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Showing posts with label Freya's Bower. Show all posts
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Sold!
Freya's Bower contracted Between the Gutter and the Sky! Yay! Release will probably be November-ish. Color me excited. I love this story. My very first novel, finally in the hands of readers. Squeeee!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
M.I.A.
Yep, I've been missing in action, or mia culpa, whichever way you want to read that. I was desperate to get into the Jennifer Crusie sessions at the August conference, but needed a novel length MS pubbed to do so. So, I sent a query to Freya's Bower. Next day I got a request for 50p, and less than 24 hrs later a request for a full. But Between the Gutter and the Sky needed some major edits. This was the first novel I ever wrote, and it is heart-rending fire-in-the-belly stuff all the way, but I didn't have any craft when I wrote it. Soooooooo, had to fix head hopping and jiggle scene arcs and remove telling. That kinda thing. But it's DONE! And I love it. Made me cry, uncontrollably, even 4 years after I wrote it. I'm certain Freya's Bower will pick it up. Certain. I am proud of this book. And that feels good.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I won a Book!
Second Sight by Debbie Mumford. Deb is a fellow Freya's Bower writer, and here's her latest short (though not from FB.)
by
Debbie Mumford
Archaeologist Erin Carstedter is a no-nonsense kind of gal. Her colleagues know, if she can’t examine it with a microscope or define it by scientific method, it doesn’t exist. Erin’s beliefs are about to be tested by the most exciting archaeological find of this (or any other) century. A ruin has been discovered beneath the polar ice cap some fifty miles north of Alert, Canada. What Erin and her colleague, Dr. Matt Davidson, discover in those icy depths will challenge her thinking…and change the world forever.
Publisher: Lavender Isis Press
Buy Beneath and Beyond here!
I've only just got into Second SIght, but I can tell you it's dark and gritty, with a sideorder of paranormal. So if that's your thing, why not check her out?
Beneath and Beyond
by
Debbie Mumford
Archaeologist Erin Carstedter is a no-nonsense kind of gal. Her colleagues know, if she can’t examine it with a microscope or define it by scientific method, it doesn’t exist. Erin’s beliefs are about to be tested by the most exciting archaeological find of this (or any other) century. A ruin has been discovered beneath the polar ice cap some fifty miles north of Alert, Canada. What Erin and her colleague, Dr. Matt Davidson, discover in those icy depths will challenge her thinking…and change the world forever.
Publisher: Lavender Isis Press
Genre: Science Fiction / Fantasy
Format: eStory (23 pages)
Buy Beneath and Beyond here!
I've only just got into Second SIght, but I can tell you it's dark and gritty, with a sideorder of paranormal. So if that's your thing, why not check her out?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Marian Kind Now On Sale!
And the first review is out, too! Cocktail Reviews gave The Marian Kind 5 champagne flutes!!!
Author: Babe King
Publisher: Freya’s Bower
REVIEW BY BLACK RUSSIAN
What a nutso read! Marian, the daughter of a funeral director, makes the dead pretty. If anyone knows how to use make-up, she does! While having a conversation with her boyfriend, Rob, she gets the idea in her head that he wants to break up with her, that he is hiding something. It doesn’t help that Rob has been spending time with a woman named Jennifer Perrin. Marian’s thoughts run wild. However, she soon finds out that he has been hiding a little more than she bargained for…
Set yourself up for a fun ride! Marian aids Rob in unravelling a mystery, one that takes them to the office of the local Sheriff. Here, they meet an annoying dog and Granny, a.k.a Celia Tuck. Dog and Granny join Marian and Rob on their quest to solve a crime, with hilarious results. A fake boob implant brings hilarity to the tale, along with excellent one-liners that made me laugh out loud.
A breath of fresh air, The Marian Kind is a must read for all romantic comedy readers.
Favourite lines:
He took a scone and stared like it was Snow White’s apple. Personally, I never saw Snow White’s problem. I mean, the girl escaped a ton of housework for those messy dwarves, had a lovely long nap surrounded by flowers, then got woken by a handsome prince and lived happily ever after in a palace. Hello? I should be so lucky.
Either the fairies in her top paddock were contagious or the music was for real.—top paddock! Hilarious!
None so shabby, eh?
Sunday, July 08, 2007
This Could Be Yours!
Raspberry Creme Heaven Chocolate, Marshmallow Parfait Bath Beads, Gel and scrubber, and 2 bilby chocolates for your pillow. Mmmm. That really is my idea of heaven!
How to make it yours ...
On July 10th, Freya's Bower release my romantic comedy suspense, "The Marian Kind." For the paltry sum of $3.25, I promise you a fun, wild ride.
Check it out!
http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/217/76/
So buy the book, email me Granny Tuck's name for Dogzilla at
mixalns@yahoo.com
and you'll go in the running to win this great prize. I'll draw the lucky reader on my birthday, August 6th. Entries are automatically added to my reader's list, and I'll also be drawing one lucky reader from that list to win their choice of either a stuffed bilby, or an Australia bag.
So lots of prizes! Get reading! Get entering! And good luck!
Romance and mayhem have never been more fun!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Invitation & a free Read!
Chats & Free Reads!
Come and join Freya's Bower this coming weekend (July 7 & 8) at our Yahoo Author Chat group . This will be an entire weekend of FB authors. We will have some fun giveaways, Q&A, and just plain old good times with fast and furious conversation mixed in. Be sure to join early as new members to FB's Author Chat group are subject to approval.
FB will also be hosting a live chat on Sunday, July 8.
When: 8:00 p.m. EST
Where: http://kmfrontain.cbox.ws/
How: Secure your screen name and register by clicking the "profile" link.
In other news, Freya's Bower is starting free reads!
Freya's Bower will be offering a new free download through our store once a month. Sometimes, the story will be as long as a novella; other times, it will be a short story.
The first two chapters of this month's free read are only available through Freya's Bower store newsletter, which you can join once you register in the store, and will be available starting next week. If you are already a member, you are in luck. If you aren't, all you have to do is sign up for the FB newsletter by becoming a member of our store and checking the box to receive our newsletter. None of your information will ever be sold or used for anything other than the newsletter. The rest of the novella will be available for download absolutely free. No purchase is necessary!
Come and join Freya's Bower this coming weekend (July 7 & 8) at our Yahoo Author Chat group . This will be an entire weekend of FB authors. We will have some fun giveaways, Q&A, and just plain old good times with fast and furious conversation mixed in. Be sure to join early as new members to FB's Author Chat group are subject to approval.
FB will also be hosting a live chat on Sunday, July 8.
When: 8:00 p.m. EST
Where: http://kmfrontain.cbox.ws/
How: Secure your screen name and register by clicking the "profile" link.
In other news, Freya's Bower is starting free reads!
Freya's Bower will be offering a new free download through our store once a month. Sometimes, the story will be as long as a novella; other times, it will be a short story.
The first two chapters of this month's free read are only available through Freya's Bower store newsletter, which you can join once you register in the store, and will be available starting next week. If you are already a member, you are in luck. If you aren't, all you have to do is sign up for the FB newsletter by becoming a member of our store and checking the box to receive our newsletter. None of your information will ever be sold or used for anything other than the newsletter. The rest of the novella will be available for download absolutely free. No purchase is necessary!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
I've been Pimped!
As one of RG's favorite things. How cute is this!
http://rgalexander.blogspot.com/
Luv ya, RG. You rock, girl.
http://rgalexander.blogspot.com/
Luv ya, RG. You rock, girl.
Monday, June 18, 2007
How did you spend your day?
I'm such a techy midget that this postcard took me 6 hours. Yes, 6! Mostly while things refused to download or went into the ether. And you know what? Vistaprint still won't load it. Yes, I am well and truly ready to start putting my last TT to use. Watch out!
Monday, June 11, 2007
Free Contest
Wanna win a great book? My publisher, Freya's Bower, gives away a book every month to some lucky reader. This month it is Dayna Hart's sweet bite, "You Again." What are you waiting for? Go enter. :-)
http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/26/91/
http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/26/91/
Saturday, June 09, 2007
The Marian Kind- Want an Excerpt?
Squeee! I'm busy promoting "The Marian Kind" which releases this month at Freya's Bower as part of their Summer Lovin' Collection. I've included an excerpt for those of you not familiar with my writing, and for those who are. ;-)
As the cover suggests, "The Marian Kind" is about hackers, but mostly it's about a girl and the modern-day Robin Hood she loves. With Summer heating up, Marian thinks it’s the perfect time to push her five-year relationship up a notch. But the body she gets close and personal with isn’t her lover’s. Or alive. Boyfriend Rob has some explaining to do, and a diamond ring full of promises to make if he wants to keep his girl.
Enjoy!
“Do you want to break up?” I peeled sweat-slicked thighs from the vinyl seat of Rob’s lovingly pimped, Ford pickup and wriggled the rolled wedge of linen shorts out of my butt crack. Fear buzzed over my skin and my stomach lining camouflaged itself as Swiss cheese while I waited for his answer.
A sensuous rumble came from his throat, more like a bedroom noise than an argument. Was that a yes or a no? He stopped for a red light and swung his what-made-you-think-that look my way — kind of disgusted and surprised all in one.
Okay, maybe I was nutso risking our good thing by pushing to know if a better thing was just around the corner. But as the daughter of a funeral director I have a peculiar set of insecurities. I mean, funerals are hardly the talk for parties, right? They don’t call social pariahs dead boring for nothing. Maybe Rob fantasized about dating someone who didn’t paint dead people’s faces for a living.
Thick, stubby eyelashes blinked at me before Rob turned his attention back to the road. I licked a flavor-burst of strawberry gloss off my bottom lip. Any woman would want him. He is easily the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen — a rich collection of knotted-muscle browns, like trays of buns in a baker’s oven. Chocolate-drenched eyes, caramel hair sprinkled with cinnamon highlights, honey-kissed skin, and a mouth with all the quirk and appeal of marzipan figs. Maybe I should have said he’s a smorgasbord of brown because he’s definitely edible.
“Do you?” I pushed. I wanted to scream out my wound-down window into the cloying blanket of Florida’s orange and salt-drenched air, “Just say no!”
Instead, he patted my thigh with one broad-palmed hand that felt vaguely condescending in a hot and tingly way. “Ba--be. I love you,” he gently scolded.
He snatched his hand away to switch lanes, cutting off an orange minivan that blasted us with its tinny horn.
Nice evasion of the question. Gack! I didn’t want to be needy, but Rob has been my boyfriend for five years and my heartthrob for a lot longer. Any other guy would have slipped a diamond on my left hand by now, but we’re still stuck at the prep school stage of dating, only with canoodling privileges. It makes me antsy, which could be why I’d dropped that ultimatum this morning when he tried to welch out of our date.
Plus there’s the other woman, bane of my life, Jennifer Perrin — the curvy blonde who scattered when I caught her whispering in Rob’s ear last Christmas. A girl who lives right next door to him, sunbathes in her backyard wearing a skimpy string bikini, and is reputed to be the kindest chick in our neighborhood. Yeah, right! Well, I’m not kind at all, not when it comes to sneaky secrets and sharing the man I adore.
“So what was this something that came up this morning?” I asked, trying to chew the tremble out of my bottom lip.
Guilt flickered in the depths of his eyes and rats gnawed bigger holes in my Swiss cheese stomach. He hissed air through his teeth in what sounded like a cross between a whistle and a steam engine stopping.
“Rob, you’re freaking me out.”
“Making women nervous is a perk of being male,” he grumbled.
And no one could deny Rob was all male. Damn.
I yanked at the hem of my Barbie-pink tee and twisted the soft fabric into a knot. My throat dried up like Death Valley and I reached for the gym bag he kept on the floor of the pickup. Rob always carries water. You never know when a drive-by bench pressing will leave you thirsty.
I unzipped the tote and dipped in my hand. Something squishy wrapped around my fingers. I screeched and flicked the undulating gooey thing across the car. It barely missed Rob’s nose, then splatted on the driver’s side windshield where it stuck and quivered.
Rob swore and swerved several times before he got the car back under control. He said something about poop and fans that didn’t sound promising.
I screeched again as the alien gloop slid across the glass to hang in front of me. Then I narrowed my eyes. I focused on the little bag of silicon. My stand-on-chair-and-screech impulse gave way to fingernail-gouging rage.
“What’s this?” I asked, though, hey, someone with boobs my size knew very well about chicken cutlets. More than a handful is a waste, they say, so just call me frugal. I peeled the bra filler from the windscreen with a soft glub, and waved it under Rob’s nose. He groaned and did the flopped shoulders Women! thing.
“It’s not Jennifer’s,” he murmured before I even made the accusation. Guilty conscience or what?”
“Then whose is it? Since you don’t have any sisters, either you’ve been cheating or there’s a whole ‘nuther side of you I haven’t seen.” And given how many sides of him I’d seen that was extremely doubtful.
Possessive rage washed through me at the idea of some other girl nibbling icing off my cupcake. I threw the fake boob at the hot windscreen again. With a soft splat it stuck there, human breast slug under glass. In different circumstances, the toss and stick could be an amusing game.
“Whose?” I demanded.
His shoulders rolled again. “You don’t want to know.”
The hairs at my nape rose. “Correction – you don’t want to tell me. For all I know you’re having a little something something with a one-boobed woman and I’m the last to find out.” A shuddery sob made me stuff up the diatribe. Damn. I hate when my girly hormones sabotage me, and it wasn’t even that time of month.
He cocked a brow. “You’ve been watching Desperate Housewives again haven’t you, babe. Don’t you trust me?”
Nice try. “When I find the inside of some other girl’s underwear in your bag, no. And before you start about me getting neurotic, trust me on this, most girls find other women’s intimate apparel in their boyfriend’s bag a problem.” I pouted and crossed my arms.
He stroked a hand over his stubble-rough chin making a soft raspy noise. “It’s not what you think, but it is why I tried to cancel our date.”
I pouted some more like those luscious lipstick-duo commercials I’d always envied, and swung my gaze at him in a tell-me-or-else squint. His brown delights went all serious.
“You won’t like it,” he warned.
That made me lean closer. Now I had to know, and he had to know that I had to know. ‘Cause you can’t bring home a dozen Boston crème doughnuts and pretend you’re not gonna break your diet.
Buy the book! Save a starving artist! :-) Available from Freya's Bower mid/late June.
As the cover suggests, "The Marian Kind" is about hackers, but mostly it's about a girl and the modern-day Robin Hood she loves. With Summer heating up, Marian thinks it’s the perfect time to push her five-year relationship up a notch. But the body she gets close and personal with isn’t her lover’s. Or alive. Boyfriend Rob has some explaining to do, and a diamond ring full of promises to make if he wants to keep his girl.
Enjoy!
“Do you want to break up?” I peeled sweat-slicked thighs from the vinyl seat of Rob’s lovingly pimped, Ford pickup and wriggled the rolled wedge of linen shorts out of my butt crack. Fear buzzed over my skin and my stomach lining camouflaged itself as Swiss cheese while I waited for his answer.
A sensuous rumble came from his throat, more like a bedroom noise than an argument. Was that a yes or a no? He stopped for a red light and swung his what-made-you-think-that look my way — kind of disgusted and surprised all in one.
Okay, maybe I was nutso risking our good thing by pushing to know if a better thing was just around the corner. But as the daughter of a funeral director I have a peculiar set of insecurities. I mean, funerals are hardly the talk for parties, right? They don’t call social pariahs dead boring for nothing. Maybe Rob fantasized about dating someone who didn’t paint dead people’s faces for a living.
Thick, stubby eyelashes blinked at me before Rob turned his attention back to the road. I licked a flavor-burst of strawberry gloss off my bottom lip. Any woman would want him. He is easily the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen — a rich collection of knotted-muscle browns, like trays of buns in a baker’s oven. Chocolate-drenched eyes, caramel hair sprinkled with cinnamon highlights, honey-kissed skin, and a mouth with all the quirk and appeal of marzipan figs. Maybe I should have said he’s a smorgasbord of brown because he’s definitely edible.
“Do you?” I pushed. I wanted to scream out my wound-down window into the cloying blanket of Florida’s orange and salt-drenched air, “Just say no!”
Instead, he patted my thigh with one broad-palmed hand that felt vaguely condescending in a hot and tingly way. “Ba--be. I love you,” he gently scolded.
He snatched his hand away to switch lanes, cutting off an orange minivan that blasted us with its tinny horn.
Nice evasion of the question. Gack! I didn’t want to be needy, but Rob has been my boyfriend for five years and my heartthrob for a lot longer. Any other guy would have slipped a diamond on my left hand by now, but we’re still stuck at the prep school stage of dating, only with canoodling privileges. It makes me antsy, which could be why I’d dropped that ultimatum this morning when he tried to welch out of our date.
Plus there’s the other woman, bane of my life, Jennifer Perrin — the curvy blonde who scattered when I caught her whispering in Rob’s ear last Christmas. A girl who lives right next door to him, sunbathes in her backyard wearing a skimpy string bikini, and is reputed to be the kindest chick in our neighborhood. Yeah, right! Well, I’m not kind at all, not when it comes to sneaky secrets and sharing the man I adore.
“So what was this something that came up this morning?” I asked, trying to chew the tremble out of my bottom lip.
Guilt flickered in the depths of his eyes and rats gnawed bigger holes in my Swiss cheese stomach. He hissed air through his teeth in what sounded like a cross between a whistle and a steam engine stopping.
“Rob, you’re freaking me out.”
“Making women nervous is a perk of being male,” he grumbled.
And no one could deny Rob was all male. Damn.
I yanked at the hem of my Barbie-pink tee and twisted the soft fabric into a knot. My throat dried up like Death Valley and I reached for the gym bag he kept on the floor of the pickup. Rob always carries water. You never know when a drive-by bench pressing will leave you thirsty.
I unzipped the tote and dipped in my hand. Something squishy wrapped around my fingers. I screeched and flicked the undulating gooey thing across the car. It barely missed Rob’s nose, then splatted on the driver’s side windshield where it stuck and quivered.
Rob swore and swerved several times before he got the car back under control. He said something about poop and fans that didn’t sound promising.
I screeched again as the alien gloop slid across the glass to hang in front of me. Then I narrowed my eyes. I focused on the little bag of silicon. My stand-on-chair-and-screech impulse gave way to fingernail-gouging rage.
“What’s this?” I asked, though, hey, someone with boobs my size knew very well about chicken cutlets. More than a handful is a waste, they say, so just call me frugal. I peeled the bra filler from the windscreen with a soft glub, and waved it under Rob’s nose. He groaned and did the flopped shoulders Women! thing.
“It’s not Jennifer’s,” he murmured before I even made the accusation. Guilty conscience or what?”
“Then whose is it? Since you don’t have any sisters, either you’ve been cheating or there’s a whole ‘nuther side of you I haven’t seen.” And given how many sides of him I’d seen that was extremely doubtful.
Possessive rage washed through me at the idea of some other girl nibbling icing off my cupcake. I threw the fake boob at the hot windscreen again. With a soft splat it stuck there, human breast slug under glass. In different circumstances, the toss and stick could be an amusing game.
“Whose?” I demanded.
His shoulders rolled again. “You don’t want to know.”
The hairs at my nape rose. “Correction – you don’t want to tell me. For all I know you’re having a little something something with a one-boobed woman and I’m the last to find out.” A shuddery sob made me stuff up the diatribe. Damn. I hate when my girly hormones sabotage me, and it wasn’t even that time of month.
He cocked a brow. “You’ve been watching Desperate Housewives again haven’t you, babe. Don’t you trust me?”
Nice try. “When I find the inside of some other girl’s underwear in your bag, no. And before you start about me getting neurotic, trust me on this, most girls find other women’s intimate apparel in their boyfriend’s bag a problem.” I pouted and crossed my arms.
He stroked a hand over his stubble-rough chin making a soft raspy noise. “It’s not what you think, but it is why I tried to cancel our date.”
I pouted some more like those luscious lipstick-duo commercials I’d always envied, and swung my gaze at him in a tell-me-or-else squint. His brown delights went all serious.
“You won’t like it,” he warned.
That made me lean closer. Now I had to know, and he had to know that I had to know. ‘Cause you can’t bring home a dozen Boston crème doughnuts and pretend you’re not gonna break your diet.
Buy the book! Save a starving artist! :-) Available from Freya's Bower mid/late June.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Yay!
Got my cover for "The Marian Kind" from Freya's Bower. It comes out mid/late this month with their Summer Lovin' Collection. See left for cover and blurb. And gee, they even made it pink to match my color scheme. :-)
Sunday, June 03, 2007
How Sweet!
In this day of publishing when everyone screams, "Hotter, hotter, hotter!" it is wonderful to find groups, like Sweeter Notions, who still value non-erotic stories. I joined them this week -- a place where good romance comes from the heart and quality writing, not just sex.
They even included my two June releases, "The Marian Kind," novella in the Summer Lovin' anthology from Freya's Bower, and "Something Blue," novella in Brides and Bouquets 2007 from By Grace Publishing, in their newsletter. Now that is sweet.
http://www.sweeterromanticnotions.blogspot.com/
They even included my two June releases, "The Marian Kind," novella in the Summer Lovin' anthology from Freya's Bower, and "Something Blue," novella in Brides and Bouquets 2007 from By Grace Publishing, in their newsletter. Now that is sweet.
http://www.sweeterromanticnotions.blogspot.com/
Thursday, May 03, 2007
The Marian Kind
Here I was working...working...working on my second first person rom com sus MS and boom! Happy news that curled my newly-dyed, chocolate-brown hair.
The Marian Kind has been picked up by the first person I offered it to, and will come out in Freya's Bower's Summer Lovin' collection. How exciting! Talk about almost instant gratification. This novella took less than 2 months from concept to contract! I'm still stunned by how easy it came out. From the moment I switched to first person, I never looked back. Marian was a total hoot to write.
Freya's Bower are already asking me about covers and such and have made me feel really welcome. I think this will be a lot of fun to work with them. Definitely a cheese party at my place tonight! :-)
The Marian Kind has been picked up by the first person I offered it to, and will come out in Freya's Bower's Summer Lovin' collection. How exciting! Talk about almost instant gratification. This novella took less than 2 months from concept to contract! I'm still stunned by how easy it came out. From the moment I switched to first person, I never looked back. Marian was a total hoot to write.
Freya's Bower are already asking me about covers and such and have made me feel really welcome. I think this will be a lot of fun to work with them. Definitely a cheese party at my place tonight! :-)
Monday, April 30, 2007
Divas Deliver Again
Oasis of My Heart
by Tara S Nichols
Release Date May 25th 2007
Sadie Davies is running away for the second time in her life. The first time she wanted stardom. This time she is running from it. Intending to keep a low profile she sets up for a solitary life, but with sexy, know-it-all, neighbour Dustin Reed she finds it rather difficult. Moving in next door to playboy Dustin Reed wasn’t Sadie Davies idea of keeping a low profile. With ex-manager Horace Bigelow hunting her down the last thing Sadie wants is a distraction.
Now she has to decide whether to let this lady-killer into her life for fear of attracting a real killer.
Available May 25th from Cobblestone Press!
The Spirit Within
by Shonna Brannon
ISBN: 978-1-60088-130-5
Alyssa Carrington's spirit must search out the man who tried to kill her before her body’s taken off life support and she moves on to the other side.
Sam Carson’s a detective whose sister was murdered the night Alyssa was attacked. When he hears a voice claiming to be the spirit of Alyssa, he thinks he’s going crazy. Can he go against the rules and track down his sister’s killer and get Alyssa back in her body or will his feelings for her spirit get in the way and send her to the other side, making him lose his chance with her forever.
To buy visit Cobblestone Press!
Second Sight
by Debbie Mumford
ISBN: 1-934069-51-5
A mysterious grimoire of Celtic origins has been linked to two murders. To break the case, psychic investigator Zach Douglass seeks the assistance of a gifted translator, beautiful Jenny Murdoch. But Jenny has a dark secret. She's spent years repressing a potent psychic talent: her 'tiger', which she believes killed her parents. Jenny will crack the grimoire and learn to trust her tiger, but she'll fall under suspicion for the murders. And one of the victim's was Zach's fiancée.
Available May 1st from Freya's Bower!
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