I’ve been invited to participate in an ongoing Blog Chain called, The Next Big Thing. Here’s how it works: I post on my blog the answers to the questions (below), along with links to 5 other writers. This is a great way for you to meet a few of my writer friends!The interview questions:What is the title of your next book? My next book to be released December 31st, 2012 is entitled, The Nymph's Labyrinth.Where did the idea come from for this book? I am a trained archeologist and I have a love for learning about cultures and history. I think one of the most interesting legends is about Ariadne, the Minotaur and the Labyrinth. I used the legend as the basis for the book. I also added some real historical events to the story line (as in the eruption of the volcano in Thera).What genre does your book fall under? This is a paranormal romance novel.How long did it take to write the first draft? This book took less time than any other full length novel I've written to date. I think I was done with this book in a little under three months. I think my background in archeology made it easy to write as this book didn't take as much research as most of my other books.What actors would you use for a movie rendition of your book? When I wrote the book I used story boards. For the hero, Beau Morris, I used Bear Grylls as my character model.
I would also love to share the pics I used for Ariadne and Kaden (unfortunately I do not know these people's names).
What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? The Nymph's Labyrinth is about a nymph (Ariadne) who is tasked with keeping the secrets of her sisterhood out of the hands of an American archeologist (Beau) and his delinquent son (Kaden) while also protecting them from the curse of her kind that forbids her to love--Can she keep them safe without falling in love?Will it be self published or represented by an agency? This book (and the next two in the series) will be published by Crimson Romance, a division of Adams Media.What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? There are a few archeology based books out there (think Chris Karlsen) and there are a few that are centered around the minotaur (Stephanie Drey); however I think I bring to the table some amazing characters, a well-written story, and an unforgettable plotline that makes this book truly unique.What else about your book might pique the reader's interest? This book was initially intended to be the second book in my Veela Curse series (to take place after Curse of the Wolf). However, Ariadne (the main character of The Nymph's Labyrinth) simply did not want to be a Veela (Those darn characters certainly have a mind of their own!). Thus, the Nymph books were born. I'm currently well on my way to finishing the next nymph book which is tentatively entitled, Montana Mustangs. If you love The Nymph's Labyrinth, you will love Montana Mustangs. I also have the next book after Montana Mustangs under construction. Thanks to: The readers who have taken time to learn more about my next project! I also want to thank one of my dearest friends, Author Casey Dawes, for including me in this blog chain! Check her blog Stories About Love out by clicking here!My Chain of Author Friends:Chris Karlsen: Check out her website Here!Serena Zane: Check out her website Here!Rosanna Leo: Check out her blog Here!Sharon Kleve: Check out her blog Here!Elle Rush: Check out her website Here!Thank you for being part of my 'Chain Gang!'
The Allure of the Short Story by Natalie-Nicole Bates
Since the release of my short story, Antique Charming, I have been consistently asked the same question—Why did I opt to write it as a short story versus a full-length novel?
The answer is actually quite simple. From the start, Antique Charming was always intended to be a short story. It was meant to be six hours in the life of Lizzie Morton. A sensual, delicious little bite to leave the reader asking questions, especially, just who or perhaps better…what exactly is Adam Nichols?I am delighted that the story has sparked debate among its readers, even controversy. This was my intent. As a writer, it’s very easy to stick to a formula where all of the storylines are neatly tied up with pretty little bows by the end of the story. The curtain falls, all questions answered. But why is this an absolute necessity? Of course it brings a sense of closure for the reader. But why shouldn’t the reader be able to speculate her own conclusion to the story?So, just how did Antique Charming come to be, and from my perspective, exactly what is Adam Nichols?I am an avid collector of Victorian and Edwardian-era photographs. To me, there is much beauty in these black and white stills. Last spring, I found a photograph from an online seller that completely captivated me. The size of a postcard, but printed on a much thicker stock was the image of a funeral home (I come from a long line of folks in the funeral care business). Outside, a very handsome man stands proudly with his hands clasped in front of him, most likely one of the owners at the time. Although the photo is slightly faded, you can still clearly make out the reflection in the glass of a black funeral carriage tied with elaborate ribbons. The back of the photo reads in very elegant script, Week of Oct-11-1896.Although the photo was pricy, I splurged and bought it for myself.When I finally held it in my hands, I was in love. It was then that an idea occurred to me. What if a very lovely lady who is just starting out in the funeral business buys this particular funeral home, determined to restore it to its former glory. And what would happen if one night this woman was visited by the very handsome man in the photo who claims to still own the funeral home?To me, the idea seemed like a good one. He wasn’t a ghost or a vampire. The closest I could describe him is as a dybbuk. In Jewish folklore, the wandering soul of a dead person that enters the body of a living person and controls his or her behaviour. But even is dybbuk isn’t quite accurate.At the end of the day, it is you, the reader, who will decide just what Adam Nichols really is. I never expected so many readers to write and ask me for a full length novel. Perhaps at some future time I will speak with my publisher about turning it into a full novel. But for right now, my photographs are beginning to speak to me again and just maybe inspiring a few more paranormal spins. Antique Charming/Natalie-Nicole Bates
The night he came home…forever.Third-generation funeral director Lizzie Morton is about to have her dream realized. She has purchased the long abandoned Nichols Funeral Home and its upstairs flat, determined to restore the funeral home to its once former glory. But a late night visitor, Adam Nichols, claims the funeral home still belongs to his family. Lizzie scoffs at his odd behaviour and outlandish claims, but when a vintage photograph appears, she soon realizes, to her horror, that Adam Nichols did once own the funeral home—more than one hundred years ago—and now she has allowed this entity to pass into her home.Author Bio: Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author. Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia. She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.Visit Natalie online on Twitter , Facebook, or on her Website!
Life as a Mommy Writer by Guest Kara Leigh Miller
When I tell people I’m a stay-at-home mom to five kids I get all sorts of comments. “Lucky you.” “Wow. Five kids? How do you do it?” “Five kids? I hope you’ve figured out what causes that.” “Bless your heart.” “I wish I could stay home with my kids.” “You’re so lucky to have a husband to support you.”
Then I add that I’m also a writer and I get comments like: “I wish I could stay home all day and write.” “I’ve always wanted to write a novel.” “I suppose you’ve gotta do something to fill your time.”
And of course I get the normal questions, too. “What do you write?” “Have you gotten anything published?” “Why did you decide to become a writer?”
Okay, that last question always stops me cold. First of all, I didn’t decide to become a writer. I was destined to be a writer. Ida Tarbell, America’s first great woman journalist, has a branch on my family tree. My Aunt Betty and my mother are both writers. Writing is in my blood.
So, why do I write? Every writer has a different answer to this question. Some do it because they like to. Others because they feel they have to; that the voices in their heads won’t give them peace unless or until they write. And some do it in the hopes of achieving fame and wealth. I’d be lying if I said I don’t want to make money, but it’s not the reason I write.
I write to inspire.
Now I know how crazy it sounds that an erotic romance author wants to inspire. But it’s the truth. When I’m feeling down, or feeling like I’ll never finish a particularly difficult scene, or feeling that my writing just isn’t good enough, I’ll pick up a book. And by the time I’m finished, I’m always left feeling inspired. It doesn’t matter what genre the book was, I’m inspired because the author achieved something that is very difficult to do. They wrote a book, edited a book, got a book published, and got it into my hands. Any author will tell you that’s not an easy feat.
For any aspiring author out there, for anyone who has always had the dream of writing a book, but don’t think they can, I want them to close my book and feel like they can do it. I want to be somebody’s inspiration. That’s why I write.
Author Bio: Born and raised in the small town of Mexico, New York, Kara was an only child who was forced to find ways to entertain herself. Playing make believe with her Barbie dolls and stuffed animals was her first real taste of storytelling before she became old enough to develop a love affair with the written word.In early 2010, Kara picked up her very first erotic romance novel, and she was instantly hooked. She loves to write contemporary romance, erotica, and young adult romance. Currently she has several full-length novels in the works, a series of novellas, and a handful of short stories. Kara is an active member of the CNY Creative Writers Café and the CNY Romance Writers.Today, Kara resides in New Haven, New York with her husband, five kids, and three cats. When she's not reading or writing, she's thinking about reading and writing. And when she's not doing that, she's spending time with her family and friends.Please feel free to visit her on her Website, Facebook, Goodreads, or on her Amazon Author Page! Available Books:
Never Date a Cop (October 2012 – Books to Go Now)
Blurb: A woman in the late stages of labor screams down the hallway of the maternity ward at Oswego Hospital with her three ill-behaved children in tow. Nurse Kynlee Paige rushes to her aid and is saddled with the task of babysitting these monstrosities called children. She doesn’t get paid enough for this. And to make matters worse the man of her dreams-Cooper Grant-comes to claim the children. Perfect. The man Kynlee has fantasized about since high school is now married with four children. Could things get any worse? Cooper Grant can’t believe his eyes when he goes to pick up his nephews and comes face to face with Kynlee Paige-the woman he’s spent his life chasing. She disappeared on him right after prom and again after they’d spent one hot night together several years prior. He was going to make sure she didn’t get away from him this time. There’s only one problem though: Cooper is a cop and Kynlee has a strict rule to never date a cop. Can Cooper convince Kynlee to give him a chance or will she run again?Excerpt:
PROLOGUE
May 1996Junior PromKynlee glanced at the clock. Her excitement dwindled as she realized she had less than an hour left before prom was over and before she had to say goodbye to her date. She still couldn’t believe he’d asked her to the prom. Cooper Grant—star basketball player, top in their class, and one of the hottest guys in the entire school. But, soon, she’d have to say goodbye to him, the few friends she’d made, and the City of Oswego which she’d grown to love in the short time she’d been there. She cursed her father for taking a job with the FBI.“Why so serious?” Cooper asked as he sat beside her, the too-large papery tablecloth crinkling around his knees.Kynlee smiled. “Just can’t believe prom is almost over.”“I know,” he said with a smile that melted Kynlee’s heart. “Bryce is having a post-prom party. Wanna go?”“I’d love to, but I can’t. Curfew,” she said with an apologetic shrug. She still hadn’t told him that tomorrow morning she was boarding a Virginia-bound plane and that this would be the last time they’d see each other. What was the point? It wasn’t like she owed him any explanation. Prom would be their first and last date.“Dance with me?” He stood and held out his hand.Kynlee followed him to the dance floor and savored the feel of his arms around her as they swayed back and forth to the slow song. That night had been perfect. She couldn’t have imagined a better way to spend her last night in New York. Kynlee sheepishly looked up at Cooper—who stood a full foot taller than her—and saw the twinkle in his eye a moment before he pressed his mouth to hers. March 2000“Hey, sis, you coming?” her brother, Josh called from the car.“You go ahead. I’ll catch up later,” Kynlee said, staring at the hole in the ground they’d just put her father in. He’d died a week ago and it was the first time she’d shed any tears. She was just so damn angry at him. Angry that he’d joined the FBI, angry that he’d spent more time in the field the past two years than with her, angry that he’d let himself get shot. And her brother was going to join the NYPD. In honor of their father, he’d claimed. “Yeah, right,” she mumbled.“Kynlee?”She spun around in her chair and came face to face with those unmistakable baby blues. “Cooper?” She nearly gasped.“I saw the obituary in the paper. I wanted to pay my respects and, well…” He looked down. “I was hoping I’d get to see you again.”He wanted to see her again? Kynlee’s lips started to tremble and for the first time since her father’s death, she cried. Cooper hugged her and she buried her face in his neck. He stroked her hair and she cried harder.“Do you want me to give you a ride somewhere?” Cooper asked after a while.Kynlee wiped her eyes and nodded. “We’re staying at the Holiday Inn next to Dunkin’ Donuts,” she said. “But I don’t want to go back there.”“My parents are out of town.”“Okay.”
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Kynlee tip-toed around the room and gathered her clothes. She stopped at the bed and glanced down. A small red spot stained the sheets—proof that she’d given her innocence to Cooper the night before. She smiled. It’d been so much better than her friends in Virginia told her it would be. They’d all told her it would hurt; that she wouldn’t enjoy it until after she’d done it a few times, that it would be quick, and that she wouldn’t have an orgasm because the man would be too worried about himself. It had been nothing like that with Cooper. He’d been so gentle and attentive.“Bye, Cooper,” she whispered to his naked sleeping body before leaving the room. She got dressed in the hallway before digging out her cell phone and calling a cab. Her heart broke as she left his house and instructed the cabbie to take her to the airport. Tears coursed unbidden down her cheeks. For the second time in her life, she was forced to leave the one and only man she loved.Where you can get your copy:Books To Go Now | Amazon
Love by Number--The Aurora Island Resort Series #1
(September 2012, Cobblestone Press)
Blurb: Two years ago, Ashleigh Malone had her heart ripped out by her then boyfriend, Mark. He stole all of her money, left her in debt, and slept with her best friend. Thanks to him, she lost her house, her job, and her dreams of opening her own resort. He destroyed her ability to trust anyone--especially men. She did the only thing she could--she took a job as the manager of a growing, luxury, private island resort in Hawaii. Far away from Mark and the pain he caused, Ashleigh throws herself into her job and after two years she finally feels normal again. For her, life is good. Until she meets Ryan Blake. In a matter of days he manages to turn her world upside down. Ashleigh reminds herself that she has sworn off men and no matter how sexy Ryan is or how he lights her insides on fire, she can't get involved with him because he's her employee and the boss's son.As a forensic accountant for the FBI, Ryan Blake was unfortunate enough to be the one stuck going to the Aurora Island Resort to determine who'd been stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars. To anyone else, being assigned a job on a tropical island would be a dream come true. But this tropical island happens to be owned by Richard Blake--Ryan's father--who is convinced that the resort manager is the one stealing. Ryan vows to get the job done as quickly as possible so he can go home. Until he meets Ashleigh Malone--the woman his father thinks is stealing. She's smart, sexy, and cold as hell towards him. Ryan now had two missions: prove to his father that Ashleigh isn't stealing and get her into his bed. Hopefully forever.Excerpt:
Chapter One
Ashleigh MaloneWhat the hell had I been thinking? There was no way I could be both the manager and accountant for a growing luxury resort. Yet, every time I thought about handing over the finances to someone else, I broke out in a cold sweat. Mark had done a number on me financially, and after two years I still wasn’t over it.Unfortunately, it wasn’t my call anymore. The owner and my boss, Richard Blake, had decided to hire a professional accountant, and I’d all but begged him to let me hire Meghan MaCayan—my best friend from college who ran her own successful accounting firm. It hadn’t flown. I was told that it was a conflict of interest to have a friend working in the accounting department. I remembered laughing at him. Not my proudest moment, but the absurdity of his statement had shocked me. Letting a respectable accounting firm take over the finances was a conflict of interest, but allowing me—the resort manager—to handle the finances had been fine. I’d learned that the decision had been made yesterday. Richard had hired an accountant to take over, and they would send him to see me. I guess I had no choice but to deal with it.“Excuse me, Miss Malone? There’s a Mr. Blake here to see you. He claims he’s the new accountant,” my secretary, Claire, said from where she stood in the door.I rolled my eyes. “Send him in.” Richard wasn’t wasting any time, was he? I moved stacks of paper from one side of my desk to the other in a feeble attempt to make it appear neat and organized. It was more than just a nervous habit. I thrived on order and organization and schedules. I knew that and did nothing to quell it. In fact I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t noticed him walk in. But when I finally did notice…boy did I notice. I’ll be the first to admit that my social life leaves a lot to be desired, but I do like to read. A lot. Mostly romance, and even though I’d read about it hundreds of times, I still wasn’t prepared for my reaction to him. My jaw hung slack, and my throat went dry.He was tall, well over six feet, with brown, wavy hair that just barely grazed his broad shoulders, and he had naturally tanned skin. Black pin-striped Dolce and Gabbana slacks hugged his hips. A black silk tie hung down the front of his white button-up shirt that was pulled taut across his muscular chest. There was no denying the stir I felt south of my waist. He was a gorgeous man—a man who belonged in a place like this. And I knew that there was no way he could be the new accountant. Accountants didn’t look like that. Accountants were weak looking, geeky, and wore glasses. Didn’t they?Deep brown eyes stared at me intently as a self-assured smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. I hated smirking men. But what I hated even more was that he looked damn sexy doing it. Confidence, arrogance, and the hint of being a smooth operator oozed from his pores. He reminded me too much of Mark. I disliked him immediately.“Are you Ashleigh Malone?” he asked.I cleared my throat. “Yes, and you are?”“Ryan Blake,” he said, stepping farther into my office.I stood, and an involuntary grimace contorted my face as I shook his hand. An accountant with rough, calloused hands? I couldn’t help but wonder what he did in his free time to make his hands so rough. A shiver worked up my spine, and I pulled my hand from his. “Please, sit,” I said, nodding at the chair across from me as I sat.Once he sat, I studied him for a moment. Ryan Blake. And then it hit me. Richard Blake. Ryan Blake. I couldn’t believe Richard had hired his own damn son! “So, Mr. Blake, tell me a little about yourself.”He grinned. “What is this? An interview? I was assured that I had the job, Miss Malone.”I gritted my teeth. “Yes, I’m sure you were.” There was a sneer to my voice that I hadn’t intended. “And I’m sure you were told that I would be your direct supervisor.”He nodded.“I like to know who is working for me. Now if you don’t mind,” I said as I began to move papers around on my desk again.“Well,” he said, folding his hands in his lap. “I attended Harvard Business School where I received my doctorate in accounting and finance. Upon graduating, I worked for Congressman Bouchard and then took a position with the University of Hawaii.”“Why did you decide to leave the university and come here?” I met his gaze and noticed he was watching me shuffle papers. I stopped and folded my hands on top of my desk. He shouldn’t make me so nervous.“It was time for a change. I don’t like being cooped up in an office. I prefer to be outside. The Aurora Island Resort just seemed like a good fit,” Ryan said.“If you like the outdoors so much, why did you devote your life to a career that requires you to be cooped up inside?” I asked with a smile.“Because numbers don’t lie. They are simple and constant.”He had a point that I couldn’t argue. “As I’m sure you know we are very customer oriented, and even though you won’t have any direct contact with our guests, you are officially an employee and therefore eligible for a bungalow rental on the other side of the island. Shall I set you up with one?”“Is that where you stay?”His question caught me off guard, and I blinked several times. “Uh, yeah. Why?”“Then yes, I’d like one.”My heart rate accelerated, and I had no idea why. Sure, he was sexier than any man I’d seen in a long time, but so what? He wasn’t a piece of meat, and I wasn’t looking to get involved anyway. Besides, he was my employee. And the boss’ son.“You’ve been handling the books thus far, correct?”I nodded.“Then it looks like for the next few days we’ll be spending a lot of time together.”I stared at him. “Excuse me?” Why did the idea of spending time with him excite me so much?“You’ll have to bring me up to speed on the books and how things work around here,” he said.I sighed. “Right, of course.” I hoped my disappointment wasn’t too obvious. Then an idea struck me. It was something I knew I shouldn’t have said, but I just couldn’t stop myself. “It’s company policy that bungalows are for employee’s only. Spouses, children, and pets are not allowed.” Okay so that was an outright lie, but what were the chances he knew that?Ryan smiled at me. A full, wide, bright-toothed smile that touched his eyes, making them lighten a shade, and sparkle. It was breathtaking. “Good to know,” he said.I stood. “Shall I showyou to your bungalow or will you be making other arrangements?”When he stood, he towered over me. It should’ve been intimidating, but it was oddly comforting.“Lead the way.”“You first,” I said. He walked in front of me, and my gaze drifted to his ass. It was firm and very well showcased by his slacks. He’s my employee and the boss’ son. He’s my employee and the boss’ son. Those words would quickly become my mantra. Buy Links:Cobblestone Press | Amazon | All Romance eBooks