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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Imagine Betty White with Pink Hair and Pelican Slippers

On April 7th, A Highlander's Passion releases. This is book two of my A Highlander's Beloved series.

You know what that means:
  • More kilted men
  • More bear-shifters
  • More surprises
  • More danger
  • More love and desire
  • More laughter
  • More of Effie 
I don't know why Effie has become one of the most popular characters in this series. She's in her mid-seventies, says what's on her mind, looks on every man as a sex object, is a survivor of Woodstock and has pink hair. Oh, and she wears pink pelican slippers--or baffies, as the Scottish call them. But I've had some readers write to tell me if I kill Effie off, they will never read anything I ever write again. Some have begged me not to let Effie get sick. To which I say, "Don't worry about Effie. She's got more power than I can handle." Just think of our beloved Betty White with pink hair.
Here's a short scene:
“Now, stop scowling. Your face will freeze like that.” Effie cupped Kenzie’s cheek with her cool hand. “You ought to be smiling. After all, you’re going to dinner with six-feet of hard muscle. My Morris, bless his heavy-hung manhood, was a muscular man too.”
Bloody hell, is she talking about her dead husband’s manly parts? His tadger?
Effie stood and extended her hand to clasp Kenzie’s. “I think if Bryce stood in front of you outside, his broad shoulders would block the sunlight. Oh, I wish I were young enough to get in his shadow just one time.” She puffed an exaggerated sigh and sashayed fer the door.
Kenzie rolled her eyes. Her new boss would take some getting used to. As fer Bryce and his hard body, she’d been rolling around in the grass with him a little over an hour ago. She ken fer herself how hard he was—everywhere.
“I do love Bryce’s aura. Earthy. Honest. Sensual…very sensual.” Effie tossed the words over her narrow shoulder before she and her bouquet of baby-powder floated into the hallway.
Huh. Aura, indeed.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

More of AJ Nuest's Fabulous Fantasies

Thursday, January 29th marks the release of
Book III in The Golden Key Legacy...

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The homecoming celebration held in honor of Princess Faedrah is fraught with perilous frustration. Her nightmares have returned thricefold and, to her horror, a horrendous blight has spread like a plague throughout the kingdom. Compounding her worries, Rhys’ arrival in her world has been welcomed with the exact horror-filled reaction she expected. Her beloved has been cast into the dungeons, and no amount of arguing with the king and queen will prove he’s her fated love.

Magical powers were supposed to be a gift, or so Rhys McEleod had always believed. Too bad the second he landed in Faedrah’s world the legacy he inherited slammed into his body like a weight. He’s got zero control and his constant visions of Faedrah fighting an evil entity aren’t helping. At least her parents made the right decision and stuck him away someplace safe. Until he can figure out his next move, prove himself an ally and uncover the clues to stopping Faedrah’s nightmares, he’s got no choice but to wait…and learn exactly what he’s become.

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A Furious Muse, Book I...
Since the day of her birth, Princess Faedrah Austiere has been defined by her place within the kingdom. As the single heir to the half-blood gypsy king and his prophesied white queen, she is fiercely protected, shuttered inside an ivory castle and well-trained in the art of war. Yet neither her obligations as future queen nor the black infestation threatening her kingdom fail to hinder the mysterious pull of the antique armoire hidden in her parents’ bedchamber. And stealing the golden key for a leap through time is the only way to confront the dark lord haunting her dreams.
One face. The image of one defiant, relentless woman has been stuck in Rhys McEleod’s head ever since he was old enough paint her luscious curves on the canvas. But the day she walks into his life off the street—sexier than hell and itching for a fight—he’s not convinced she’s the same women he’s envisioned since childhood. That is, not until he spots the golden key around her neck—an object he’d never fully shown in any of his paintings.

Now if he could just persuade his lovely muse he’s not the enemy. Unless the elusive Faedrah Austiere learns to trust him, he’ll never have her in his bed—the one place he’s convinced she belongs.
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The Sacrifice, Book II...
The second Faedrah Austiere walked into his life off the canvas, everything in Rhys McEleod’s world stopped making sense. Not only does her story sound like a Grimm’s fairy tale, evidently he’s been cast as the villain. If that isn’t enough, the mirror inside that old, beat up armoire at her uncle’s condo is supposedly a doorway to another world. Ever since the pathway opened, something inside him has seemed…off. If what his muse says is true, they are headed for an epic showdown, but he isn’t about to let her go. Nothing is more important than Faedrah’s protection, even if her parents refuse to accept him.

Though certain their fates are bound by more than the golden key Princess Faedrah wears around her neck, it is paramount Rhys’ true identity be kept secret. Should news of his bloodline ever reach her kingdom, their entire quest to save her people could be lost. Their only hope to prove his loyalty is to steal the map to the dark lord’s Crystal Crypt. Yet her a plan endangers her beloved more than the accusations he faces in her kingdom and, to escape evil’s grasp, she and Rhys must take a leap of faith beyond her wildest imagination. 

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Rhys had one job to do. One measly errand that shouldn’t have been a problem, given the nature of his powers. But when an old enemy reappears, detailing the result of his actions, Rhys is forced to make a choice between a future with Faedrah or dying before his time. Frustrated and out of options, he agrees to her suggestion they to leap forward in time to the future…even though a good chance exists his powers will be nothing but a memory in his world. Flying blind on a wing and a prayer, they prepare to fight for everything they love against a wizard of insurmountable power.

Faedrah does her best to gather their closest allies. The sides are squared in a war to control the future of both worlds. With the stakes so high, only one advantage has been cast in their favor. The sigil of utmost protection inherent in Rhys’ signature. If not enough to thwart the evil awaiting at the Austiere gates, she could find herself imprisoned in the future, while her kingdom and all those she has sworn to protect are lost to the mists of time.
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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Writing the Final Book of a Series by Vonnie Davis

As a typical practice, publishers like to contract books in series of three. Sometimes more, but three seems to be their "go to " number. I'm writing book three of "A Highlander's Beloved" series. Book one of my bear-shifter romance came out in September this year.

Hoping it would eventually end up as book one of a series, I made it easy on myself and put three brothers in the storyline. I also made up a character sheet I opened every time I worked on a book. I made four columns--character's full name and age; occupation; role in the story; and physical description. I didn't want the mother to have blue eyes in book one and brown eyes in book three. Or a twenty-eight year-old woman be twenty-five in the next story. After all, I'm the only one allowed to get younger. All point of view characters were written in red; the rest in black. You can imagine by book three, the list is quite long, but my characters are consistent. The groomsman in book one is not the gardener in book three. I even list people who are only mentioned, but are never "on stage" in the book.

Book two releases on April 7th and it's available for pre-order now. The hero and heroine have a past history. There's a lot of pain to overcome and a lot of trust to rebuild. Love can be scarred and dented.

A wounded heart can take a lot of time to heal. One minute you feel good about the other person and ten minutes later, old doubts resurface.

I've also worked hard to make sure each brother has a distinct personality. Creighton, the eldest, is overly protective of everyone and blusters a lot. Since his dad passed when Creighton was ten, he's taken to heart being the head man of the family. Bryce is the youngest and feels the deepest. His wife died in childbirth and he's the single dad raising and worrying over his daughter, Colleen. He's also struggled with letting go of his grief of losing his wife at such a young age. Then there's the middle son--Ronan.

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Ronan is more of a loner. He gets tired of being polite to guests at the family lodge and, every so often, he and his inner bear take off for a cabin he built higher in the rugged Highlands. He needs the solitude. He needs to treat his bear with the freedom to run, which is what his bear was doing when a woman parachuted from an aircraft and landed right on him. Here's a sneak peak--

A sound snagged his attention. A whooshing. His bear stopped and tilted his head, seeking the direction of the unfamiliar noise. At first, he suspected something…a tree, perhaps…had fallen across the stream, blocking the natural flow of water and creating the strange racket but, nay. This was different and growing louder.

He stood on his hind legs to get a better view.

“Oh shit! Oh holy shit! Ohhh blessed mother of Prada, holy effing shit!” A strange human shrieked.

He glanced skyward at a person plummeting toward him, tied to a billowing red parachute.


Nay, buddy, ye take care of the intruder. Roar yer furry arse off.

The bear roared and waved his upper legs in a threatening manner.

The trespasser yanked like crazy on the ropes as if they’d swerve him in a different direction. It didna matter. He crashed into the bear with a potent combination of weight and the force of his speed, his knees ramming the beast’s shoulders to the ground. Fer an instant, the wind was knocked out of the bear as both he and the person from the sky fought to push away the silky fabric. Fer a few fear-filled minutes, the two made eye contact and the dark-lashed person screamed so loudly, the bear glanced back over his head at the forest behind them for a quick retreat from the infernal racket.

The skinny human’s heart beat like a frightened rabbit. It had an odor of wild strawberries and arms that wouldna be still as the person fought to escape the bear’s hold. And its persistent high-pitched screeching made the animal’s ears ring.

Finally, the person stopped screaming and spoke, “A b-b-bear! I’ve landed on a wild and wicked bear! Christ, I’ve escaped the CIA only to become a bear’s dinner.” The person reached between them and unclicked the belt holding the parachute apparatus before slipping his arms free, tossing more of the red silk over the bear’s head, and rolling away from the parachute.

Ronan’s bear fought to work his way from under the soft batch of fabric and with one eye exposed, lay still to watch his advisory roll toward a tree and stand.

The human was a woman.

A frantic woman with arms that waved as she grumbled.

“A bear! A freakin’, smelly, hairy bear. Survival classes never taught me proper procedure for landing from a jump with my crotch under a bear’s chin. Damn incompetent instructors. Hell, they claimed they were preparing us for anything and everything we’d encounter.” She slipped off her backpack. “Calm down.” Both of her opened hands made a pushing down motion. “Calm down. I’ve read several survival guides. I know what to do. I can handle this. I can.

“Do not run from a bear. Make yourself a large target and yell to scare the bear away. Bears are easily frightened unless it’s mating season.

“Oh, wouldn’t it be just my freaking luck to fall on a horny bear? Oh, hell and shit.” She stood on her toes, her arms upstretched, and her hands poised like claws. “Roar! Growl! Snarl! Hiss! Run, you hairy bastard!” She bellowed like Colleen, Ronan’s niece, when she was throwing a tantrum.

Even with his bear at the forefront of their dual persona, Ronan rolled over and laughed. Laughed like he hadna in years. Me God, what a gutsy woman. Funny and plucky at the same time.
I'm going to have a hard time saying goodbye to these characters when I finish this book. My editor mentioned if I started gaining a following, there would be books 4,5 and 6. Dare I hope?

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Is Blogging Old Hat? by Vonnie Davis

When I started in this business 4 years ago, I attended a workshop about the importance of blogging. I was so na├»ve, I had no clue what a blog was, how to start one, how much would it cost me and who would ever read it? Cheap broad that I am, I googled free blogs and got Blogger and Word Press. As a newly contracted writer with The Wild Rose Press, I began to read other writers' blogs, paying attention to how they were set up and organized. I learned a lot. I fiddled and tweaked my blog until I got it looking just the way I wanted. And then the nasty rumors started...

Blogging is dying. It's old hat.

Well, that just can't be! I love blogging. I've met so many nice ladies while blogging. Say it ain't so!!! It's like working hard to learn all the rules of a game and then everyone changes the game they want to play. It's always been my sort of luck. With a deep sigh, I looked in the mirror. How many blogs was I visiting a day now that my writing career has picked up?

Initially, I visited from four to eight blogs a day and always left a comment. Now, I visit maybe one a day and some days don't have the time to leave a comment. Well now, I couldn't honestly complain when I was part of the problem, now, could I? My life was just too busy. For me, blogging was becoming old hat.

Some authors I know are abandoning their blogs. Some are saving them only for guests; to help other authors promote a release or announce a contract. I love Vintage Vonnie and can't see shutting it down. I might slow the rate of postings because of all the other social media I have to keep up with...might. Then again, I can be a stubborn old broad. I've been known to like old hats.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Character Interview with Jackson Kade, hero from Whatever It Takes

Folks, I have guests and it's been so long since I've had visitors, especially one who is so darn good looking. Author JM Stewart has brought along the hero from her book.
Thanks for having us today, Vonnie!
Oh my, aren't you the cutest thing. I mean, you're cute too Joanne, but he is drop dead gorgeous with a capital "G." Tell us a bit about yourself—name, age, job, role in the story… 

Hey y’all. My name is Jackson Kade. I’m thirty-two, and I’m the CEO of an advertising agency. My role in this story? *winks* The hero, of course.  

How did you meet Becca?

Lord. I met that little firecracker in downtown Seattle. I passed her on the street, heading to my car after work one evening. She got herself in a right pickle. Someone was attempting to mug her, and I thought I’d rescue her. Can you imagine? Turned out, she didn’t need my help. Pretty sure I fell in love with her that night.  

What do you like the most about Becca?

Big heart. Big blue eyes. And Lord is she strong. Isn’t afraid to put me in my place. 

What’s the sexiest thing Becca’s done?

*winks* A gentleman does not kiss and tell.

 Is there anything she does that annoys you?

Yes. She insists on calling me on all my faults. 

What would you say Becca likes most about you?
You mean besides my charm and my good looks? All right, all right. You want serious. Fine. My sense of humor.
What do you like most about her?

Her laugh. On a rotten day, that sound can right my world again, and I live to make her laugh just to hear it.  

What is the most embarrassing thing your author has done to you?

*sits back, folds his arms and frowns* Well, the cast certainly wasn’t the most flatterin’.

 Is there anything you’d change in the story?

*rubs the back of his neck, looks uncomfortable.* Well, the divorce certainly wasn’t fun, but I suppose that’s my own damn fault.

 Now let’s have a little bit of fun. Let’s do some favorites: 

Favorite car?

Has been totaled, damn it. My Mercedes. I loved that car. Sleek, black and gorgeous.  

Favorite scent?

Becca, fresh out of a shower, hands down. 

Favorite movie?

Have to admit I’m rather fond of those Disney movies Allie likes to watch. ’Cause I get to watch ’em with my girl. *winks*

Favorite dish?

A good pulled pork sandwich. One of the few good memories I have of my childhood. My mother didn’t cook. She was “above” doing what she considered menial chores. Hired help to do it and insisted on fancy-schmancy dishes. *rolls his eyes* Our cook, Ida Mae, would make barbequed pulled pork sandwiches for me and have them waiting when I came home from school. I miss Ida Mae. She died a few years back.

Anything else you’d like to share before we go?

*grins* Don’t mess with Becca. She packs of a helluva punch. I should know. I’m still sore from roughhousing with her. 

*Laughing* That she does, Jackson. Thanks for coming along to meet Vonnie today.

 Blurb for Whatever It Takes:

She’s been dying to hear the words…

Walking away from her husband was the hardest thing Becca Morgan has ever done, even if it was the only way to save her heart from being broken by a loveless marriage. Still, when a terrible accident forces her to stay at her ex’s house, emotions she thought she’d buried for Jackson Kade long ago start coming to the surface—and, to her surprise, seem to be reciprocated…

…he just doesn’t know how to say.
Jackson Kade has never known love like he knew with Becca, but his cold upbringing left him unable to show her how deeply he feels. When Becca winds up under his roof once more, he knows it’s his only opportunity to prove his devotion—and passion. But old habits die hard, and even one mistake could shatter their last chance at love…


“What are you afraid of, Jack?” She stiffened her spine and stood straighter. “That you might actually feel something?” 
As quickly as he’d shut her out, he pivoted and stalked across the deck toward her. She took a step back, but in a few long strides, he reached her, seized her waist, and dragged her against him. As her body hit his, a gasp escaped, but she could only stare at him, stunned. A war raged in the depths of his eyes. More emotion than she remembered seeing there in a long time. Desire, anger, pain, frustration, all fighting for supremacy. 
She braced her hands on his chest, to push him away, but his head dipped down, his lips brushing over hers, the barest of kisses. 
“Or else I may do something I’m pretty sure you’ll hate me for in the mornin’.” The low huskiness of his voice washed over her like a heated caress, sending shivers down her spine, and obliterating whatever defenses she’d manage to build against him. “The feel of your hands on me about drove me mad. Do you have any idea how aroused I am right now? I’m two seconds from picking you up and carrying you upstairs.”
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About the author:  JM writes passionate, heartfelt contemporary romance. She’s a wife, a mother, a spiritualist, and lover of puppies, and happily addicted to coffee and chocolate. She lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest with her husband and two sons. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily-ever-after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.

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