February 18, 2015

Please Give a Warm Welcome to Kim Hotzon

Welcome to Cheryl’s place! I’m thrilled to have you here.
Thank you Cheryl, I'm happy to be on your blog today!

Please tell us a little about yourself. I was born in Vancouver, British Columbia, and have lived here most of my life. At an early age I developed a passion for writing. My interest in people has led me all over the globe, including a two year stay in Japan and a humanitarian trip to Rwanda.

I love to write romance stories with a twist, usually involving a dangerous and dramatic backdrop. My first novel, Hands Full of Ashes (published Jan. 14, 2015), was inspired by my trip to Africa.

I spent many years teaching young adults with learning disabilities at Kwantlen Polytechnic University and I am now focused on writing full-time. I recently became a member of the Canadian Authors Association. I currently reside in the sunny Okanagan with my husband and two children.

What is your favorite pastime, other than writing? While I love writing, spending time outdoors is also a big part of my life. I live in a naturally beautiful region, with lakes and mountains, so I spend a lot of time skiing, hiking, biking and kayaking.

Any advice for new writers just starting out? Join a writer's group - the support is incalculable! Have people read your writing, share it and edit it! Submit your work to writing contests, attend writing conferences, and begin drafting a polished query letter. It's a lot of work, but if you love to write, keep at it!

What genre or genres do you write? Though I published an earlier memoir on my life in Japan, my primary focus of writing is romantic suspense.

Amazon Buy Link: Hands Full of Ashes
Tell us about your latest release. Hands Full of Ashes was inspired by a journey I took to Rwanda in 2012. Although it is a work of fiction, the setting and the people I met there affected me deeply. I wanted to write a love story and shine a different light on Rwanda, a country known for the genocide. It has become so much more than that.

Please share an excerpt of your book!

Somewhere, in another world, a faraway place, it was snowy and beautiful. Shreds of her memory hung loose, a coil of wire unspooled. She was in an alpine forest. The Black Tusk was there, across the valley between the mountains. Her hands were cold and they held something, a bottle or a jar. Olivia saw tiny, silver flashes, lifting and flying above.

Her arms reached out, trying to grab them. Her gravity shifted, and she knew she was falling down, into the valley far below. Is that you Jan?  Where are you, Jack? Where are you going? Don't leave me here! The faces of the two men hovered above her, and she desperately reached out to both of them as she slipped over the edge.

What’s your current WIP? It is another love story, set in Europe, and is more of a historical/fantasy romance. It involves a ton of research, but I am enjoying the process.

And finally, where can we stalk you?  
Readers can follow me at:

My website: http://www.kimhotzon.com/ or follow me on:




February 3, 2015

Pleases Give A Warm Welcome to J.J. Devine

Welcome to Cheryl’s place! I’m thrilled to have you here.

Please tell us a little about yourself.

Thank you for having me here today, Cheryl!!! I’m thrilled to be here!!! My name is J.J. Devine. I’ve been married to my trucker husband for almost 30 years. We have three children, three grandchildren, an angel grandchild, three dogs, one cat, and two fish tanks. Yeah, we’re a gluten for punishment.

I started writing when our youngest son was a year old, only getting serious about my writing career about five years ago. I am president of an and coming new writing chapter, Crossroads Romance Writers, which I along with a group of authors founded. I belong to a wonderful weekly blog group, Romance Writers Weekly, in which we have changed up the blog hop idea and do a weekly blog hop, answering questions, writing flash fiction, you name it, it has probably been covered by this fantastic group.

I am published with Soul Mate Publishing and am currently working on a few projects that will be self-published this year.

What is your favorite pastime, other than writing?

Hands down, camping. Hubby and I love being in the outdoors. He loves fishing, I love sitting at the campsite pouring over my latest WIP sitting beside a low burning fire. I have often teased him about becoming a gypsy and living in our camper year round (in the cold months definitely somewhere warm).

Any advice for new writers just starting out?

Write. There is no other possible way to become an author besides making yourself sit down behind the keyboard and just start writing. Make writing a daily habit, set goals and work toward those goals. Don’t fret over whether or not you have what it takes, prove to yourself you do, by just doing it.

What genre or genres do you write?

I write historical and paranormal romance.

Tell us about your latest release.

Vampires and Witches: Are they mythical creatures or something that walks amongst us every day without our knowledge? 
To Raven, a twenty-five-year-old, extremely sheltered woman, they are nothing more than something to be read about in a book. To Dragon, an eight hundred-year-old vampire, they are a way of life.
Raven truly believes she is going mad. Erotic dreams fill her nights, causing her to question her sanity by the light of day. They lead her into a world she never knew existed and a heritage that can only be found in nightmares. 

Dragon wants nothing more than to own the mortal soul of the beautiful Raven, a woman who can make his ancient scars disappear, proof that she is far from mortal.
Together they seek out the dark heritage of her past. What they find is much more than either of them bargained for. A destiny lies at her doorstep, one that could bring her salvation and an eternity at his side. Or, it could seal her fate and rip her from his world forever.
Please share an excerpt of your book!
Raven awoke with a start. A single candle penetrated the darkness engulfing her. Her body began to tremble as she assessed her strange surroundings. She smelled Dragon; he was close. Her body hummed its need for him. What happened tonight? Where am I?
Tremors overtook her, remembering the events of the night. What had she become involved with? Vampires? Witches? And who were they trying to fool? Moreover, for what purpose?
Dragon’s heady scent filled her senses, drawing again her craving for blood. If she was the daughter of a vampire, as Tristan would have her believe, then why did she not have fangs?
The urgency of her desires, more apparent as the wetness between her legs dampened her skin, became an irritant. Damn him, even now she craved the pleasures Dragon stirred in her.
She tried to move from the bed, but Dragon’s strong arm wrapped about her waist, holding her in place. Well, that explains why I can smell him so strongly.
“You told me you wanted to spend the morning with me,” he grunted in her ear.
“That was before I knew you were a vampire.” Her angry words caused him to release her.
Rolling to his back, he slid an arm under his head. “I’m sorry, Raven. I should have told you.”
“There is a great deal you should have told me. Do you think for one moment I believe you or Tristan are these . . . these fictional creatures? Do you suppose for one moment I believe I am the daughter of not just one of these imaginary characters, but two as well?”
Dragon remained relaxed, his breathing even, his demeanor calm. His relaxed posture in her bed, as if her words held no more import than a vague breeze, infuriated her.
“Are you listening to me?” The demand in her tone was harsher than she had ever used.
He lit a lamp on the table beside him, illuminating his face. “Are you done ranting?”
“Ranting! You make fun of something that frightened me so gravely and you have the audacity to say I am ranting.”
Dragon’s hand came to her cheek. Instantly, need replaced anger. She wriggled to ease the yearning between her thighs. Her breasts felt swollen, aching for his touch.
Yet she resisted. “Stop it, Dragon. You know what affect you have on me.”
Dragon withdrew his hand, rising so the sheet fell, exposing his bare chest. Shifting away to fight off the tremendous urge to ravish him, she choked out, “I want answers. Now.”
“Raven, I have never lied to you, nor have I ever made sport of you. And I meant it when I told you I love you.”
“You’re saying that you and Tristan are vampires. And I thought I was the crazy one.” She turned away in disgust, even as she sensed the pain her words had caused him. She pressed a hand to her chest to ease the pressure she felt there.
When her eyes flickered back to him, a shocked gasp escaped at the sight awaiting her.
His mouth was open. And he had fangs. In his mouth.
Fangs.
“Touch them!” he demanded.
She recoiled.
“I said, touch them!” He grabbed her hand, forcing it to his open mouth. The sharp points of his fangs pricked her finger.
Raven ripped her hand from his grasp. “Stop, Dragon! You’re frightening me.”
“I smell your fear. Look deep inside yourself. Fear is not the only emotion that drives this craving for the taste of blood. Your lust for me is stronger.”
Shock overwhelmed her anew as she studied his eyes. She could read the stream of mixed emotion pooling in their deep, darkened depths. His voice sounded in her ears, yet his lips never moved.
“See, you do hear me. Can a mortal woman hear what a man says within his head?”
Dragon rose, naked, from the bed. Raven gritted her teeth against the glorious sight of him. Every muscle, chiseled to flawless perfection. The heat between her legs grew uncomfortable. Damn you for making me want you, even now.
Crossing the room to a small wooden table, he poured a drink into two glasses. It looked dark and smelled rich, inviting. Her mouth watered, a consuming sensation. He came back to stand beside the bed, shoving a glass at her.
She eyed it suspiciously. “What is it?”
“Proof.”
The scent of the liquid aroused her, but she held her ground. “What is it?”
“Drink it!” Dragon’s tone was dark and furious, his eyes glaring at her.
“And if I don’t?” She ripped the glass from his grasp and slammed it on the bedside table in a show of defiance.
Dragon gulped the contents of the glass in his hand, then yanked her from the bed. His mouth crashed down on hers, the drink still rich on his lips and tongue. Unable to control herself, she clung to him in desperation, devouring his mouth. The sweet taste of the liquid fueled a sudden fire within.
Dragon pushed her away. Her hands reached for the glass he had brought her and she drank down the warm, soothing liquid in one large draught. She didn’t care if he watched her, as her tongue licked at the remnants clinging to the corners of her mouth.
His anger seemed to rise with each drop she took in. Now he taunted, “I believe it is you who needs to answer my questions. Mortal women do not crave blood, my dark angel.”
Raven’s hand went to her mouth as her stomach lurched. Dragon grabbed the chamber pot as the contents of her stomach resurfaced.
“You bastard!” She cursed him, even as her taste for the liquid returned in much greater force than before.
“How much more proof do you need, Raven? Your hunger for blood is as deep as any vampire I know.”
What’s your current WIP?
I currently have many irons in the fire. I am working on an anthology with some of my writing chapter sister entitled, The Hope Chest, due out this June. I am also working on a story for a boxed set with some of the Romance Writer Weekly gang, due out this Fall. I’m also in the process of editing Destiny’s Price (the second in my Acceptance Series) as well as the second book in my Darkness Series, Darkness Bring Desire.

And finally, where can we stalk you?
Author Links:
Website:
Blog:
Facebook:
Twitter:
tsu:
google+:
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/J.J.-Devine/e/B009P8P3PU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1422394904&sr=8-1