never-marry-a-stranger_large  I started writing when I was thirteen years old, but didn’t pursue publishing seriously until I was in my 20s. It took me thirteen years to become published. NEVER MARRY A STRANGER is my 20th book, and I have two manuscripts sitting under my bed that will never see the light of day. My writing schedule has fluctuated a lot in that time, due mostly to my children.

 

When they were little, I used to sneak time to write (this is before I was published). They went to bed early, and so did my husband (he used to work an early shift). After 9:00, I would closet myself in my office and write for a couple hours. Writing was so new and marvelous that I would look up and find it was 1:00 a.m.! I was just so amazed that I could write a book. And I was lucky in that my husband has never been the kind of man to begrudge my need to write. He knew how important it was to me. He’s still my biggest support.

 

Sniff, okay, enough of the mushy stuff.  The good thing was, writing like that kept me in the story, because I tried to use whatever free time I had. But the bad side of this was that sometimes I was just exhausted, especially after I began to work part-time, programming computer-controlled machines. Hard to find the brainpower to write when even reading the newspaper at night seemed too demanding. Sometimes months would go by before I’d write again, especially when I got stuck in the plot. Thank goodness for my critique group. We meet once a month, and that forced me to write. But I never gave up on my goal. The rejections were getting better and better. I came up with a new proposal, Avon read it—and asked if I had a completed book. And I did!  The Darkest Knight was published in January, 1999.

 

After all the joy and amazement and pride settled down, I realized that no longer could I put something aside for months. I had my first deadline—nine months later. I’d never written a book in under two years. Heck, one took five! Way too much research and procrastination. I’m better at both now. I was still working part-time, so I only had evenings and weekends. My logical brain kicked in, and I started making daily page goals, allowing myself a month to revise at the end. Much tougher, especially now that my kids were playing soccer and lacrosse, swimming year round, or singing in the school musical. But I was determined to be a professional writer.

 

Within a year I was able to quit my other job and write full-time. It was definitely easier, but I discovered a whole new set of challenges. The weakness of procrastination still gnawed at me. And trust me, I’m not big on cleaning. It was the paperwork, the carpooling, the college admissions, the sports tournaments. And as an author, there are websites and contracts and page proofs and bookmarks. I slowly learned that I could get the most actual writing done in the morning, so I taught myself to be a lark instead of an owl. No more staying up late. In bed by 11:30, up by 6:30.

 

And it’s still the same way now that my last child is in college. My evenings are no longer filled with their events (and I miss that so much!). But I find that I have no wish to write at night anymore. I try for five days a week, 6-8 hours a day. That lets me write 2-3 books a year (since I write under Julia Latham, as well).

 

As I look back, I realize that writing was very different at the many stages in my life. I guess the message is to persevere and change as you need to.  Or are you resistant to change?

 

 

 

 

September 2009 Contests

A Duke of Her Own Visit Eloisa James’s contest page to Design-A-Duchess! Download the gorgeous custom designed Desperate Duchesses paper doll to decorate. If your doll is the winning design your doll will be featured in Eloisa’s Christmas mailing AND you’ll win a fabulous prezzie! Visit www.eloisajames.com to enter!

Silent Night, Haunted NightTerri Garey has Advance Reader Copies of SILENT NIGHT, HAUNTED NIGHT to give away! Visit her website at http://www.tgarey.com/contest.html to enter and win!

Obsession Untamed Join Pamela Palmer in celebrating the launch of her Feral Warriors series with an exciting contest on her new Bulletin Board that will run from now until Friday, November 13th. Just post a comment anywhere on her Board at www.pamelapalmer.net/board to enter! Weekly winners will receive a packet of signed coverflats and other promo materials from some of your favorite authors. The grand prize winner(s) will receive a bag of signed books. Authors offering prizes include Kerrelyn Sparks, Anna Campbell, Miranda Neville, Julia Quinn, Margo Maguire, Shayla Black, and more!

The Infamous RogueTo celebrate the release of THE INFAMOUS ROGUE, Alexandra Benedict is giving away another five autographed copies of the book! For your chance to win, sign up for Alexandra’s newsletter at www.AlexandraBenedict.ca. The winners will be contacted after a random draw. Good luck!

A Scotsman In LoveHave you played Scottish Trivia on Karen Ranney’s blog at www.karenranney.wordpress.com ? The monthly contest features ten questions about Scotland, its culture and people, with great prizes – such as books, travel mugs, and book totes. Karen Ranney is also featuring a drawing for free books to celebrate the release of My Beloved, My True Love, and Upon a Wicked Time as ebooks, and the re-release of Scottish Brides – all on 9/29/09. More details on her website at www.karenranney.com.

Captive of Sin Anna Campbell is offering readers a chance to win CAPTIVE OF SIN!

By the time this contest comes to a close, CAPTIVE OF SIN will be available from a bookseller near you. To celebrate this portentous moment in the history of the world (or at least in the history of Anna Campbell), she’s giving away not one, not two, not three, but FOUR signed copies of the book to people who enter this contest.

This question is really easy. All you have to do is tell her the name of Gideon’s house and where in England it is situated. Just a hint – you might find the answer in the excerpt from CAPTIVE OF SIN on her Books page: http://www.annacampbell.info/captivesin.html

Just email Anna on anna@annacampbell.info and she’ll draw at random from the correct responses. The contest closes 31st October, 2009. For more information, please check out Anna’s contest page: http://www.annacampbell.info/contest.html

One Reckless Summer To celebrate the release of ONE RECKLESS SUMMER, Toni Blake is giving away a prize pack that includes
-An autographed copy of ONE RECKLESS SUMMER
-An autographed cover flat
-A tote bag and a coffee mug featuring the book’s gorgeous cover

To enter, just visit her website at http://www.ToniBlake.com and visit the Contests page! Contest ends July 31.

when-seducing-a-duke I just love this gorgeous new cover of mine. When Seducing a Duke comes out on September 29th, so I figured this was the perfect time to do a little flaunting.

Greyden Kane, Duke of Ryeton and Rose Danvers have known each other for years. They’re not quite friends, not at all family and neither of them has admitted their longing for one another. Rose has come to London to find a husband, but before she weds there’s one thing she has to do. She has to seduce the duke. However, Grey thinks he’s the one doing the seducing when he spies the masked beauty at Saint’s Row. He has no idea who she is, but he know who he wants her to be. Imagine his surprise when he finally discovers that his newest lover is also his most enduring obsession.

Enchant. Tempt. Entice. Beguile. Just a few things a woman must do when seducing a duke . . .

*** In this scene, Grey has just been attacked in the upstairs hallway of the club at Saint’s Row whilst on his way to meet a mysterious masked lady***

Grey ducked and the man attached to the fist fell into the wall, a victim of his own momentum.

“Bastard,” the man spat from where the floor where he slid. “I’ll kill you.”

“Not tonight,” Grey remarked drily, straightening his cuffs. “Perhaps when you are sober you could give it another go, however.”

His assailant stared at him through bleery eyes. It wasn’t the first time Grey had been the victim of a surprise attack, but the last one happened some time ago and his reflexes were not what they ought to be. His heart hammered shamefully in his ribs. The arse had actually surprised him.

“Do I know you, sir?” He asked, wasting time studying the man’s familiar features when he should continue on to his lovely lady.

Spittle flew – intended for Grey but landing mostly on the man’s own chin and lapels. “You shagged my wife, you filthy bugger!”

Grey’s brows rose. A strange amusement filled him. “I’ll have you know I bathe regularly, sir.” He frowned. “Martingale? Is that you?”

The man huffed, tried to push himself upright and failed. “You know it is, you… you fuss bucket.”

He would laugh at the absurd term if he hadn’t realized the man had every reason to want to kill him. He had shagged Lady Martingale – many years ago. He’d shagged their daughter as well. Mother and daughter had gotten into a very public row over him at the theater one night. Bad form all around.

Grey offered the man his hand. “Let’s get you to a carriage. You should go home.”

Martingale slapped his hand away with a snarl. Somehow the man found enough strength in his alcohol saturated muscles to stand, though he had to cling to the wall to do so. “Go frig yourself.”

“Come now,” Grey said softly. “Let me assist you.” It was the least he could do given all the harm he’d cost. Of course Lord Martingale wasn’t a saint either. He’d been doing some burlesque dancer while Grey dallied with his women folk, but Martingale had been discrete and Grey… well, he’d never been known for such virtue.

Martingale shoved him, but it was the drunken earl who stumbled rather than Grey. “Sod off. Those men should have cut more than your face, you piss ant.”

“Yes,” Grey replied coolly. “But they didn’t. And you should have taken better care of your wife.”

The two of them stared at each other for a brief second, Grey still and composed, Martingale unsteady and filled with drunken anguish. And then, all the fight seemed to abandon the earl, leaving him deflated and bent. He turned and staggered down the corridor, leaning on the wall for support.

Grey watched him go with some regret. Of course he wouldn’t have welcomed further altercation, but perhaps spilling some of his blood would have given Martingale the satisfaction he wanted, granting Grey some atonement at the same time.

Instead, he was left feeling oddly empty. Perhaps he ought to leave. He hardly felt romantic at the moment. Still, it wouldn’t be gentlemanly of him to keep her waiting. He should at least apologize.

He turned and moved toward the room where she waited. The door opened just as he raised his fist to knock, and his lady stood there, gasping when she saw him.

Grey frowned when he saw the reticule in her gloved hand. “Were you leaving?”

“I was, yes,” came the cool reply with a lift of her round chin. “I do not appreciate being kept waiting, sir.”

Grey smiled, all thoughts of his own departure evaporating at the challenge she presented. He stepped over the threshold, forcing her to retreat into the room. “Anxious, my lady?”

The room was made for assignation. The wall paper was heavy and obviously costly. Huge bouquets of colorful Oriental flowers bloomed against the flat black backdrop. The plaster on the high ceiling was the same golden beige as the trim around the windows and door. Heavy drapes framed the window, designed to keep out all light or intrusion the city offered. The floor was walnut, polished and buffed to a high gloss shine, and accented with plush rugs in the same colors as the wallpaper. The bed – a massive four poster monstrosity – was hand-carved mahogany, covered in black bedding – with gold satin sheets turned down for the occupants.

Had waiting here, knowing what was going to happen between them when he arrived made her nervous? Had she sat on the edge of the bed squeezing her thighs together in a vain attempt to assuage the itch deep inside her?

“I was anxious,” she informed him more than a little haughtily. “Waiting has a way of cooling ardor.”

He laughed then, as he closed the door, sealing the two of them into the room. Was it just him, or had the temperature gone up several degrees?

“Do you reckon?” He stepped closer. “I’ve always found that the more I have to wait for something the more I want it.”

She stood her ground, but he sensed that she might bolt at any moment. They were so close their torsos were almost touching – hers rising rapidly with every breath. Grey’s entire body was tight, tingling. Dark eyes rose to meet his. “Then you must want me very badly, sir.”

There was no denying the spark of desire in her gaze. Golden flames seemed to burn in the chocolate depths, drawing him toward their heat as though he was nothing more than a powerless moth. “I do.” His voice was rough, but if her shiver was any indication she didn’t mind. “I want you very much.”

©2009 Kathryn Smith

***

The Duke of Ryeton went to Saint’s Row for a night of anonymous pleasure.

Rose Danvers went to Saint’s Row bent on seduction.

It was a night that would begin the scandal of the Season.

Sometimes, what happens at Saint’s Row doesn’t always stay there.

When Seducing a Duke, September 29th 2009

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I had a lot of fun writing A Duke of Her Own, not in the least because I fell in love with Oyster, my heroine’s dog. Oyster is a pug – a rather naughty, sweet, bumbling pug. In the past, I’ve avoided putting animals in my novels: they seem to me to pose big problems for writers, akin to those surrounding children.

After all, a romance focuses on an intense period of lives of two lovers. Babies and animals can seem to be thrown in for the heck of it, something akin to the cheap thrill of a Hallmark card with a puppy on the front. Mind you, I love puppies – here’s my picture of Oyster, which I found on-line somewhere while trolling for puppies.

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So I made up a rule for myself when I thought up Oyster, Eleanor’s little pug.

Oyster could be in the novel, but he had to have a crucial place in the plot. He couldn’t simply be a live accessory, a dog who appeared only for the sake of generating cute images in the reader’s mind. My model? Jennifer Crusie’s use of dogs, especially in my favorite Crusie novel, Crazy for You. The dog in that novel instigates the break-up of the heroine and her stalker boyfriend. In fact, the stalker’s craziness is accelerated by the presence of the dog – and as his mental state continues to break down, the dog is the tool Crusie uses to reveal the stalker’s innate cruelty and instability.

Well, I had an unstable character too, though in a very different way, and I thought that a dog might be just the way to reveal her inner self. But how to do it? Obviously, sweet little Oyster was going to have to be put in harm’s way. Enter the wonderful Connie Brockway, who knows everything about dogs!

I called her up and she told me exactly what physical symptoms a dog would show after being knocked unconscious. It allowed me to make that scene so intensely visual that though it’s only been ten days since the book was published, I’ve already received over a hundred emails, mostly talking of that one scene.

My newest project is a fractured version of Cinderella. It’s proving quite tough. A short list of my problems: Cinders herself is a bit pathetic, the prince is a black hole in the story, and then there are all those animals! If you go with the original story, you have rats and mice. If you go with Disney, you get a few other animals thrown in… either way, I’m obviously stuck with some more four-legged characters.

So what’s your favorite romance with a dog – or another pet? How does the animal work within the plot? Just what would YOU do with the rats in Cinderella?

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After I’d completed writing THE INFAMOUS ROGUE (August 2009), I still wanted to pen more about Captain James Hawkins and sassy Sophia Dawson. The tale seemed unfinished to me. I had sketched their pasts in back-story that appeared in THE INFAMOUS ROGUE, but my editor had asked me to cut those scenes from the book as she felt they slowed the story’s otherwise lively pace.

And so, with even less about James and Sophia’s stormy love affair in print, I knew I had to keep writing. I submitted a proposal for a novella, MISTRESS OF PARADISE (a first for me). The proposal for the prequel was accepted and I went straight to work, penning James and Sophia’s first love affair … on the island of Jamaica. Why Jamaica? Why not England? I have author Jean Rhys, and her fabulous book WIDE SARGASSO SEA, to thank for that.

After reading about historic Jamaica in the book, I fell in love with the setting. It seemed right to set off for the West Indies. And I’m so glad that I did! The sultry island setting is as much a character in the novella as the protagonists. The steamy nights reflect the characters’ steamy affair. And their subsequent heartache—in paradise—serves as an emotional climax impossible to achieve in any other landscape.

What’s your favourite setting in a romance book? What setting would you like to see in a romance book?

 
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