Romance Weekly – #LOVECHATWRITE

Love Write Chat

Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn’t you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all….. About our writing of course! Every week we’ll answer questions and after you’ve enjoyed the blog on this site we’ll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride!


If you’re joining me from A.S. Fenichel’s wonderful blog ( ), or just starting your journey here, welcome. By the way, her newest novel, Ascension, releases next week!! Pre-order your copy today!


Our three questions this week come from Vicki Mixon ( )

1.) Was there a defining moment in your life when you knew you were going to become a writer? If so, what was it?

I remember clearly after finishing The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, looking for and not being able to find any similar fantasy books available. (This was in the 1970’s, well before the Internet and Amazon). I was just starting to play Dungeons and Dragons and was looking for more fuel for my passionate fires. Not finding anything, I decided to write my own stories. Shortly thereafter Terry Brooks launched his Shanara series, followed by a whole host of new, D&D inspired fantasy fiction. But, I’d already started writing, and the stories kept coming.


2.) When you write a story do you see it unfold as one big picture, or do you add layering in subsequent drafts?


My stories usually start with a scene and a couple of characters. Most of the time it’s the opening scene, but not always. Mayn times I don’t even know where it’s going when I start out. I just launch into the story, following my characters around. I have added and deleted scenes in subsequent drafts, but rarely anything that significantly changed the original first-draft storyline. So, yes, the story unfolds as one big picture while writing my first draft.


3.) How many drafts do you usually write before you send your work to your editor?


I have a unique relationship with my editor, as she is also one of my critique partners, so she’s reading my stuff before I “send” it to her. With Hearts in Orbit: The Blarmling Dilemma, she told me she wanted the book before I’d even finished the first draft. I did finish the story and do three editing runs through it before I sent it to her.
To be honest, though, I do tend to go back and edit during the initial draft, and always do an additional edit run on whatever chapter I’m sending to her for critique. So it’s hard to tell how many times I’ve actually gone through a story, and some parts are run through more than others.


Well, there you have it. Let me know what you think in the comments below, then click through to see how Kim Handysides ( answered today’s questions.

Thursday Threads

This week we feature A Pretty Penny by Neva Brown:

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Wealthy, arrogant Clayton Brandt knows well the costs of a woman. Not until Penelope (Penny) Jones comes into his life does he know the value of a woman.

Anger at Clayton, her new boss, causes Penny to snap out of the lethargy she’s experienced after seeing her husband killed. She puts to use all her innate abilities, learned skills, and intuitiveness to cope with the overbearing Clayton and the women in his life. Penny, in time, knows she loves him, but will not become one of his women—not on his terms.

On her terms, they marry only to be parted by federal agents before they leave their wedding reception. The ensuing intrigue, danger, and antics of Clayton’s ex-wife play a part in Penny being in eminent peril. Even after their love survives all this, it is once again threatened by a letter from a vindictive woman who is dead. The letter devastates Clayton and crushes his hopes for happiness.

How Clayton and Penny find their happy-ever-after is a breath-holding adventure at times and a breathtaking love story at other times.


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Romance Weekly – #LOVECHATWRITE

Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn’t you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all….. About our writing of course! Every week we’ll answer questions and after you’ve enjoyed the blog on this site we’ll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride!


Cursed be the Wicked final If you’re joining me from Jo Richardson’s wonderful blog, or just starting your journey here, welcome.Into the Darkness

Our three questions this week come from JJ Devine.


1. You’re moving right along with a storyline and suddenly it takes an unexpected twist. Do you go with the flow and follow where the twist leads you or do you conform your story to your way?

Well in my case, every twist is unexpected. I let my characters lead me around by my nose. But they always have a better story to tell than the one in my head, so I just follow along. Occasionally though, they do need a bit of a nudge back toward the ending we’ve both agreed is where the story is going.


2. What time of year is your best time for writing? Winter, Summer, Fall, Spring?

Winter, without a doubt. I live in Wisconsin, and hate the cold. Winter gives me the best excuse to stay in, keep warm, and write.


3. When looking for a publisher do you chose a traditional press, indie route, or one that does both, ebook and print?

My publisher, Soul Mate Publishing, does both print and eBook versions of novels, but only eBook versions of their novellas, and the print version tends to lag the release of the eBook by 6-8 months. There’s nothing like holding your baby in your hands physically, and it’s still hard to sign an eBook at book signings, so I try to have print versions available of everything I write. I self publish my shorter works and create my own print versions. Even my new Short Story, reGenesis: Dark Awakening has a print version available, though I plan to use it primarily as a giveaway at book signing events for promotion.

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I’ve only had one story published that’s not available in print, a short story in the anthology Like A Coming Wave. The publisher said there was a possibility of a print edition, but it never happened. Regrets? I have a few.

Well, there you have it. Let me know what you think in the comments below, then click through to see how Fiona Riplee answered today’s questions.

It’s Live!

reGenesis: Dark Awakening is now available.

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You can get the Kindle eBook version here: for just 99¢.

The print version is also available from CreateSpace: and will soon be available from Amazon.

Both versions include a sneak peek at the first chapter of Son of Thunder.

Something New.

The feedback received after Tuesday’s flash fiction piece got me thinking. I had this similar story I’d written a couple of years ago. Should i do something with it?


So I pulled it out and dug in, updating and editing. I’m happy with the result and plan to release it soon as a stand alone short story.


Here’s the cover and blurb:

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After Heather Corbin died, her life took a real turn.

Reviving in a younger version of her body, Heather finds herself in a strange laboratory in the company of robots and a younger, sexier version of her husband Jim.

On top of that, she discovers she’s one hundred years in the future, and one of only a few living people on Earth. Does humanity even stand a chance?

reGenesis: Dark Awakening is a romantic short story set in a dark future world, featuring hot sex and romantic reawakenings. 18+



Will I do anything else with the reGenesis series?

Only time will tell. There’s certainly more to tell.

Thursday Threads

This week on Thursday Threads we feature C. D. Hersh and their wonderful series, The Turning Stone Chronicles:


TITLE: The Turning Stone Chronicles
GENRE: Paranormal Romance


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Three ancient Celtic families. A magical Bloodstone that enables the wearers to shape shift. A charge to use the stone’s power to benefit mankind, and a battle, that is going on even today, to control the world. Can the Secret Society of shape shifters called the Turning Stone Society heal itself and bring peace to our world?

Find out in The Series The Turning Stone Chronicles

Excerpt from book one of the chronicles titled “The Promised One” currently available in eBook and paperback on Amazon at:

I know it’s been years since you’ve heard from me, not since my brother’s murder, but Alexi’s time has come. I tried to shield her from the destiny, teaching her only the basics of the ring and waiting until she was an adult to start any training. I didn’t want to push her, but now she is developing skills I’ve not taught her. I need someone from the Council to come and assess her, and I can’t think of anyone I trust more than the man I fought beside in so many battles. After making such a mess of Sylvia, I don’t trust my judgment. I need an advocate on the Council and your advice. If you agree with my assessment, I want to present Alexi to the Council this coming Samhain. Please come as soon as possible…

The letter’s date and postmark indicated Baron had written the letter about two weeks prior to his death. Prickles crept over her arms. My time? Present me to the Council? Sylvia’s comment about the Promised One came back to her. Had Baron sent for Eli because of the great destiny he always insisted she had? Alexi closed the door and rested her forehead against the solid surface. Life was already too complicated. She didn’t need this.



Excerpt from book two of The Turning Stone Chronicles titled “Blood Brothers” coming this fall from Soul Mate Publishing.

The telephone jangling pulled Delaney Ramsey out of a deep sleep. Moving the digital clock on the nightstand closer to her, she squinted at the bright green numbers. Three a.m. She fumbled for the receiver.

“If you’re calling at this ungodly hour, someone better be dead,” she mumbled into the phone.

“Delaney, ’tis Eli McCraigen.”

Sitting up, she pulled the duvet cover with her. Why was the Keeper of the Stone calling her? “What’s wrong, Eli?”

“Dinna worry yerself. ’Tis good news.”

Slumping against the headboard, she yawned, the adrenalin draining away with his words. “If it’s such good news, why couldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“I need ye tae call a special meeting o’ the council before they get away from the city.”

“All fifteen?”

“Nay, only the senior council. I’ve a new Promised One tae present.”

“Why wasn’t he presented last night at Samhain?”

“He hadnae committed tae the cause, and he dinna have a ring until minutes before midnight.”

“This is highly irregular, Eli. I don’t know if I can get the council to agree.”

“Ye have tae. He’s a verra special man.”

“A Promised One who hasn’t even had his ring more than a few hours. That’s unheard of. How can you expect someone like that to pass even one proof test?”

“He’s already shown me two–and they’re not the paltry tests most Promised Ones have failed. He has the elusive, legendary powers, and he did them using the power of other shifters’ rings.”

She snapped awake. “Other shifters’ rings? Whose?”

“Mine, Alexi Jordan’s and Sylvia Jordan’s.”

Delaney switched the light on, knocking her reading glasses to the floor with the motion. Great. She’d just bought them. Leaning over the edge of the bed, she retrieved the glasses and put them on. “Sylvia Jordan Riley?”

“’Tis that what the she-witch is calling herself now?”

“Seems so. Her name has come across my desk in her official capacity with Homeland Security.”

“That’s the other thing I need from ye. Sylvia’s butting intae Rhys’ and Alexi’s jobs and personal lives. I’m pretty certain she knows what he is, too. I need reinforcements.”

In all the years she’d known Eli, he’d never asked for assistance. And he comes to me now. At the worst possible time. “I’m honored you’d think of me, but I can’t do more than call the council for you. Ask one of them to get your reinforcements.”

“Fine, the council can arrange that, but I need ye on a more personal mission.”

“I’m in the middle of something very important and time consuming. I can’t help.”

“Dinna ye know who’s asking ye, lassie?”

She knew all right. The most powerful man in the entire Turning Stone Society. She was crazy to even consider refusing him. Her position on the council rested on his say so. However, finding her daughter meant more to her than anything else. “Normally I’d be willing to die for you, Eli, but–”

“Let’s pray dying won’t be what we’ll be needing. But I could be putting ye in a verra dangerous position.”

That did it. No way could she help if it might cost her life. Not now. Not until she found Lila. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“I need ye, Delaney. Come tae University Hospital and see me. I’m in ER.”

“ER? Are you all right?”

“We had a little run-in with a panther.”



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Romance Weekly – #LOVECHATWRITE

Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn’t you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all….. About our writing of course! Every week we’ll answer questions and after you’ve enjoyed the blog on this site we’ll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride!


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If you’re joining me from Mishka Jenkins’ wonderful blog, or just starting your journey here, welcome.


This Week we have a writer’s flash fiction challenge courtesy of Jo Richardson.



The flash fiction challenge: Write 300 words based on this image:


This story grew in my mind after seeing the image, and I couldn’t not write it, though I find the questions it poses, a bit disturbing.


Jill & Nick

June 11, 2057

“Hi, I’m Nick. Remember? I came to see you yesterday?”

Why did he torture himself? He knew what her response would be.

“I’m not programmed to remember.”

It was a blessing she couldn’t remember all the men she’d been with. Still, he’d hoped she’d remember seeing him again. That he’d maybe tripped some circuit…

You fool. This isn’t Jill. Jill is dead.

Pleasureclone11367 was simply a soulless, vat-grown mass of flesh, blood and bone, that looked and sounded exactly like his late wife. Jill had confessed shortly after their marriage that she’d sold the tissue and cloning rights to her body to pay off her college debt.

This wasn’t even a person, just a pleasureclone. It wasn’t Jill.

“Would you like me to take my clothes off, John?”

Her voice, but she couldn’t even remember his name. All men were John to a pleasureclone.

“No. No, please, I just want to…”


It had taken Nick over a year to track down Pleasureclone11367. Yesterday he’d walked out frustrated after only minutes. But he knew this was something he needed to face. Somewhere, in that thing, was the last living part of Jill. Just cells, but still.

He moved closer. Longing, needing.

God, she even smells like Jill.

Would she…could he?

He took her in his arms, feeling again those familiar curves against his body. His mouth so close, his bottom lip dragged across hers.

“I’m sorry, John. I’m not programmed to kiss.”

He kissed her anyway. He kissed her hard, wishing, praying. But she didn’t kiss him back.

Fool. Jill is dead.

He let her go, turning away.


The shock of his kiss took Pleasurclone11367’s biological circuitry by surprise. Synapses fired in her cloned brain, causing severed neurons to reconnect…and she remembered.



Well, there you have it. Let me know what you think in the comments below, then click through to see what Brenda Margriet wrote.

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Romance Weekly – #LOVECHATWRITE

Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn’t you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all….. About our writing of course! Every week we’ll answer questions and after you’ve enjoyed the blog on this site we’ll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride!


If you’re joining me from A.S. Fenichel‘s wonderful blog, or just starting your journey here, welcome.


This week’s questions come from Beth Carter:




1. What’s your favorite aspect of novel writing? Dialogue? Setting? Conflict? Narration? Explain.

My favorite aspect of my writing is discovery. I love following my characters around and finding out what happened next. Especially in the beginning phase, where the plot hits roadblocks and I sometimes have to back up a bit and look at a different road. Inevitably, my characters know where we’re going, but I’m usually in the dark. (A lot like real life.)

2. How do you choose the setting for your plot? Are they always similar settings or does it vary? (i.e., small town, big city, castle, etc.)

My settings tend to be all over the place. I enjoy world building. As most of my settings are made up anyway, I just have to tap my imagination. In my latest novel (coming this winter from Soul Mate Publishing) I start on a starship, deep in space, spend time with a wondering futuristic circus, and travel to a ‘back-teched’ planet similar to medieval Earth.

3. I’m a big six-word memoir fan. (Hemingway even wrote one.) Describe your writing day using just six words.

Coffee, games, Internet, inspiration, write, interruption.


Well, those are my answers to this week’s questions. To continue your blog journey, check out what Sarah Hegger has to say at


Also check out Sarrah’s new release:

I’m Sorry Sunday?

This post was supposed to be on Thursday. I’ve spent the last two weeks moving into a new home and losing track of…well…everything. But better late than never:

Welcome to a very late Thursday Threads this week featuring Larynn Ford‘s new novel, Rescued:


Rescued – Paranormal Romance

Heat Level – Sizzling


Fiercely independent and determined to be taken seriously in a man’s world, PI Rose Baxter will do whatever it takes to find the kids who are disappearing from the streets and bring them home safe, even teaming up with PI Marty Brown, a man hot enough to burn whatever part of her gets too close – her fingers, her sheets, her life, and her other nature’s whiskers.
But her other nature knows whiskers grow back and will accept nothing less than this man as her mate for life, a plan Marty’s all in on. Sparks fly when she refuses to be the little woman. Besides, those kids need her and their time’s running out. But, thrown together 24/7 can she fight it?

Rose heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape stripping from its roll. Her hands, bound together behind her back and another piece loosely secured the bag around her neck. Her memory of stored scents identified Mabel and Stan even before they spoke.

“Take her to the lab. I’ll stash her car.” Mabel’s footsteps hurried away. As soon as the front door close behind Mabel, Rose stiffened her body and formed an impossible to move statue. Her arms flexed and ripped the tape to separate her hands. Stan grabbed for her to regain his grip. She spun around to deliver a kick toward the sound of his astonished breathing. He collided with the floor and skidded to a stop when he smacked into the cabinet doors. As he scrambled to right himself, the knives rattled in the butcher block on the kitchen counter.

She ripped the tape from around her neck and yanked the pillowcase off her head in time to see the man lunge toward her. She side stepped his attack.

Shouting rang out from the living room. “Let go of me!” One sniff confirmed Logan and June had entered through the front door. Mabel would cause no more trouble.

The kitchen windows vibrated. The backdoor burst into splinters as Marty stormed through. His roar rattled the dishes stacked in the drainer when he spotted Stan holding a knife on his mate. “Nooo!”

Before she could blink, Marty swung one arm and backhanded Stan, sending him crashing through the window and out onto the patio. The stunned man scrambled to his feet, hobbled around the side of the house to his SUV, and hightailed it out the driveway.

Marty gripped Rose gently by the shoulders and turned her to face him. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” His eyes were intense. “Rose, answer me?”

“I’m fine. Did they catch Stan? I heard a vehicle leave.” She turned to the living room where Mabel sat in a huff.

“Oscar just called. The SUV’s have left the park and headed west out of town. I’ve called the police to come and pick her up. I’m assuming you’ll be pressing charges for kidnapping?” Logan had handcuffed Mabel and planted her in a chair. June stood ready in case she tried to escape.

“I want a few minutes with her first.” Rose turned to Mabel. Her nostrils flared and the fire from her inner animal flashed in her eyes. No, as much as she’d like to, she wouldn’t inflict the bodily harm this woman so deserved for her part in this whole scheme. She’d like to body slam the bitch to the floor, but her daddy had taught her the self-control she needed to work this job and work it right.

Getting some answers now was her primary concern. She wanted answers. While she wouldn’t physically injure the woman, she wasn’t above scaring the crap out of her to get the information she needed.

Mabel sneered at her and rolled her eyes. “And just what do you intend to do with your few minutes? Do you think I’m afraid of a mousy little thing like you? Oh, help, the little mousy girl is going to scare me,” she humphed in a mocking tone.

“Oh hell,” Marty said. He adjusted the hat on his head, glanced Logan’s way with a y’all best look out expression, and stepped back out of the way to give Rose room to work.

“June bug. Move back, honey,” Logan said as her steered his wife to the corner by the door and positioned his body, brick wall style in front of her for her own safety, just like an alpha male. Everyone read Marty’s message loud and clear.

Mabel’s expression changed from glaring sarcasm to certain fear as she watched the woman she had labeled as little make her way slowly toward her.

Rose’s eyes narrowed and focused on the woman. Her hands flexed from tight, curled fists to stiff, extended fingers, and back again. Her nails lengthened, exposing her razor sharp claws as she stepped over to the mouthy woman. Her eyes never left her target.

She leaned down to bring herself nose to nose with the evil before her. “Where are you really taking these kids and what are you going to do with them?” She spoke in an even voice, accentuating every syllable.

An increasing layer of fear replaced the smug expression on Mable’s face. “You- you don’t scare me,” she stuttered. “I’m not telling you anything.” She attempted to bring her tough side back to the surface but was less than convincing.

Rose placed one petite hand on Mabel’s shoulder and pressed down. She held back to a mere vise-like grip. Not the bone crushing strength she was more than capable of using.

Mabel sucked in a pained breath and flinched back, drawing on her last bit of resolve. “We know you’re not normal. You’re some kind of freak with super blood. Don’t think we won’t come after you again.” She let out an injured cry from the pressure applied to her shoulder. “You’ll pay for this!”



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