RE Mullins talks Writing Romance

Hello all, Please join me in welcoming romance author, RE Mullins. She’s here today with an excerpt from her recent release, A VAMPIRE TO BE RECKONED WITH. But first, she’s going to tell us WHY she writes romance.

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Thank you, Charlotte, for allowing me to post on your blog today. (GLAD TO HAVE YOU!)

Before we get to me shamelessly plugging my new release, I’d like to get something off my chest. I write romances because I like to read them. Occasionally, however, I found myself in the position of defending my genre.

Yes, it has happened repeatedly. After admitting that I write romance/vampire/paranormal novels, it no longer surprises me to see a hint of censure in their eyes. It makes me feel as if I’ve suddenly disclosed something sordid about myself. Although most try to be polite, their expressions reveal their distaste as they ask the inevitable question. “Romance? Really?” (BEEN THERE, TOO)

It makes me wonder when vampire/romance became the most dismissed of the book genres.

Yet even those who know and love me have cornered me to demand, “Why do you waste your talents on fluffy romance books about vampires?” or “You’re too smart and talented to be writing what you do. I just know you’ve got the next ‘Great American Novel’ somewhere inside you.”

When faced with such condemnation, I get this mental image. One where I’m sitting in a crowded support-style meeting, surrounded by other romance authors. (SAVE ME A SEAT)

We open our session with the pledge which, I believe, our moderator’s, Wreck It Ralph-loving, daughter must have composed. “I write romance and that is good. It provides a service that’s not understood. Contemporary, Western, historical, paranormal, et al. Love is universal, it touches us all.”

When they get to me, I stand, and say, “Hello. My name is Robin and I write vampire romance.”

“Hello Robin,” the group solemnly intones as I sit back down.

“Robin, why don’t you share something with us?” The moderator smiles encouragingly as she motions for me to join her at the front. “Tell us why you write in the romance genre.”

This is unexpected and does not make me happy. Feeling trapped, I slowly rise and reluctantly move to the podium.

I hesitate, for a long drawn out minute, and then start by saying, “I write because…well, it’s a like a food craving. You know what I mean? There are stories bubbling around inside me, and I can’t stop until I get them out.” With that admission, I look up. I’m hopeful that I’ll see someone amongst the sea of faces that can relate. There are several nods of encouragement, and it helps me to continue in a stronger voice, “Sure I’ve had my share of hardships, and I’ve overcome a lot of them. I’ve dealt with being broke, body image problems, psycho co-workers, divorce, and being a single mother. But I don’t want to write about my life. I’ve lived my life. Instead, I want the fantasy.” I stop for a moment and try to gather my thoughts. “So what if I never receive critical acclaim for writing about falling in love or vampires or witches…I’m okay with that. All I want is for my books to give both me and the reader a fun-filled avenue of escape. I consider fluffy romance books like the weekly sitcoms. They give me, and hopefully the reader, the opportunity to temporarily forget reality and to be diverted from our daily woes.”

My heart feels lodged in my throat, and I swallow, “So I guess what I’m really trying to say is—I write what I like to read. I want to chuckle, be taken away like Calgon, and made to feel good. And if that happens for one of my readers? Then I’ve succeeded, I’ve achieved my goal, and I’m happy.”

So write on fellow romance writers. Write on.

So true, Robin. So many of my friends and family haven’t even read my books because its not their genre? Seriously?? I wrote a book and you can’t even bend yourself a little to read it. (And I do mean a little…all my books are novella length!)

For those of you that ARE interested in romance and vampires, read on for a blurb and an excerpt from A VAMPIRE TO BE RECKONED WITH…

Blurb:
Vampire Metta Blautsauger is known as the family airhead and she works hard to keep up the façade. It’s the perfect cover as she goes from dispensing her own brand of justice as a vigilante to an agent for Orcus, the Nosferatu shadow agency.
Captured, tortured, and left for dead, she is forced to leave both the agency and Lucas O’Cuinn, the mentor she’s grown to love.
For the last century she’s struggled with regret and boredom. Then her life is given new meaning when four mortal ministers ask her help in stopping a human trafficking ring. If Orcus discovers her unsanctioned involvement, they will brand her as a rogue. The penalty is death. It’s only a matter of time before Lucas arrives—stake in hand.
Lucas O’Cuinn has waited ninety-eight years for Metta’s return and he’s run out of patience. It’s time she remembers she belongs to him.

Excerpt:
It was him. After a hiatus of ninety-eight years and giving up hope, he now stood a few feet behind her, having apparently appeared out of nowhere. Her heart stalled, she wheezed from shock, and stared into a face she’d never thought to see again.
The wretched witch had been right and her blast from the past had arrived.
The sight of her old field master set off a myriad of emotions, brutally ripping through her defenses. She stumbled through the mental minefield and each misstep sent more explosions surging through her. Hell, she’d rather face Mateo Osvaldo and his entire Toltec army than her former Orcus Master, Lucas O’Cuinn.
One errant thought kept circling back through the jumble. Why couldn’t this meeting have happened when she wasn’t looking like a drowned rat—make that a frozen, drowned rat.
“Metta,” he said her name softly, almost caressingly.
She refused to acknowledge the split second of elation the sight of him gave her. Instead she took refuge in anger as it chased at the heels of joy, clinging to the bitter resentment the long years had taught her. Of course, where he was concerned such conflicted feelings were nothing new. Their relationship had been a constant push-pull series of emotional knots.
In his larger-than-life way, he’d been both her hero and enemy.
Damn him. What was he doing there?
“Lucas O’Cuinn,” any effort to sound tough was ruined by her chattering teeth. She hoped he didn’t see the wave of hurt, guilt, and fear crushing in on her with all the raw energy and destructive force of a collapsing dam.
His eyes flashed when she’d said his name, and the sound of it hung in the air between them. When he finally spoke, however, he sounded maddeningly calm—his nod so genial they might have been nothing more than chance acquaintances passing in the park.
“I go by Luke Quinn now.” He shrugged off her questioning look, “it’s simpler. More in keeping with the times.”
Run, her mind shouted when his gaze narrowed, his expression shifting into one that didn’t bode well for her. But it was too late to flee. The little bit of good sense she had left was extinguished by emotional flood waters, and the rampaging waves ruthlessly obliterated each coherent thought in its path.
Maybe that’s why she suddenly dropped her hands to her sides in a defeated manner. Pure instinct took over when he got within striking range, and she drove her fist into his gut, surprising them both. He grunted as air shot out of his lungs, doubling his body over as he tried to catch his breath.
Her natural predisposition rushed into play, insisting she take advantage of his forward momentum and bent over posture. Almost by rote, she thrust her shoulder into his chest, at the same time grabbing his extended arm. Her knees bent forward as she seamlessly rolled him up and off her hip.
Much like that first time, his feet left the ground, and he went flying.
Her self-congratulatory sneer slackened into shock when he landed on his feet…

This is the third installment in the Blautsaugers of Amber Heights series. It can be read as a standalone but starting from the beginning might increase your enjoyment.

BUY LINKS:
WILD ROSE PRESS
AMAZON
B&N Nook Book
KOBO

To keep up with the author on her blog and FB page.
https://www.facebook.com/REMullinsauthor
http://www.remullins.blogspot.ca/

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Sheeee’s baaaack….J.C. McKenzie

Hello everyone, I’m pleased to once again welcome back, J.C. McKenzie.
J.C. comes here today with the release of her new book, CARPE DEMON, book three in her CARUS SERIES.
And if you read to the end of my blog, you’ll see that she also brings with her a rafflecopter draw for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card.

Ever notice “Demon” in the word Pandemonium

Ever notice “Demon” in the word Pandemonium

Blurb:

As an ambassador with the Supernatural Regulatory Division, Andy McNeilly is responsible for acting as the Liaison for the Vancouver Vampire horde. The problem? She detests the Vampire Master, and the SRD can’t discover the beast she keeps locked inside.

After a menacing Demon throws an important Vampire event into chaos, Andy finds herself sniffing out crime scenes to identify and locate the mystery fiend from the nether realm. What she learns chills her bones.

Threatened by the Master Vampire to deal with the Demon, Andy’s complicated personal life doesn’t make things easier. She’s willing to risk her life and pride to keep loved ones safe. But how can she make a choice that will break one heart…and complete another?

CARPE DEMON follows the wonderfully entertaining SHIFT HAPPENS and BEAST COAST. And if the names alone don’t have you wanting to read J.C.’s books, here is an excerpt from CARPE DEMON:

The Demon’s grin widened. Standing a foot away from him with no room to maneuver and nothing to separate us, the serrated details of his shiny enamel glared at me.

My fingertips tingled as I started to shift.

Not fast enough.

The Demon lunged. His long nimble fingers closed around my neck as I shot my hands out, inside his arms, and dug my claws into his face. My elbows pushed against the insides of his arms. His hold should’ve weakened, but this Demon possessed uncanny strength. His frame stretched, growing to almost eight feet in height and giving his body an emaciated appearance. He pulled me close, his nose touching mine. I wrenched to the side, but my toes dangled above the floor.

“Bola sends his regards,” he said, his breath hitting my face.

My gums stung as fangs protruded and I hissed at him, ready to make the full change and get my fight on. I yanked on the mountain lion and spurred her into action.

“By all means, little nugget, shift into one of your animals.” He gnashed his sharp teeth together. “I love to rend the flesh of livestock, to mutilate the bodies of creatures, and to smash the bones of beasts.”

Want more?…
Buy links for CARPE DEMON:
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-carpedemon-1781134-140.html
Amazon: http://www.amzn.com/B00W2WFFZE
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/carpe-demon
Chapters: http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/carpe-demon/9781509201471-item.html
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/carpe-demon/id985742465
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/carpe-demon-1
Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=6221

Want more J.C.?….
Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

JC McKenzie

JC McKenzie

Contact Information:
Website: http://www.jcmckenzie.ca
Blog: http://www.jcmckenzie.blogspot.ca
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/j.c.mckenzie.author
Twitter Page: http://www.twitter.com/JC_McKenzie
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/JCMcKenzie
The Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/jcmckenzie
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/GX2Yj

And as promised, here is the link to J.C.’s rafflecopter draw RAFFLECOPTER DRAW

Three times lucky with J.C.McKenzie

Please join me in welcoming back – for the third time – the wonderful J.C.McKenzie.

JC McKenzie

JC McKenzie

J.C. is on an amazing journey with the release of her latest book BEAST COAST….her third release from The Wild Rose Press this year. She is a hot new author on the rise, and you can read more about her and her newest release here…

Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

Blurb:

Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

When Master Vampire Lucien Delgatto threatens her potential mate Wick’s life, Shape Shifter Andrea “Andy” McNeilly will employ a den of witches, a bedazzled thong, and her ability to shift into multiple animals to meet his demands. She plans to keep Wick safe—even if she’s not speaking to him. Lucien’s unwelcomed control over Wick’s life has thrown Andy into a whirlwind of emotions.

Though Wick vows to do whatever it takes to earn Andy’s forgiveness and win back her trust, it may be too late. This recent conflict awakens something within Andy, an animal she’s never learned to control. For hidden beneath all her forms is a beast whose anger and brutality rivals none.

And she’s pissed.

I have the great pleasure of being J.C.’s critique partner…but all bias aside, I love Andy and the wonderful (and sexy) gang of supporting characters that exist in the Carus world. Here is an excerpt from BEAST COAST:

Letting my falcon drift close to the surface, my eyesight sharpened. A dark figure moved in the brambles near the deer path ahead of me. About to step closer, something tugged at my senses.

Come to me, a voice echoed in my head. I froze.

An overwhelming urge to walk into the forest on my right consumed my body. I hadn’t felt anything like this since…

Since I was fourteen, and walked into the forest to meet three feras.

Sweat beaded on my brow and the bridge of my nose. I wiped it away, while fighting the compulsion to move.

Come to me, Carus.

Leaning forward, I tried to locate the animal. A branch snapped, and my attention darted to where the sound originated from. The forest hummed with the sound of summer insects. My heart beat loud and heavy in my chest.

Underbrush rustled. There!

A flash of orange.

Pop! A sharp sting, much like a rubber band on bare skin, radiated across my right butt cheek. I yipped and jumped three feet in the air.

Whirling around, I found Wick with an ear-to-ear grin and his paintball gun resting over one of his shoulders. If he had a leg propped up on a recently deceased moose, he’d look like a hunter from a photo.

“Tagged you,” his whiskey voice crooned.

You can purchase J.C.’s books at Wild Rose Press and Amazon, among others.
The Wild Rose Press / All Romance Ebooks / Amazon / BookStrand / Kobo

About the Author:
Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

Contact Information:
Website: http://www.jcmckenzie.ca
Blog: http://www.jcmckenzie.blogspot.ca
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/j.c.mckenzie.author
Twitter Page: http://www.twitter.com/JC_McKenzie
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/jcmckenzie
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/JCMcKenzie