Friday, November 16, 2018

#Tirgearr author shares #writingtips on writing a series -- along with a #holidayrecipe, a lighter version of Blue Cheese Dressing!

Dear Writing Friends,
Sitting and writing go together like peas and carrots. Eating right and exercising goes together also.  To that, I say the Lettuce Wedge is back. This classic doesn't have to calorie-laden.  Here is my recipe for Blue Cheese Dressing:  1/3 cup low-fat mayonnaise, 1 tablespoon fresh dill, 1 tablespoon chopped fresh chives, 2 teaspoons vinegar, 1/2 cup crumbled blue cheese., 1/2 cup low-fat buttermilk.
Put together the salad with a lettuce wedge, cherry tomatoes, crumbled bacon, red onion slices. and a dash of pepper.

Now for the writing tip about a continuing book series. I make each book stand-alone, but secondary characters might be from a previous book or the next book. Also, I leave one thread which makes a reader wonder. For instance, the first book, Deadly Alliance, now on sale for 99 cents, concludes with a secondary survivor, Tori Morningstar. Tori is the heroine in the second book, Unholy Alliance, with a cousin of the hero from the first book.  Unholy Alliance ends with Tori's completed search for her cousin, Vivienne, who wasn't the person she'd expected. In the book I'm writing now, Bittersweet Alliance, Vivienne is the villain.
I write romantic suspense, and in this genre, the villain has a point of view, as well as the heroine and hero. Bittersweet Alliance is a reunion love story with suspense. The main characters met in Unholy Alliance. The hero is yet another Donahue cousin, and the heroine is Hawaiian. The setting is on the Big Island of Hawaii. Meet Jolene below:

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

#BookQW word is USUAL. Excerpt from Deadly Alliance, #Tirgearr Publishing Romantic Suspense priced temporarily at #99cents. Heroine Amy is trying to restart her career.

Book Quote Wednesday's word is USUAL. An excerpt below contains this special word from Deadly Alliance, now at a special price of 0.99 on all Amazons. 

Chapter One

“You know I love your sportswear designs, right?”
“I’m glad you do.” Amy Kintyre sat opposite a buyer, none other than Kira Radner, at a coffee shop in Lake Arrowhead, California. This sudden opportunity to re-launch her sportswear designs gave rise to the jitters, and Amy clutched her hands under the table.
Kira pressed her face forward, Amy’s sketches drawn on figures in action poses. With the portfolio spread between them, she flipped it sideways to examine the fabric swatches stapled along the sidebar. Their earthy tones blended with the marred wooden table.
Amy stilled the chatty urge.
“You know your presentation is in two weeks.” Kira was giving her the green light with Recreational Sportswear, Incorporated.
“I appreciate this, Kira.” To get her business back on track, she needed blocks of time to sew mockups. Amy inhaled the spicy aroma of the raw cedar wood. The under-construction décor of wide, timber planks on the walls made her think of her new self.   Crazy how thirty felt like seventeen when embracing life and freeing her artistic side.
“Then I beg you,” Kira said, “please, please, please have your product samples ready. Deadline is the first Monday of November.”
“Got it.” Fear over the tight time frame tasted sour in her throat, but this break called like no other.
Kira leaned forward. “Impressive functionality with the shorts. Who would have thought this pocket holds a Swiss Army Knife!” The buyer’s fingertips traced the pick-stitch hem, made with thread matching the fabric, appearing invisible. “Nice detail.”
Amy’s only mock-up kept their face-to-face meeting running like the hum of the fluorescent lights above.
“Oooo,” Kira said and raised both her eyebrows. “Classic nostalgia with a twist. A pocket knife for hikers!”
“Useful, I think.” The bright light flickered over associates who’d worked together in the past, but Amy didn’t share the difficulty of making the deadline. Her breathing shortened, and panic carved a hole in her chest.
Kira rested her chin on her open palm. “If RSI accepts your spring line, I’ve got a manufacturer in Los Angeles. So, I’ll handle production, okay?”
“It’s a deal.” Amy trusted she would do right by her. If Kira benefited by handling the step, she had another reason to bring Amy’s brand to completion.
“Great, Amy. Gotta bounce. Glad our evening meeting worked.” Kira, a Los Angelino up for the weekend, viewed Thursday as the new Friday.
“Your timing fit my schedule.” Amy’s taxi driving shift had ended ten minutes before meet time. Driving a cab gave her flexibility, ideal for taking care of her near-comatose ex-boyfriend. Her dedication ended with his death, but stagnation set in. After Kira’s phone call, Amy’s backbone solidified.
“Coming?” Kira gathered Amy’s portfolio and slid it into her valise.
The bell on the café door jingled, and Amy looked up. A suited man wearing a fedora low on his face stormed in.
About to stand up, Kira braced a hand on the table, but Amy grabbed her sleeve and yanked. “Don’t look up.” She placed a finger over her lips.
Kira whispered, “I take it the dude’s not fueling a cookie binge.”
To Amy’s left, the man’s briefcase lowered to the floor next to the counter. She recognized the distinctive signature clasp of the Irish Claddagh.
“Excuse me,” he said to the owner. “I lost the sheath for my knife. Know what I mean?”
The manager pushed a stack of bills forward.  
“He’s an Irish mobster.” Kira spoke in a hushed tone.  “This can’t be. Pacific waterfront, yes. Never here.”
Amy cringed. A few years before, her boyfriend had been shot in a Los Angeles drive-by. Was their high-end community no longer spared?
The mobster was counting the money.
The muscle in Kira’s jaw flinched. “This is as good a time as any.” In another second the buyer flew out the door without blowing her usual kiss.
The man in the fedora folded his arms over his chest as though he was king of the world.
Everything hinged on Amy’s ability to be nearly invisible.  Looking down,  squeezing her eyes shut, she froze.  The bell rang.  Air escaped her lungs.
 Out the window, the mobster steamed around the corner in the neon haze.
Amy collected her keys and belongings, took a deep breath, and headed to the counter.
The owner tallied up the bill and then grumbled about Mafia protection. “I don’t make waves. If I did, I’d drown.” His face contorted in agony.
Amy stared at his wary expression. Her mood shifted from empathy to anger. His passiveness churned in her stomach. “Sir, it’s a terrible threat. That’s the truth.”
“Miss, do you know what truth is?”
“I’m listening.”
“It’s what a guy believes. If I want to be friends, I ask what he believes. He tells me, and I say, ‘Ain't it the truth?’”
“You can’t protest the mobster’s truth?”
“I foresaw a beating. A whacking would follow.” He shook his head.
“Oppressive.” Out the door to the empty street, she searched over her shoulder. Her knowledge of the area was absolute, but at this late hour she gritted her teeth at the thought of walking two blocks to her taxi. She froze with indecisiveness. Muted laughter and conversation came from the building next door. Instead of going home, she headed into Burlie’s Jazz Club for a glass of wine.

Monday, November 12, 2018

#asmsg #VeteransDay #Historical #WWII honoring Veterans who make hard choices-- highly recommend KICKER by R. Grey Hoover @rgreyhoover


On Veterans' Day I am spotlighting KICKER-- based on true history from World War II and written by talented author, R. Grey Hoover.  Below the cover, you will find a book description and excerpt.
 

World War II is raging. A young father must choose between his family and duty to his country- a decision that could cost him everything.

Based on actual experiences of United States veterans and official military aviation history records from World War II, this is the thrilling story of a family’s journey into war. While his loved ones struggle with shortages and rationing at home, Sam endures relentless Japanese attacks against his unarmed aircraft over the treacherous mountains and torrid jungles of Asia. His job is to drop supplies to Merrill’s Marauders and over 750,000 allied soldiers fighting in the perilous jungles of Burma. If the enemy is not stopped, the American way of life will end.

If you like non-stop action with a touch of humor and romance and the chance to learn about the “forgotten front” of WWII, then this is the book for you.


 

World War II is raging. A young father must choose between his family and duty to his country- a decision that could cost him everything.

Based on actual experiences of United States veterans and official military aviation history records from World War II, this is the thrilling story of a family’s journey into war. While his loved ones struggle with shortages and rationing at home, Sam endures relentless Japanese attacks against his unarmed aircraft over the treacherous mountains and torrid jungles of Asia. His job is to drop supplies to Merrill’s Marauders and over 750,000 allied soldiers fighting in the perilous jungles of Burma. If the enemy is not stopped, the American way of life will end.

If you like non-stop action with a touch of humor and romance and the chance to learn about the “forgotten front” of WWII, then this is the book for you.


Excerpt:

April 4, 1944 - Dinjan Airbase, India


 

            Sam and Bobby Joe were totally exhausted when they crawled into their charpoys. The harrowing events of the day had taken its toll on them physically and mentally. In spite of the heat and noise of the jungle, Sam felt the blessed relief of sleep approaching soon after his head hit the pillow. However, as he drifted off, a feeling of unease came over him. It was a feeling that something was wrong, not here in India, but at home. He didn’t know if he felt uneasy because he still hadn’t received mail from home or because of some unknown reason, but the feeling stayed with him until he finally succumbed to his exhaustion and slipped into a deep sleep.


Thankfully, his slumber was not disturbed by his recurring nightmare, and he slept soundly until the wee hours of the morning when he suddenly awoke not knowing what had disturbed him. A light rain was falling outside, and except for an occasional flash of distant lightning, the basha was in total darkness. He lay very still, listening to the sounds around him. He strained his hearing, but no sound came except for the steady breathing of the sleeping men around him. After several minutes, he relaxed, thinking his imagination was playing tricks on him. He was almost asleep again when he thought he detected a faint unfamiliar sound coming from somewhere in the basha. Once again, he listened intently, not sure he had heard anything; but then he heard the sound again—only this time it seemed closer, and he was sure it came from within the basha. He couldn’t quite place the sound, but it seemed like something soft brushing against an object. He listened closely, but all was silent. None of the other men in the basha stirred, and after an extended period of silence, he relaxed once again in anticipation of sleep.


    He was in that dreamy state just before slumber when he felt the presence of something or someone nearby. Once again, his senses came to full alert, and he made a conscious effort not to move. He listened carefully, bringing all his senses to bear. He could see or hear nothing, and yet he was sure something was there. He was startled when someone at the other end of the room moved, but then all was silent once again. He was lying on his back, so he slowly moved his head to the right and scanned the darkness.

 

    At first he saw nothing, but then attention was drawn to a slight movement at the foot of his bed. He couldn’t make out what it was. It appeared to be an undistinguishable shadow against the darker background of the room. As he watched, the shadow moved, and he held his breath as it silently glided along the side of his bed. There was no sound as it moved, and it slowly drew nearer and stopped near the head of his bed. He could tell that it was something large, but due to the extreme darkness, he was unable to see what it was. His instincts told him this was something dangerous and evil, and the hairs on the nape of his neck stood erect. At that moment, a distant flash of lightning faintly illuminated the scene, and in that instant of light, Sam could see the large form of a tiger standing beside him.


The animal’s head was enormous. Its eyes, momentarily reflecting light from the faraway lightning, gave the beast an evil, devil-like appearance. This was death incarnate staring directly at him.


    Sam was frozen with fear, and his heart seemed to stop. His .45-caliber pistol hung on the wall not three feet away, and he cursed himself for not keeping it inside the mosquito netting with him. He knew the tiger could see that he was awake, and he feared any movement would cause it to attack. The animal stepped closer, and Sam could see its dim outline and smell its damp fur and the fetid odor of its breath. The tiger appeared to know its victim was helpless. The great beast took its time as it sniffed the mosquito netting as if testing its strength. Slowly it raised a huge paw and placed it against the puny impediment. The tiger’s claws caught in the netting, and with a mighty swipe, it ripped the flimsy material away from the bed.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

#BookQW word is DEEP! Excerpt from #Tirgearr #RomanticSuspense Unholy Alliance. When the attorney believed in the falsely accused or excessively sentence, he fought hard from a deep pit.

BookQuote Wednesday's word is DEEP, and the excerpt below is from Unholy Alliance:


Attorney Grady Fletcher didn’t necessarily believe in heaven, but suppose such a place existed and he was eligible for entry when his time came? He expected it’d look like a courtroom where he won appeals for deserving people.

The mobster’s daughter, Tori Rourke, took Morningstar as her surname. She’d run from the Irish mob but couldn’t hide. With no patience for those who leave its ranks, the mob had framed her.  She’d spent a decade at Gladstone.

His most recent client, Tyrone Marquis, black and poor, worked at a poultry plant where he’d plucked, hacked, and processed thousands of chickens. Marquis had written a bad check and had committed a petty theft. The court had handed him a twenty-year prison sentence.  When Grady believed in the falsely accused or excessively sentenced, he fought hard from a deep pit. He won this man’s appeal.

Poor and black did not describe Tori, born into an Irish crime family but in essence was marginalized and excluded. Society detests any mobster association.

His cousin, Finbar Donahue, managed the trust accounts for the Rourke offspring. In spite of Finn’s hostile relationship with the mob, he’d followed Tori’s murder trial.

Finn had guilted Grady into appealing her case. “She’s a fringe relative. Okay. Not by blood, but come on.” Finn’s words landed like punches, sapped his resistance.  

The closer he got to the maximum-security complex, the more his heart pounded with blood pressure exploding like a grenade. Thump thump. How safe will she be when freed?  He scrambled for his game face.




Wednesday, October 31, 2018

#BookQW word is FRIGHT-- something frightening goes on with the heroine in work-in-progress, Bittersweet Alliance from a #Tirgearr author of #RomanticSuspense

It's Wednesday, and I'm ready with a book quote from my work-in-progress, Bittersweet Alliance, the third book in my Irish American Donahue Cousins series. This reunion story involves a big huge fright, him! Danker Donahue, her one and only from seven years prior.



His longer dark hair, broad shoulders, and square jaw evoked an intense mix of emotions. A car crash of desire. There was nothing more frightening than desiring a freefall. It wasn’t just the sex. Her heart had burst with happiness making a person believe love conquers all. It doesn’t.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

#Halloween Hidden by @LinneaAlexis #free on KU or #99cents-- something sinister goes on in the cellar. Who will be transformed?

Today I have my spotlight on Hidden by Linnea Alexis.
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This brilliantly written thriller will give you the willies!
Hidden is impossible to put down. First, the humor drew me in. Heroine Lexi Hudson cheats on her husband, Peter, who went from being a boring professor to a sinister and frightening man. He has a secret project going on in their locked cellar. Are her best buddies the pranksters?
Any reader will love the quirky characters. Hidden is art and entertainment at the same time, written by one amazing "thrills and chills" author, Joyce Ward, who also writes as Linnea Alexis for romance.

Friday, October 19, 2018

#amwriting -- A #Tirgearr published author talks about writing #romance-- understand why people fall in love--

If you write any genre of romance, you think about your hero and heroine's shortcomings, talents, and what they need from a partner. Consider the meaning behind this quote.
"She knew she loved him when 'home' went from being a place to being a person." — E. Leventhal
Home is similar to one's lifestyle.  Many therapists believe people actually fall in love with a lifestyle that the other person can provide.
That idea brings us back to shortcomings. What is a person missing that the other has? As an author, you won't go wrong if you write your romance to satisfy psychological longings.
Here are the underpinnings for two marine biologists to fall in love in One Night in Havana--
Meeting her Cuban competitor for the grant changed her New York perspective in many ways, some painful and some unexpectedly joyful, but she changed him too. He saw his fight for survival in a different light because she gave him hope a better future existed.
Except for their research, this couple is worlds apart.  He's a communist in Cuba, and she is an American enjoying every aspect of freedom. Yet, they want the same lifestyle.

#Tirgearr author shares #writingtips on writing a series -- along with a #holidayrecipe, a lighter version of Blue Cheese Dressing!

Dear Writing Friends, Sitting and writing go together like peas and carrots. Eating right and exercising goes together also.  To that, I sa...