Now available at Liquid Silver Books!
The blurb:
Walker Graham has spent years reforming his life and has built a good one. The only thing it lacks is having the woman he loves at his side. Grace Monroe is having none of that, however. She’s spent the years since her divorce distancing herself from emotional entanglement. She enjoys her affair with Walker, but she won’t let him get under her skin…
Until his past and her present collide.
When Grace, a private investigator, is hired to investigate the murder of a Birmingham crime boss the last thing she expects to find is Walker at the top of her suspect list. As the attempts on her life mount, she has no choice but to turn to Walker for help. But in the end can she trust him with her life and her heart?
Nationals is just around the corner. Most of us in the romance community know tensions are always high this time of year. I touched on that and what’s really important on Shades of Suspense last night, but I figured I’d address some of the rest of it here. Why not right?
As is normal for the last couple of years, it all basically seems to come down to the legitimacy of epublishing. Should epublishers get space at conference? Are epublished authors really published? What should PAN and publisher requirements be? I think at this point I’ve heard all the pro and con arguments. Each side makes some good, sometimes even reasonable, points. I would hope that we could hear each other out and come to an equitable compromise. So much for hope.
The thing I’m hearing that I find most frustrating though is the argument that only a very few people make money in epublishing. There are just so many things wrong with this. First, you’re gonna have to narrow that down a bit. Are we talking average per title? Breaking it down by word counts? Per word even? Or should we look at annual income including backlist? Are we talking good money and who decides what’s good money? That’s pretty subjective.
I actually named names (er numbers I mean) in a discussion yesterday. I thought long and hard before I did, and ultimately decided, ya know part of the problem here is no one ever talks about how much they make. I think there are a few reasons for that, probably mostly because we’re so conditioned as women not to talk about money. Then there are jealousy issues and the oh my gawd I’m so low on the totem poll side. That would be me lol. But really, without an open dialogue and some frank conversation how can we expect to counter this argument?
Of course I want a way to determine what ‘good money’ is to even enter the argument and none of us would agree on that. I don’t expect to get rich writing (which is good because that’s statistically unlikely). I’m pretty happy if I make enough to not go back to work, ya know? I think a lot of people probably feel the same. I’d call that ‘good’.
Claiming the Moon is now available at Cobblestone Press!
Hunter archivist, Ellen Monroe, is being stalked. Unable to determine who the threat is, her boss insists she move into Hunter headquarters until things are straightened out. Then he calls the last person—and the only person—Ellen wants to see.
Clint Osborn has his own reasons, dark and private, for not claiming Ellen, but when her life is endangered he can’t trust anyone else to her safety. Unfortunately, she’s not really safe from him either. Can he eliminate the threat against her before he’s forced to walk away from temptation? Or is it already too late for them both?
Stolen Earth is out today at Liquid Silver Books!
Britt Anderson is retired. Secretive and fiercely independent, she journeys to Delroi to spend time with her two oldest friends. She doesn’t expect to be dragged back into the spy business when she gets there. But the lure is impossible to fight for a not-so-reformed adrenalin junkie. Danger. Conspiracy. What’s not to love?
Unfortunately, there’s always a price and it presents itself as the darkly dangerous Barak Trace. She can’t deny the attraction, but has enough sense to steer clear of the possessive glint in his gaze. Until he somehow manages to merge his psychic abilities with hers. When he’s captured by rebel forces, she has no choice but to go after him. The question is will she be able to free herself once he’s rescued? And will she even want to?
I am a bad, bad blogger. As evidenced by the date on my last entry. I’d love to pretend that’s because I was writing like crazy so too busy. Um. Yeah. The year is getting a slow start for me, which is not good since it’s already May lol! Spent Jan and Feb in edit hell. I can call that productive at least. Since then I’ve written/submitted a short contemporary and a novella for the Lunar Mates series (yes, number 8!)
I’m going to spend the next few weeks fixing up a single title I wrote last year (commonly referred to as the demon book). I should have done this last year, but as most of y’all know last year kinda sucked. So I’m doing it now. The kids only have one full week of school left. I hope to get the bulk of this work done before that happy occurence. (Happy for them, not me lol.) Then I get to start submitting it. I hate that part.
In other news, I have release dates!! Stolen Earth will be out at Liquid Silver on May 25 and Claiming the Moon will be out at Cobblestone on June 5.
Now someone make me go work, okay?
Boyd Graham spent ten years in prison for defending the woman he didn’t dare love. The town bad boy, he didn’t need anything good in his life, especially when that good came in the form of a cop.
Lynn Jameson spent the years atoning for sin. One night of passion and its consequence was enough to teach her to distrust sentiment. As the new police chief dealing with a smuggling ring on the Florida Gulf Coast, the last thing she needs is Boyd showing up. Can they find a way to come together or will they be forever at odds?
It’s now available at Liquid Silver!
Dana was awesome and sent me a screen shot of the Fictionwise bestsellers a couple days ago. It’s very cool to see yourself on that list lol. 
So, I sent it to my mom. She called me this evening and the conversation started well….
Mom: You didn’t tell me you were famous!
Me: (laughing a bit) Cause I’m not really. I do okay in ebooks.
Mom: That’s great, but when are you going to write a real book?
*sigh* You can’t win. You can’t. She’s never gonna consider my stuff good Southern fiction and I’m never gonna convince her otherwise. The good thing is she has proof now she has to take at least a bit seriously.
So I’m sitting here soaking my son’s finger in saline. Why you ask? Cause yesterday he slammed his finger in the car door. We’re not talking a little scratch here. On no. When the boy injures himself, he does it all out. I’m talking peeled off skin and cracked nails. *sigh* I won’t catalog his previous list of injuries, but dayum, how do boys manage to do this crap? My girls never did. So we’re off to the doctor’s office in a few minutes. And wouldn’t you know it? I’m writing again. I’ve got 10 pages of shorthand I need to type into my WIP. Maybe I can get some of it done while we wait.
