Thursday, June 29, 2017

Author Linda O'Connor Shares a Writing Tip And... Her New Release... About Perfectly Skeptical

Writing Tip: We have a house on the water, and I love to sit and write where I can look at the lake. When the weather is warm, I’ll write outside. I also write when I’m travelling – on the train or plane. It makes the time go by quickly. I heard a tip at a writer’s conference about writing on a computer in public. They suggested changing the colour of the font to gray so it couldn’t be read over your shoulder. Not that my work is top secret, but I do that now!

Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home d├ęcor store. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at
Laugh every day. Love every minute.

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About Perfectly Skeptical
Dr. Brianna Scott looked forward to sleeping away her staycation, until a lucky windfall meant an upgrade to palm trees, an ocean view . . . and the sexy Dr. Matt Gaelen. She’ll play and have fun, but can a holiday fling really turn into a soul mate for life? Doubtful.

Matt has no radar for sniffing out gold-diggers and protecting his heart. Until now. Brianna is more turned off than turned on by his wealth. What are his chances of getting her to overlook it? Dubious at best.

Improbable and uncertain, iffy and unlikely – the typical path to love.

Perfectly Skeptical . . . love when you least expect it.

She stopped in her tracks and squealed, almost bumping into a man standing on her porch. He put out his hand to steady her.
“Oh my god, you scared me,” she said, taking a deep breath.
Laughing blue eyes looked back at her. “Sorry about that. I was just about to knock, but you beat me to it.” His eyes swept the length of her. “I was sent to see how you’re doing.”
Brianna stiffened. “I’m fine. Why?” She hadn’t advertised she was going away. Her parents and Maisy were the only ones who knew where she was.
“You haven’t been out and about.”
Who’s keeping tabs? And who would send this dark-haired, all muscle, all-male hunk with the relaxed island smile and disarming blue eyes? Not her parents, that’s for sure. Maisy? It was entirely possible. Maisy’s reach was surprisingly long.
Don’t live a little. Live a lot. Maisy, you’re a cheeky devil, sending a male escort. He looked at her with a patient smile, waiting for her to catch up. Something about a tropical paradise and his sexy bod made her consider. Brianna narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you married?”
“Do you have nail fungus?”
He blinked and his smile faltered. “No. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m feeling great.” She stepped closer to him. His eyes darkened. He didn’t step away. What the hell – she could play this game. Be cool. Fake nonchalance. Cultivate some of that swagger that came so easily to Maisy. Her heart pounded, but he didn’t need to know.
She went on her toes and brushed her lips against his. When he responded and took control, Brianna felt a tingle from her head to her toes. She pressed closer and felt the hard muscle of his chest through the thin shirt he wore. He caressed the bare skin of her back and skimmed her waist. She opened her mouth to take him deeper and their tongues danced. This wasn’t the kiss of a boy. This was the kiss of experience. Maybe Maisy had it right – if you were going to play, you might as well play with top-of-the-line equipment.
He ran his hands down her arms and then gripped them gently and pushed her away, breaking off the kiss. Brianna raised startled eyes to his and made a noise in protest.
“I’m sorry.” He stepped back, putting more distance between them, and cleared his throat. “I think you have the wrong idea. I’m Matt Gaelen. Dr. Matt Gaelen.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Jerome and Maria were worried because you hadn’t shown up at the restaurant, so they asked me to come and check on you.”
“Jerome and Maria. Owners of the villas?”
Uh-oh. “You weren’t sent by Maisy?”
“No, I don’t know a Maisy.” He grinned. “Though I wish I did.”
She felt a flush rise on her cheeks. So much for living it up. “I’m very sorry,” she said stiffly. “That was a misunderstanding.” She grimaced. “It won’t happen again.” She’d stay well and truly hidden under a rock of mortification.
He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m happy to see you’re fine. Better than fine.” He smiled. “I’ll let them know.” He turned and jogged down the steps. And then he stopped and looked back. “But it does seem a shame that it won’t happen again.”
Brianna blew out a breath and watched him go. That wasn’t embarrassing. She cringed. This was precisely why she wanted solitude and privacy. She shook her head at herself and picked up her towel. The light was fading, but she still had time for a quick dip to cool off.
Let that be a lesson learned – well two, really: don’t jump to conclusions, and Dr. Matt Gaelen is an excellent kisser.

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Perfectly Skeptical, a Perfectly Series novella, is one of 25 brand new, exclusive romances in the Tropical Tryst boxed set. Escape to the tropics with award winning, USA Today and NYT best-selling authors.

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Sunday, June 18, 2017

Looking for an Intriguing Summer Read? Check Out Dark Love Rising

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If you're like me, you love a good vampire story, my guest, Danita Minnis has written one and she'd like to share it.

Dark Love Rising
Danita Minnis


Former MI6 agent Xavier Quinn would say that you're daft if you think he will stop killing for a living. But that is exactly what is about to happen. Very soon now, Quinn will start killing to stay alive. On the run after taking out the wrong man, Quinn would die a happy man if he could just live long enough to ruin the Parliament member who set him up.

Layla, a 2,000 year old vampire with a moral code, has other plans for the contract killer. When she awakens to the sound of a dark rising, she enlists Quinn to join her on a mission to save humanity from her twin sister Tamara.

But Quinn is just the kind of man that a cold-blooded killer like Tamara needs in her world. A man like Quinn, who never believed in humanity, has only one belief; self-preservation. Being a vampire sounds much better than staying human in the game of kill or be killed. Will he stay alive long enough to find out how Layla's love can change the equation?


The pounding came closer, harder, hurting her ear as she lay against the earth.
Something was running towards her. She could smell its fear. A human.
Layla’s predatory instincts rebounded in an instant. Before the conscious thought was fully formed in her mind, her arm shot out and grabbed the human’s ankle.
The human hit the ground with a surprised gasp as air whooshed out of its lungs. 
Layla opened her eyes and watched a dark stare turn into curiosity.
“Let go of me!”
She grit her teeth at the harsh inflections of the woman’s strange tongue, but she would master it. She already understood the golden-haired woman who tried to shake off her grip. With her other hand, she touched the short halo of golden hair that spiked out of the woman’s head like a fierce helmet. She was Nubiti, a golden lady.
A large structure flashed in her mind. The woman’s home; she wanted to be free to go there. But Nubiti, the golden lady, would not live to see another day.
“Who are you?” The woman began to kick and scratch at Layla’s hands.
“Doo…not…fee-arrh…meee...” Her vocal cords stilted the strange words even to her ears, with a rasping halt that sounded too deep to be human. The unused muscles in her throat needed exercise.
When the woman screamed and kicked her in the face, the stiletto heel lodged in Layla’s eye.
Pulling the stiletto out of her eye, Layla was at once regretful. She would have to concentrate on a more suitable pitch. She had no wish to frighten the golden lady who would soon begin her journey to the underworld of paradise.
She crawled over the woman, rubbing the dark, glittering stones on her garment, which left most of her body bare. The stones were like stars in the night, shimmering as the woman struggled.
The golden lady looked into the eye she’d ruptured with her shoe, her own blue eyes widening as the fissure closed. She stopped struggling and started keening softly.
“Nubiti…” The low rumble Layla emitted was meant to sooth, but she could not temper the power behind it. Unable to find calming words, she shook her head as the woman’s eyes rolled.
Gently, Layla touched the strange, blonde spikes on Nubiti’s head.
“Please, don’t hurt me.”
“Anubis waits for you.” Her tone now held the gentleness of a human’s, and she smiled. The triumph was brief as she felt the sting of envy where her heart had once resided, filled with life. Nubiti would meet the god who was the scout of all souls.
Long ago, she had been denied her meeting with Anubis, but she would not think of that now.
She turned her attention to the woman’s skin. Her hand followed her lips to Nubiti’s translucent neck. Veins glistened in the smooth white column as the finest lapis lazuli. Reverently, she sank her teeth into the flesh, savoring her first drink after such a long slumber.

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Born and raised in the heart of New York City,  Danita is a singer, writer and lover of romance. Her fourth novel, Dark Love Rising is her first vampire romance. She's the author of the ghostly love story Adderley's Bride and the Cardiff novels, Falcon's Angel and Love Entwined. 
Mystery, mayhem, the fantastic and the fey are as intriguing as Siberian Huskies - shout out to the Khan Man. One more hour with her laptop and Danita is living the dream. 

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Thursday, June 8, 2017

Want Perfect Prose? Try Brenda Sparks’ Helpful Solution #AuthorLove

Thank you for hosting me on your blog, Mia. I'm excited to be here. The writing tip I'd like to share is my favorite editing advice.

After I do revisions and a round of copy edits, I do one last step before submitting the story to my publisher. I copy the manuscript into a reading program and have the story read to me. It is amazing how many things you will catch when someone else is reading it. I've found typos, grammatical errors, and even content errors during the reading phase of edits.

There are lots of free reader programs out there. I personally use Natural Reader, but there are many others. Any text to speak program should do. Happy writing!
Brenda Sparks has always loved all things spooky and enjoys incorporating paranormal elements in her writing. She refuses to allow pesky human constraints to get in the way of telling the story. Luckily the only thing limiting her stories is her imagination. Her characters are strong, courageous, and she adores spending time with them in their imaginary world.
Her idea of a perfect day is one spent in front of a computer with a hot cup of coffee, her fingers flying over the keys to send her characters off on their latest adventure.

 Brenda Sparks’ novel, Alpha Lover, a Hot Paranormal Romance, is currently on sale. Here’s its blurb.

Starved for blood, vampire, Nicholai Peterhof is greatly relieved when two tourists, in Russia for the Christmas holiday, decide to grace his restaurant, but one sip from the pretty brunette and his world is forever turned upside down. Juliette Staint-John is everything he could have asked for in a heartmate; pretty, smart, built with curves in all the right places…and totally unavailable.

Juliette doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome, young-looking Nicholai. As if their differences aren’t enough, the acute grief over the loss of loved ones keeps her heart guarded. He may be her fantasy, but that’s all he can ever be.

To get past Juliette’s defenses and in order to keep her safe, Nicholai must prove himself worthy of her love and trust. Unbeknownst to the couple, her personal demons are not the only ones threatening their relationship. Hiding virtually unseen by the vampires, Demon Royalty plots to destroy not only the couple but the entire vampire breed. Luckily, Nicholai will do anything for Juliette—even if it means sacrificing himself.

And here’s the excerpt.

She had only a second to realize Nicholai stood in the doorway before Desmond’s powerful thighs brought him to the door in a single bound.

He grabbed Nicholai’s shirt with one hand, his other made a fist that landed squarely on Nicholai’s jaw.

Nicholai’s head snapped back. Shock took his face. With a mighty push, Nicholai threw Desmond backward across the room into one of the flowery couches. It moved under his weight, crashed into the end table, and the Tiffany lamp tumbled to the floor.

Julie’s eyes went wide. The two men became a blur of motion, bodies flying apart then back together. She had to concentrate to make out the shapes of hard forms in the powerful whirlwind.

Connor pulled, lunging at the whirling mass. His deep growls and barks added to the chaos as the two males swirled around the living room. They spun around the room like a tornado, moving so fast Juliette’s eyes did not register their kicks and punches. However, she heard bones crunch and the slap of skin while the two exchanged blows.

The furniture that exploded when the blurry mass neared evidenced the fierceness of their battle. Julie watched one piece of furniture after the next burst into pieces. First her delicate coffee table, next the end table where the Tiffany lamp had been, then the rocking chair. When the mass moved toward the antique credenza, Juliette screamed.

Her beautiful roses sprayed about the room. Red petals floated slowly to the floor in surreal contrast.

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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Legion of Regrettable Super-Villains

by Jon Morris

A followup to the author’s remarkable League of Regrettable Super-Heroes, this book takes a look at the super-villains that have threatened the super-heroes, both regrettable and not, since super-heroes began to protect the denizens of the comic book worlds. While I absolutely loved the predecessor, I found this book harder to get into, mainly because these super-villains were so much more…regrettable. I actually felt sorry for the villains because they were so awful! But that in its way is its charm; the villains are goofy and their downfall, because of that, is inevitable.

For example, there’s the villain who devised how to put poison into brick (and no, how is apparently never explained, nor whether it’s feasible to carry some around for nefarious purpose). His name is Brickbat, but there’s an elegance in naming, right? There’s Bloor, the dictator of Uranus (the author has much too much fun with juvenile jokes, and how can you blame him?), Captain Black Bunny—yes, a bad bunny. So cute, so evil! The Horrible Hand, the wicked version of the officious and useful version of The Addams Family’s Thing, I would guess; and along the same lines, there’s Mr. Pointer, the Finger of Fate (not to be mistaken with the Fickle Finger of Fate, of course). Also Robbing Hood, who really is the robs everyone for himself, and Sinistro, Boy Fiend. Just “Boy Fiend” would do, but no, it’s Sinistro, Boy Fiend!

What I found particularly funny but it makes sense is that many of these villains have their authors as uncredited. Which makes sense, of course. If you wanted to keep working, would you want to admit to having created some of these? Nevertheless, there are still notables in the industry who did cop to inventing some of these sad sacks of comics, notables such as Otto Binder, SF author and classic comics writer; Will Eisner, creator of The Spirit; Stan Lee; William Moulton Marston, creator of Wonder Woman; Joe Simon, a giant of the industry (you may be familiar with a character named Captain America); and the Jerry Siegel, co-creator of Superman. I can only assume that even the greats can be stumped for an idea once in a while and come up with one of these.

One of these like Ugly Man. Doctor Bong. The Generic Man. The Ghetto-Blaster. Yep. A late night, a headache…and you come up with one of these.

Overall, these villains are well regrettable. And they’re even funny, once you get over what pathetic creatures they are. Both this book and its companion should be read together to get the right effect; the reader will be reminded that evolution works in this way, too, with the best (or more likely to be regarded as logical) super-heroes to survive and the less logical to be forgotten, and the same goes for super-villains. Once I got over how sorry I felt for these regrettable super-villains, I enjoyed the book. And so will you.

Elizabeth MS Flynn has written fiction in the form of comic book stories, romantic fantasies, urban fantasies, historical fantasies and short stories, a young adult novel, and a graphic novella (most published under the name of Eilis Flynn). She’s also a professional editor and has been for 40 years, working with academia, technology, and finance nonfiction, and mystery, science fiction, fantasy, and romance fiction. If you’re looking for an editor, she can be found editing at and reached at If you’re curious about her books, check out In any case, she can be reached at