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It’s Holiday Time

Yes, it is that time of year for celebrations. Thanksgiving has just passed here in the US, and all the other holidays people celebrate are coming up quickly.

Our big celebration when I was growing up was Thanksgiving. Everyone went to my grandmother’s house for Christmas, but our house was the place for Thanksgiving. We would normally have several other families over to help celebrate. Each would bring a favorite dish to add to the table, so there was plenty to share, to send home with people, and to keep us fed for a week after.

Which holidays do you celebrate? And what makes them special to you?

Some of you will be buying gifts this time of year. If there are readers on your list, check out my books on Amazon. I have recently published all of them, both series and Master of the Fleet, in hardcover editions, perfect for gift giving.

I have several people already asking about them.

Stay safe out there. Things can get a little crazy this time of year. The roads are busy, sometimes snowy or wet, and it only takes a second for disaster to strike.

Best of all to you, if I don’t get back before New Year.

And of course, as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

It’s Thanksgiving Time

But then, shouldn’t we always be thankful?

Before I get started on a rant, let me tell you the news.

For my thank you to all my readers, and those who follow me, I’m having a book sale.

Starting today and running through November 26, all my books on Smashwords will be available for 0.99 each. So if you’ve been waiting to try one, or aren’t sure, now is the time to take the plunge.

I mean, you can’t go wrong for less than a buck. Right?

So, do you prefer shifters or psychic abilities?

For shifters, look at the Gambler’s Folly Series.

For psychic abilities, try Esperance.

Maybe you like magic. If so, give Master of the Fleet a read.

Want an excerpt? Click on the Excerpt button at the top!

Not interested in e-books? If you prefer paperbacks or hardcover, go on over to Amazon! All my books are now available in both those formats as well!

Anyway, I think winter is making a comeback, so it is time to sit by the fire, with the cats, and have a nice read. Maybe a nice cuppa to go along with it. Just lean back, get comfy, and go to another place or time–or both!

If I don’t talk to you again before the holiday, have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

And as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

Welcome to My Worlds

This question always comes up when someone hears I’m an author. And the answer isn’t necessarily a simple one. It depends on the book.

I’ve been told by some that I channel my stories. I don’t know exactly how that would be different from how anyone else writes, but once I get an idea, I just sit down, put my mind in neutral and go for it. And usually what I think is going to happen goes in some other weird direction I never would have thought of.

Jareth, First Lord began as a recurring dream. Not the beginning scene of the story, but somewhere down in chapter 1. When it wouldn’t leave me alone, I sat down and wrote it out. But how did we get to this point in the story? And where do we go from here?

Viviane was simply the second part of this story, so there was no problem there. But Morgan was a secondary character in Jareth. I liked Morgan and wanted to know more about her, so I sat down and began to write. I knew she’d come from Clan Belfort, but why had she come? And where would she end up?

Gambler’s Folly started from a song–South Coast. It’s an old song, but it tells about a man who won his wife in a card game. Now how could that happen today? As my mind turned this question over during the day, it began to spin me this tale of a pleasure world away from Earth, where anything could be won or lost in the games. And Gambler’s Folly was born. How the rest of it came about is nearly as much a mystery to me as it is to anyone else.

Dante’s Angel, the second book in the Gambler’s series came about much like Morgan did. He was a minor character I really liked and wanted to know about. And so I let my mind go and began to write. He turned out to be quite a character, as did his soul mate.

But The Russian was born from someone I saw in a video. A Russian rapper by the name of Geegun just looked like a werewolf to me. Probably with dire wolf blood. Now, how could I write him?

What about Master of the Fleet?

At various times in various places, I’ve been a member of the Society for Creative Anachromism–SCA. My persona was named Anne-Marie de Villehardouin, from 13th century France. One night, for some unknown reason, I dreamed a scene at one of the feasts. We had planned a sketch as part of the entertainment, run it by those in charge and had it approved. It involved a couple who started arguing at the table and escalated into her trying to stab him with a dagger. When that doesn’t work, and she loses the dagger, she grabs a sword and the two of them fight in front of the high table.

Now, this was not possible for real, at the time. But I thought it would be fun to do. As I turned it over in my mind, the thought came that it would make a good scene for a story as well. Only instead of it ending as part of the entertainment, it should end with a forced marriage.

Maybe he was a wizard of some sort as well as a swordsman…

I know. My mind is a very strange place. I can assure you, you wouldn’t like to visit.

But feel free to visit my worlds–Gambler’s Folly, Esperance, and the Cote d’Or.

If you shop on Smashwords, go check out my sale this weekend.

In the meantime…

Don’t Forget…

...to Share the Romance…

That is definitely the question these days. So I thought I would give you a little insight on my decision.

When I first published Gambler’s Folly, I did so through a traditional publisher of romance/erotica. For quite a while after the book came out, it was in the top 10-25 for it’s category, which was Mainstream Sensual.

When I wrote Dante’s Angel, they decided not to pick it up, because sales had been too low for Gambler’s. Most likely, I could have done better with another publisher. This company’s sales were mostly from their erotica–menage and fairly graphic stories. Since then, they have discontinued their Mainstream line altogether.

I published Jareth and Viviane through a hybrid publisher. But again, even though they liked the book and seemed eager to pick it up, it didn’t do as well as I’d hoped. And again, part of that was due to the nature of their other books. Mine was quite different from the rest of their line.

My books are paranormal romance. They also contain elements of fantasy and magic at times, and some intrigue. One series deals with a team of shifters who form a department for Interpol on another world.

The other series is set on a world ruled by multi-gifted First Lords who have several psychic powers. Running through the series is the main story line begun in Book 1, so there is a bit of an intrigue running through it, along with the romance and paranormal.

Under Sultonna Nadine, we get into magic. The book which is out now deals with elemental magic. Our MC controls wind and water as Master of the Fleet for his company. The next book out will deal with trying to remove a curse put on a genie by a witch several hundred years ago.

I understand cross-genre books can be tricky to market, and publishers and agents are a bit skeptical. So what could I do?

I went to Amazon’s KDP and self published all of my books, including the ones I got the rights back for. The process can take a little time, since the different versions, ie. Kindle, paperback, or hardcover, have to be differently formatted. And you have to design your own cover and do your own editing.

Is it worth it?

For me, I feel it is. I have control over the whole process and I don’t take months or years trying to find someone willing to take a chance on me.

Is it right for you?

Only you can answer that.

In the meantime, if you’re a writer, KEEP WRITING.

If you’re a reader, KEEP READING.

And as always,

Don’t Forget,,,

…to Share the Romance…

Limpin’ Along…

Yeah, me and my knee are still on the outs, which is a shame. It is a beautiful sunny day outside, perfect for a walk, but the knee says no.

Oh well. That’s the way it goes sometimes. Right?

In the meantime, I’ve been spending more time on the couch, laden down with cats, while reading through Old Flame and making editing notes. The next book in the Gambler’s Folly series, I love this couple.

Older than the other characters I’ve written, these two met years ago in college and haven’t seen each other since they graduated. Both on a trip to Gambler’s Folly, they meet again for the first time at the hotel before their flight, and flames which had never kindled before burst into flames once they arrive at their destination.

Even thought Kari, Dam, and the rest of the crew in Speranza are quite certain these two are made for each other, they continue to deny anything beyond friendship until their shifter sides take over. And there is no denying Mother Nature when she puts her mind to something.

Wish me luck as I continue my edits on this story. And on the first draft of Unwilling Soulmates, those crazy kids who think they hate each other.

Happy National Author’s Day and welcome to November.

And as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

Yeah, I’m not a happy camper this week. About a week ago, I tripped in a parking lot and fractured my right patella. After an after noon in ER, they decided I just needed to wear a brace until I could see an orthopedic specialist. So a few days later, I got in to see the doctor,, who told me much the same thing. Keep a brace on when I’m up and walking around. Take pain killers as needed. See me in two weeks for more x-rays.

It’ll be about 8–10 weeks healing time.

In the meantime, it is taking me forever to get things done. My daily walks are not a thing until I can walk properly again. And sitting at my desk is somewhat less than comfortable. Go figure, right?

So I haven’t done much writing this past week, though I have been reading through the next book for Gambler’s Folly to mark it up for editing. I do this on my Kindle Fire, so I can read without sitting at my desk. I’ve found I can highlight areas I want to work with and then take the Fire in to my desk and go through it there.

Much easier on the knee that way.

So what will be the next book for Gambler’s Folly?

Old Flame, which will be Book 4.

What’s it about?

They met at university thirty years ago. Though they were friends, they never really dated each other. Since then, Kort has had two failed marriages and become a multibillionair, considered the most eligible bachelor on several worlds. Elizabeth married and has recently become widowed.

Her kids bought her a ticket to visit them out west, and then surprised her with a vacation package to Gambler’s Folly. At the hotel her first night, waiting to fly to the spaceport for the shuttle flight, she runs into her old friend from university, also going to Gambler’s Folly.

And then the fun begins.

Still in editing, this will be a little while yet before it’s ready to publish, but I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, how about an excerpt?

EXCERPT

It was only a short drive to the hotel from the spaceport. Word must have gone ahead that Kort would be in town, so as soon as he stepped out of the limo cameras were flashing.

When she stepped out of the limo, there were questions from all sides.

“No, Liz is an old friend I met before I got on the shuttle. Since we were both staying here at the Stella d’Oro, I offered her a lift. I may convince her to have dinner with me later, but that’s all. We’re simply friends from our university days.”

“Is Liz short for Elizabeth?” someone called.

“Yes,” he answered.

“What about it, Liz? Any designs on Mr. Behrens?” someone else asked.

Feeling in a mood, she answered, “Who says I’d have him?”

She had expected a laugh or two, but got stunned silence before the questions began again.

“Now, you’ve heard it from the lady in question. Like I said, we’re simply friends who met again recently after several years. We’re catching up on old times. Don’t imply anything else, please.”

When they’d finally made it in the door and out of sight of the reporters, Kort turned to her with a laugh and gave her a big hug.

“Who says I’d have him? That was brilliant, Liz. It’ll keep them going for days.”

“I have no idea why I said that. It just slipped out. Are we likely to have a following everywhere we go?” she asked.

“For a day or two, until they get the idea I’m telling the truth. Unless you change you mind and decide you’ll have me instead?”

“Don’t press your luck.”

Wish me luck with the knee, and I’ll try to keep you posted on what I’m up to down here in the Southeast.

And as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

I was just getting used to it being September, but then there was so much going on in September, I’m not a bit surprised. Between two weddings and a birthday, plus all the usual things going on around here, I felt like the Red Queen in Through the Looking-Glass last month.

So far,October has been a little slower, if a little more frustrating. Due to a fall in a parking lot, I’m now wearing this fashionable splint because of a fractured patella. I don’t think the break hurts as much as all the traumatized muscles and abrasions. Once I’m up for a little while, I do pretty well. But after I’ve been sitting down for a little while, all those muscles complain as loudly as they can at being asked to work again.

But what about writing, you ask. I’ve been working on Unwilling Soulmates, as far as writing, and we’re up to 91,000 words. All I have left to write is the wedding scene, which shouldn’t take too long. And then the first read-through before the editing begins.These two have been quite a challenge, and have very specific ideas about how this story should go, starting with one who didn’t like his name…

And now I have a question for you.

What would you like to see in my posts? Little snippets of my work in progress? Bits from already published works, aside from teh excerpts on the other page here? More about my writer’s life?

Drop me a comment and let me know what you think. I’ll probably be doing a little more writing while this knee and I sort out our differences.

In the meantime,

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

Autumn Is Here!

My favorite time of year. The summer heat is beginning to ease off and the winter chill hasn’t set in yet. Of course, that’s not so much a problem here in the Southeast. While it gets chilly here, and sometimes down in the teens in the deepest part of winter, there’s nothing sub-zero.

Growing up in farm country up North, autumn was harvest time. All the late fruits and vegetables were coming in and the walnuts were falling off the tree. And I dearly love black walnuts…

Yes, they are a pain to get out of the shells, and the husks are just as bad. So what we did was rake the fallen nuts into the driveway. As the heavy equipment ran them over, it tore the husks off the walnuts for us. Of course, we still had to get the shells off, but that’s why there are hammers and small anvils…

Dried apples were always one of my favorites, with thoughts of pies made later in the winter full of cinnamon. Of course, I love to eat apples any time and our family could go through a bushel of apples in a couple weeks.

And the scenery was beautiful, with the leaves turning bright fiery red and orange, with splashes of gold amongst the others. Of course, as kids, raking up a huge pile of leaves to dive into was always fun. I’m not sure our parents appreciated it, but we had a blast.

It was also time to unpack the sweaters for the cooler temperatures, and I love sweaters and knits of all kinds. So when the temperatures began to drop, I was ready to dig back into the closet for my winter clothes and find my favorite knits to wear.

We always went to the county fair, which came around in September where we lived. Dad always went through the cattle and stock barns. Mom wanted to look at the cooking and canning items on display. And of course my sister and I went for the snacks and rides. It was a once a year family thing we all enjoyed.

Some of this love of autumn comes out in my writing. In Esperance, you’ll find fall festival gathers, with all the excitement I loved at the fairs. I also write about spring gathers. Couples form during the gathers, old friendships are renewed, new friendships are born. Gathers are a special time of year to celebrate the abundance of the harvest.

Haven’t read the books from Esperance? They’re all available at Amazon and Smashwords, as well as most other major book sellers. Watch for the next book to be released later this year–Too Many Talents.

Too Many Talents continues the story of Viviane and Jareth, while bringing in the story of the new heir of Belfort–a little boy of ten and a half years old named Connell. He’s having some of the same troubles as his Aunt Viviane as he tries to develop the Talents he’ll need to become First Lord.And he’s not happy about the whole affair, especially when his old friends come to see him at the gather.

Anyway, check out the Esperance Series and watch for Too Many Talents.

Have a wonderful autumn.

And as always,

Don’t Forget…

...to Share the Romance…

September, September…

Can you believe it? September is here already, with all this month brings this year. So far, we have two weddings and a birthday in the family, along with all the other appointments and events taking place.

Whic his part of the reason I’ve been absent for a couple weeks.

Not to worry! I have done some writing on Unwilling Soulmates and I’ve been doing a read through of Lady Calloway so I can get started on the down and dirty process of editing the story. I’ll do my best to cut out the dross before handing it off to my editor, who will then do a slash and burn on it before we release it to the public.

Lady Calloway has been a long while in the writing. It has been one of those stories which was quite easy to start, but then I couldn’t quite figure out how to end the thing. There were too many possibilities to choose from. And I liked them all. But I finally got it sorted.

Now for the first read through of the entire book. We’ll see how it flows now that it is all written. Yes, there will be changes along the way. First drafts are notorious for being crap. Some worse than others. But that’s why there is editing, probably my least favorite part of writing.

Let me tell you a little about Lady Calloway.

First, I’m still trying to find the proper title for it. As the plot has turned and twisted, the working title has become inadequate.

In a world which isn’t quite the one we know, in a country which might have been England, Kerrick and Liora live in a town which just misses being Victorian London. In their version of the world, the church and state are two sides if the same coin. The secular laws are based entirely on the scriptures and the church has the final authority if there is a disagreement over interpretation of the law.

Kerrick and Liora have been married for three months, mostly unhappily. But it has taken three months for Kerrick–who is employed by the church–to find out the reason for their problem is based in a heretical belief Liora holds. As a church employee, it is his duty to report her to the church, but he loves her too much to subject her to the confessors. Instead, he plans a trip to a private seaside family home to reason with her and persuade her to accept the current teachings.

Who could have foreseen the events which unfold once they arrive?

This book will be a little while in the finishing, but stay in touch and you’ll be the first to know when it is released! This is a stand alone and will be under the pen name Sultonna Nadine.

Want to read more from Sultonna?

Go to Amazon and check out Master of the Fleet, a tale set in an alternate world of Northwestern America, where the United States is divided into kingdoms and magic is just a part of everyday life.

Want a snippet from Lady Calloway?

In a country that’s not quite England, and a town which just misses being Victorian Londre, Kerrick Calloway trudged wearily up the walkway to his home.

“Paradise preserve me,” Kerrick muttered, shaking his head and running his fingers through his sandy brown hair. Hadn’t today been aggravating enough already?  

His wife greeted him with a kiss which barely grazed his cheek, irritating him even more.

“What’s wrong?” Liora, his wife asked, her gray eyes stormy and troubled. “Why are you angry?”

Shrugging her shoulders under her thick auburn hair, she began to turn away, as she waited for his answer. His arm shot toward her, his hand grasping her jaw firmly as he turned her to face him.

“Why? I just want to know why I can’t have a proper kiss from my wife. After working all day, it would be nice to feel my wife cares for me, instead of thinking she simply tolerates me.”

Releasing her with disgust, he started toward his study.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Liora replied. “Of course, I care for you. Every day I meet you at the door with a kiss.”

“You call that a kiss?” he shouted, turning back towards his wife. “That’s the sort of kiss you’d give to a brother or father, not the kiss a husband expects from his wife.”

“What’s the difference? I greet you each and every day to show you I love you. Does the kiss matter so much?”

“Yes, it does” he shouted in anger. “A man expects a few niceties when he gets home, and a proper kiss from his wife is one of them.”

“Why are you going on so much about a kiss? You know I love you.”

“Do I?” Kerrick asked, exasperated. “How am I supposed to know that? Your kisses are sisterly at best, unless I press the issue. And in our bed, half the time I feel I’m committing rape. You agree to sleep with me, but show no passion. Can you even feel passion?”

Suddenly wanting to know if she could show anything at all, he pulled her to him roughly, one arm firmly around her waist, the other twined in her hair turning her face to his. He kissed her savagely at first, his mouth hard on hers, demanding, before his kiss became more sensual. At first she tried to struggle free, and then, for a brief moment, he felt the beginnings of awakening arousal, before she stiffened into her usual stance—endurance.

“Don’t, Kerrick,” she pleaded with him as he released her. “Please, never do that again. I can’t bear it.”

“Can’t bear what? The thought you might feel something for me? You didn’t have to accept my proposal of marriage.”

But this is only the beginning of their troubles.

Watch for Lady Calloway from Sultonna Nadine in the future. In the meantime, check out Master of the Fleet and the books in my two series: Gambler’s Folly and Esperance.

Have a wonderful month of September and watch for sales over at Smashwords this month!

And as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

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