Tuesday Talk with Taryn

SO EXCITED today! Two interviews in one week! And today is a fellow RWAC member, Kelly!And she’s giving away a copy of her book! Just make sure to leave a comment! Here’s a bit about Kelly:
Kelly’s writing career began at age 7 when her Grade 2 teacher showed up one day with a box filled with plot ideas printed on cards. It was then she realized all those stories swirling around in her head could be put down on paper.
Not willing to adopt the life of a starving artist (a girl’s gotta eat!), she went to work in the field of property management and commercial real estate, but the lure to write remained strong.
After years of toying with the idea of returning to her first love, she finally bit the bullet and embarked on her new career, waking up in the wee hours of the morning to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard as it were) before heading off to her day job.
She joined RWA and her local chapter, Romance Writers of Atlantic Canada, in 2002, was featured in the documentary, Who’s Afraid of Happy Endings in 2005, and has never looked back.
Her first release, THE OUTLAW BRIDE, is an April 2011 release from Carina Press
1.      Who was your first author crush and why?

a.       When I was a kid there was a book at the library called Lad: A Dog, by Albert Payson Terhune. I loved this book so much that for countless years, I always had a copy. I would take it out, return it, pick up the 2nd copy they had and then repeat the process. If the second copy wasn’t there, I would wait until the librarian put the one I returned back on the shelf. I’m sure they thought I was unhinged.

2.      What was your first clue you were a writer? Was it a long journey or a short one? Have you always known?

a.       It hit me in Grade 2 when my teach brought this box to school one day and each card inside of it had a one lined plot in it. We each had to pick one and write a story. Mine was – ‘You find a genie in a bottle wash up on shore.’ It was the first time I realized I could take the stories I always had going on up in my head and put them down on paper. After that, I amended my previous plans for the future from Farmer, to Farmer/Writer. I’m still working on the farmer thing…

3.      What are some of your writer-esque quirks (do you have to be in your pjs? always facing the door? Do people look at you after something funny happens and say ‘that’s going in a book, isn’t it?’)?

a.       I didn’t realize I had quirks until I started answering this question, but I cannot have my back facing the door, so my desk has to be angled so that doesn’t happen. I also need quiet, hence the 5am writing time. But I also have to have a big mug of tea, a hot water bottle against my back (it’s comfy, try it!) and a magic bag for my neck. I probably look like an old hag but it keeps my posture proper and my neck from getting sore.

4.      Finish this joke: A clown, a priest and a writer all get onto an elevator…

a.       …The writer (me) threw the stupid clown off the elevator and asked the priest for forgiveness. I hate clowns.
*okay, second writer in a row to hate clowns…maybe this is a sign?*

Speed round: Without giving it too much thought, pick which one you favour over the other:   

Chocolate               or         flowers
Talk                          or         Text
Mountains                   or         Beach
Cowboy                  or         Marine
Wine                         or         Beer
Cats                             or         Dogs
Ebooks                    or         Paperbacks (ack! I can’t decide!!!)
Pantser                                    or         Plotter
Batman                    or         Superman
Ability to fly                    or         Power to be invisible
Prius                         or         Hemmie
Follow the rules or      Break the rules(I do both – if you follow the rules, they don’t bug you too much when you break one. J)
TV                               or         Movies
NY                             or         LA
Vampires                     or         Angels
Fall                            or         Spring
Neat                          or         Messy
Werewolf                    or         Genie   (less likely to come out of the encounter with missing limbs)
Tell jokes                     or         Pull pranks
Home cooked meals     or         Go out to a restaurant
Interested in learning more?
Visit Kelly at:


Special Monday Chat!

Hey all, Taryn here with a special guest. Please help me welcome Britt Bury! Here’s a bit about Brit!
Britt Bury writes paranormal romance where the immortals are fierce, the stakes are high, and desire can be deadly.
Britt was raised in Corvallis, Oregon and attended Oregon State University majoring in Liberal Studies. When her dream of being a professional karaoke star and Elvis impersonator didn’t pan out, she turned to writing. She currently lives in the Silicon Valley with her brilliant husband, two sons and an obscene amount of fish.
Britt’s first paranormal romance releases July 3, 2012 with Grand Central’s imprint: Forever Yours. Britt is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
Here’s the interview!
1.      Who was your first author crush and why?
 I would have to say Kresley Cole. The first book I read of hers was actually the third instalment of IAD. She hooked me right away and when I met her in person last year, I was so star stuck I admitted to peeing my pants with excitement. Not one of my most flattering moments…
2.      What was your first clue you were a writer? Was it a long journey or a short one? Have you always known?
 Writing is something I’ve loved since I was young. It was my outlet from the real world and how I coped with things. It took me a very long time to actually publish a book though.
3.      What are some of your writer-esque quirks (do you have to be in your pjs? always facing the door? Do people look at you after something funny happens and say ‘that’s going in a book, isn’t it?’)?
 Haha, that actually happens a lot! In terms of writing quirks, I don’t really have any. I am nervous to write in public because the moment I type the word “nipple” I just know the person sitting next to me is going to lean over and read it.
4.      Finish this joke: A clown, a priest and a writer all get onto an elevator…
the writer runs out screaming because clowns are frickin’ scary! Seriously, have you seen those things!? Terrifying!
5.      Speed round: Without giving it too much thought, pick which one you favour over the other: 
Chocolate                    or         flowers
Talk                          or         Text
Mountains             or         Beach
Cowboy                  or         Marine
Wine                         or         Beer
Cats                             or         Dogs
Ebooks                    or         Paperbacks
Pantser                                    or         Plotter
Batman                    or         Superman
Ability to fly               or         Power to be invisible
Prius                    or         Hemmie
Follow the rules  or         Break the rules
TV                               or         Movies
NY                             or         LA
Vampires                     or         Angels
Fall                            or         Spring
Neat                          or         Messy
Werewolf                    or         Genie        
Tell jokes                     or         Pull pranks
Home cooked meals     or         Go out to a restaurant
ALL-CONSUMING DESIRE . . .
Izel Campbell was raised to believe she is an immortal Fionn with the magical skills fo persuasion. But when she travels to Scotland to visit her ancestral home, Izel discovers that she is actually the world’s last living human. Forced to run for her life, Izel crosses paths with Kelvin Kerr, the Campbells’ greatest foe-and the most magnificent warrior she has ever seen.
BURNS BRIGHTEST . . .
A thousand-year-old battle chief of the Kerr clan, Kelvin lives only to avenge his father, who died at the hands of the bloody Campbells. Honor demands he kill the Campbell heir, but when he learns that the lovely Izel is both Campbell and human, Kelvin is torn between duty and desire . . .
ON THE DARKEST DAY
You can find Britt at:

Tuesday Chat with Teresa Noelle Roberts

I LOVE to host people on their release day!!! Please welcome Teresea Noelle Roberts, a fellow Samhain author!
I’m Teresa Noelle Roberts. I write erotica and erotic romance, both as Teresa Noelle Roberts and, with a co-author, as Sophie Mouette. Most of my TNR longer works have an element of the paranormal or fantastic. Shapeshifters. Witches. Demons. You know the drill!

Fox’s Folly, the newest book in my Duals and Donovans witches-and-shapeshifters series, releases today from Samhain. If you’ve read Foxes’ Denand wondered how the odd couple of serious, scholarly witch Paul Donovan and wise-cracking fox dual Tag Ross met, the answer can be found in Fox’s Folly. Las Vegas glitz, a demonic serial killer—and lots of hot male-male sex and romantic angst!

I’mgiving away a copy of Fox’s Folly on my Website, www.teresanoelleroberts.com. Go leave a comment here or on the giveaway blog post (it’ll be obvious!) by July 18 for a chance to win.  Remember to leave a way to contact you.  
                    

What happens in Vegas lasts forever…if you’re lucky.

Las Vegas is the wrong place for an inexperienced witch like Paul Donavan. But he has no choice; his family owes a debt of honor to a half-fae casino owner, whose guests have been dying under mysterious circumstances. The normy police haven’t connected the dots between the deaths, and the owner has called in his marker.

When Paul literally runs into fox dual Taggart Ross, the instant, powerful attraction between them bristles with red flags. Not only should there be no sparks between him and this “hillbilly with a tail,” the fact is a dual couldn’t have committed murder-by-magic. But until he’s got proof, caution rules.

Tag’s own suspicions are on high alert. Magic killed his favorite uncle, and Paul, who senses Tag’s dual nature way too easily, should be a prime suspect. Except Tag’s libido responds to the witch in a way that shouldn’t happen.

Whatever this thing is between them, the raw sexual energy feeds a power that becomes their best hope of drawing out the killer out before he, she, or it strikes again. Until love gets involved, and things get real complicated, real fast…

Warning: Sly foxes, smoky Southern drawls, sex magic, dangerous demons, tacky Las Vegas glitz, and did we mention the hot guy-on-guy sex?

1.      Who was your first author crush and why? Louisa May Alcott. Old-fashioned? Of course—but one of her main characters is a young writer, which thrilled me when I was a little girl. If Louisa May Alcott could become a writer in the late 1800s, when women’s career options were pretty much non-existent, I figured nothing could stop me!

2.      What was your first clue you were a writer? Was it a long journey or a short one? Have you always known? I’ve always known. My mother has little stories and poems I dictated to her before I knew how to write my letters. For my 12th birthday, I asked for a subscription to Writers’ Digest.

3.      What are some of your writer-esque quirks (do you have to be in your pjs? always facing the door? Do people look at you after something funny happens and say ‘that’s going in a book, isn’t it?’)? I like having my husband gaming at the desk next to me while I’m writing. I feel less like we’re ignoring each other if we’re pursuing our private obsessions in the same room.

4.      Finish this joke: A clown, a priest and a writer all get onto an elevator… and the writer thinks, “What if the priest is actually a spy in disguise…and he has to take the clown hostage. And the clown turns out to be hot?”

1.      Speed round: Without giving it too much thought, pick which one you favour over the other: 

Chocolate                    or         flowers (That’s a tough one, but I’m a gardener, so flowers)

Talk                          or         Text

Mountains                   or         Beach

Cowboy                      or         Marine( Tough choice, but I’d prefer a dashing rogue to either!)

Wine                         or         Beer

Cats                          or         Dogs

Ebooks                        or         Paperbacks (I love them both!)

Pantser                   or         Plotter

Batman                  or         Superman (but I like Iron Man—snarky genius Tony Stark—better than either)

Ability to fly                     or         Power to be invisible

Prius                         or         Hemmie

Follow the rules          or         Break the rules

TV                               or         Movies

NY                             or         LA  (How about San Francisco or New Orleans or London instead of either?)

Vampires               or         Angels

Fall                              or         Spring

Neat                            or         Messy

Werewolf                    or         Genie

Tell jokes               or         Pull pranks

Home cooked meals   or         Go out to a restaurant
*Don’t forget about the contest! Post a comment here or on Teresa’s blog and you could win a copy of the release! I’m gonna go over and buy my copy now, since I can’t win ;(*

Six Sentence Sunday

Here’s the deal, pick six sentences from your WIP. Link back here. That’s it! Here’s my space governess story again!

“Miss Talbot?” his voice sounded harsh to his own ears.

She appeared from around the corner, a plate steaming in her hands.
 “Yes?” she set the food down in front of the boy and handed him some utensils. She smiled up at him and his heart leapt up into his throat.

“She treating you right, boy?” he switched his focus to his son and Marlene drifted away. The distance helped.

Tuesday Chat with Renee Wilds!

I gotta say, this year has been awesome for meeting new-to-me writers. These folks are just plain fantastic. And here’s another one! Help me welcome Renee Wilds!
1.      Who was your first author crush and why?
KID—Marguerite Henry, for making her critters seem like people and having the ability to make me laugh and cry and worry simply through the power of the written word
ADULT—Mercedes Lackey, see above
It astounds me when I’m reading a book and it suddenly occurs to me I’m so swept up in the story that I FORGET I’m reading a book. Someone will come interrupt me and I’ll find myself staring at a page w/black lettering and go “Oh, I’m reading a book.” THAT’s the power of a good storyteller.
2.      What was your first clue you were a writer? Was it a long journey or a short one? Have you always known?
My maternal grandmother (Grandma Jeanne) first called me a writer when I was six and penciling horse stories. I was the only grade-schooler with a MAXIMUM word count! I started “serious” writing in 2002, entered RWA contests in 2004, started pitching at conferences in 2006, sold Duality to Samhain in 2007 (it came out in 2008) and am now working on Book 7 of my fantasy romance Guardians of Light series.
3.      What are some of your writer-esque quirks (do you have to be in your pjs? always facing the door? Do people look at you after something funny happens and say ‘that’s going in a book, isn’t it?’)?
I like hanging out in sweats and a Tshirt, barefoot. I have a scrapbook page for each of my books, and play music while I write. I have different favorites depending on the scene. I use Medaieval Baebes for general world-building, Enya & Kate Price (hammer dulcimer) for love scenes, Nightwish and Axel Rudi Pell for battle scenes and dark magic scenes. Family can always tell what I’m writing by the music. When my thirteen-year-old son hears me typing to Enya in the background he’s like, “Ugh! REALLY, Mom????” (Usually followed by “What’s for supper?”) And people wonder why food mysteriously appears in so many of my love scenes!
4.      Finish this joke: A clown, a priest and a writer all get onto an elevator…
See, I’d NEVER get into an elevator w/a clown. I HATE clowns, they’re freaky. (I blame Stephen King…)
*me either, same story Renee*
1.      Speed round: Without giving it too much thought, pick which one you favour over the other: 
Chocolate                    or         flowers
Talk                          or         Text
Mountains             or         Beach
Cowboy                      or         Marine
Wine                         or         Beer
Cats                           or         Dogs
Ebooks                        or         Paperbacks
Pantser                                    or         Plotter
Batman                        or         Superman
Ability to fly               or         Power to be invisible
Prius                            or         Hemmie
Follow the rules  or         Break the rules
TV                               or         Movies
NY                             or         LA
Vampires                or         Angels
Fall                           or         Spring
Neat                            or         Messy
Werewolf               or         Genie
Tell jokes               or         Pull pranks
Home cooked meals    or         Go out to a restaurant

You can visit Renee Wilds at

Six Sentence Sunday

You know the drill.
1. Pick six sentences from your work.
2. Link back here. That’s it.

And this week’s entry!

What really made her cringe was the state of what she assumed was the dining/teaching area. Broken bits and bobs, core samples from drilling, lighted experiment holders and clothing that needed mending were just a few of the things that were piled high atop what she hoped was a table. She couldn’t see them, but there were benches along either side that served as another filing area for tablets and file boxes.

“Colby, what’s this?”

Colby stopped dead in his tracks, looking at her over a pile of pipes and tools.

“What’s what?” he searched the pile directly in front of her for what could possibly be unexplained.

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Canada Day, y’all!
Onto Six Sentence Sunday!
You know the drill.
1. Pick six sentences from your work.
2. Link back here. That’s it.

Without further ado, my as-yet-untitled space governess…

“You’ll focus on the mining aspects for tomorrow’s lesson.”

“And you’ll concentrate on shoring up the mine for my inspection.” she snapped.

“You don’t tell me how to do my job, Missy.” he looked down at her sternly.

“And you don’t tell me how to teach, Mr. Stockard.” She turned on her heel and marched up the ramp into the Hut proper as his jaw ground silently. The woman had a way of making him eat his words; Winston and Gertie chuckled behind their hands.