days to get those last ten thousand words written, reviewed, rewritten, reviewed again and ready to go...along with a synopsis.

I have the strange feeling that sleep and I are not going to be seeing a lot of each other until after this book is submitted. Which is pretty much what happens at the end of every book I write, along with a day of mourning when I have to say goodbye to the characters that have been part of my life for the weeks and months it took to write their story.

I'll miss them when the time comes. But right now, what I'm really missing is my pillow. 

My awesome parents bought me a Keruig coffee maker for my birthday a little while ago. It might be the one thing that gets me through the next few days. 

I love being a writer. I love the craziness, the strange hours and the voices that whisper in my head. I wouldn't give it up for anything, not even another hour of sleep.