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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Interview with Romantic Suspense Author, Sandra K. Marshall


Please welcome, Sandra K. Marshall, romantic suspense author, at Eirelander Publishing.

Thank you for inviting me to be interviewed on your blog, Romance Books 4 Us. It's a pleasure to be here, but before I forget there is a giveaway listed below.  Good luck everyone!

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BIO: Sandra has always been the adventurous type. To satisfy her adventurous spirit, she went to work for a major airline, so she could travel.  She spent thirty-six years working in the airline industry, and did extensive travel during that period. It was a lovely time in her life working for a wonderful company.  She started writing in 1988, and in 1999 she retired to write full time and worked seriously toward publication, but didn't get published until 2008. 

She's published with Eirelander Publishing, http://www.eirelanderpublishing.com and she's on a different type of journey.  It's a fun ride.  She believes in living life and not letting anyone deter you from doing it.

1. How did you celebrate publishing your first book?
I emailed everyone I knew, published the news on all the Yahoo sites I belonged to, called friends and family and hubby took me out to dinner. 

2. Your novel is being made into a TV series/movie. Who’s in your dream cast?
Jimmy Kimmel looks like the image of Mike Mercer, but Jimmy isn't an actor he's a comedian, and Mike Mercer is a serious guy.  Melanie could be a young Gwyneth Paltro.

3. What’s your writing schedule like? Do you strive for a certain amount of words each day?
I try, but it's impossible.  Some days I can't write anything because I'm needed elsewhere. 

4. What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
I have a blog, website and I do a lot of promoting on social media. 

5. How much of yourself is hidden in the characters in the book?
I think there's something of me in almost every character even Melanie, who has been a real pain in the butt for her mother. 

6. Of all your characters, who’s your favorite, and why?
This is really tough.  I like all the characters in my Riverboat Mysteries trilogy.  It might be the villain in Addiction because I made him so despicable.  It was really fun to write him.

7. If you could change something about your first book, what would it be?
My first book in the Riverboat Mysteries trilogy was The Catalyst.  I loved this book because I used my mother as a role model for the heroine, although my mother was stronger.  I listened to too many people about this story, and it was so over edited.  I think I would have made Carolyn stronger.

8. Do you eat comfort food/listen to music when writing?
Usually, I don't eat and I need absolute quiet when writing.

9. How do you choose names for your characters?
I wish I could say I was as creative as some authors are, but I use a baby book and the telephone book. 

10. Covers. Ever get one you wish you could change?
OMG, yes.  It was one I made.  Horrible!

11. Give one advice tip to an aspiring author.
Learn everything you can, ask questions about what other authors tell you if you don't understand and never quit.  I was very dumb, I listened, but I didn't understand half of what I was told.  I should've asked what people meant by what they told me.

12. If you could give a younger version of yourself advice, what would it be?
Nothing!  I lived my life the way I wanted to, and I loved every minute of it.  If I had started writing sooner as some authors say, I wouldn't have traveled as much, nor had the experiences I had. 

13. What genre would you like to try writing that you haven’t yet tried?
I wouldn't mind trying a political or espionage thriller, but I think it's beyond my scope. 

14. Have you ever used an incident from your real life into one of your books?
Yes, I have, but I'm not telling which ones. 

15. Any part of a book that drives you crazy as you write: beginning, middle, or end?
The beginning is usually easy because the idea for the story is fresh in my mind and the words flow.  After that it gets tougher because, although, you know where the story is suppose to go it's tough to write it on paper.

16. Out of your entire backlist, which book has the best opening line? What's the line?
The Catalyst - Where is the devil?  There are others, but this one is my first book.

17. How many stories are swirling around in your head? Do you keep a mental list, a computer file, or a spiral notebook filled with the ideas?
I'm constantly coming up with ideas.  I used to write them down and put them in my recipe box, but now I have a computer file. 

Fun Stuff:
1. What is your favorite holiday and why?

All holidays are wonderful, but one of my favorites is the 4th of July.  It's warm and there are carnivals with rides and all kinds of food.  Its fun and you can get outdoors.  lol I'm so ready for winter to go away. 
2. What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?

I spent nine months working at a riverboat casino doing research, I'll be seventy this year and I ride on the back of my seventy-eight year old husband's motor scooter.  Okay, that's three.  lol
3. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? 

I wanted to be a spy.  That is until I read some books about real spies.  The idea of having my eyelids removed, lashes plucked, finger and toenails being pulled from my hands and feet nixed that idea.  lol   Later, I wanted to be an architect, a lawyer and many other things. 
4. Favorite food.  Chinese (American style) and deluxe nuts. 

5. Favorite happy memory.  I loved going to grandma's house after church on Christmas Eve.  The Christmas tree was lit up in the picture window and it was beautiful. 
6. Favorite drink.  Margaritas

7. Hot summer days or chilly winter nights?  Both, if I'm not uncomfortable.  There are good things about both. 
8. What is the top thing on your bucket list?  There are always more things I want to do.  Everything!  Smile!

9. If you could have a super power, what would it be?  It would be great to use my mind to make people well, to have peace and to transport myself anywhere I wanted to go.

Blurb for The Deceived: 
The games they play can lead them to love or ruin.

Melanie Dubois detests her family’s casino business. The way this addiction destroys people has her on a tear of magnificent proportions. Then again, this young lady has been put through a train wreck of her own design. She distrusts everybody except for the people who are determined to use Melanie as a poster-child for zealots.
 Mike Mercer has spent nearly a year in a deep cover mission for the FBI. The one fly in the ointment of completing his objective to take down a group of dangerous anti-gambling zealots is a fiery-tempered, blonde-haired woman named Melanie DuBois. Worse than that, she’s got a passion brewing just beneath the surface that’s an even deadlier attraction.

 Fighting for your life is never easy when the odds are stacked against you.

Excerpt:
      Mike Mercer stood to the side watching Melanie Dubois talk to the news media. She was a piece of work, but he had to admit she had a hot body. He sighed crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against his dark blue sedan, trying to blend in with the crowd. He wasn’t here to seduce her; even though her feistiness appealed to him, making him wonder what kind of lover she’d be. He was here to get her away from these people.
     He would have to question her motives in front of the picketers and the media, so if she decided to go with The Opposition Group, Janet Batten and her followers, she wouldn’t be suspected of collusion with him. The confrontation might be fun, but more than likely he was going to get a tongue lashing. His lips curled up at the thought.

      Hopefully, his cover hadn’t been discovered. He didn’t need these fanatics knowing he was FBI. A sloppily dressed journalist glanced toward Mike. Here was his opening.

     Mike heaved himself away from the fender and strode into the center of the crowd. Once he reached Melanie, he grasped her shoulder, saying, "What the hell are you doing here? This is no place for you."

     Mel whirled around, jerking away from his touch. "Just who are you telling me what I can or can not do?"

     He grinned down at the spitting feline image of tawny blonde hair swirling around her face. "Well, it sure looks like someone should take control of you," he said. Pausing, his gaze roamed down her body, before he added, "But for your information I’m not telling you how to behave, I’m asking a question." What he needed was an excuse to get her away from this bunch, but there wasn’t one.   

     "What I’m doing here is none of your business."

     "What is your connection to Melanie Dubois?" the journalist asked, sticking the microphone in front of Mike’s face.

     "The only link between us is that I’m on the board of the Odyssey casino." He glanced at Melanie. "There’s no way your family would want you here."

     "Why would I care about someone who doesn't love me?"

     "I doubt that’s true." What made her think that? Surely, she didn’t believe all the crap her father told her about her mother having an affair and that she was the result of that fling. "Don’t you even want to know what’s happening with your sister?"

     "It’s all over the news, how can I miss it?"

     Janet moved up beside them, putting her arm protectively around the young girl. "Stop harassing her, or I’ll call the police."

     Melanie didn’t know everything that was going on because the FBI told the media only what they wanted them to know. What would the younger woman think if she knew the FBI had used her sister as bait to catch the serial killer terrorizing the area? Her hostility would be nothing compared to what it would be if she learned that detail.

     There was nothing he could do right now, Batten would use Melanie for her own ends until the older woman had no further use for her. He glanced behind him, noticing people closing in on him. Even though he saw Dan Travis, the light brown-haired ATF agent, there wouldn’t be any help there. He’d never break his cover either.

     Hell, he’d better get out of here.

     "You’re a big girl; you can make your own decisions." He gazed into large blue eyes filled with distrust and shaded by long black mascara covered lashes. It saddened him to see her wasting her womanhood on their cause because they weren’t after the same thing she was. She wanted to save people, and they wanted to destroy them. "‚I just hope you don’t regret those decisions later."

     With a nod at the journalist and one more glance at Melanie, he turned and leisurely walked toward his car. He kept an eye on the man with the scar. That guy was a bad ass, and he had a record as long as his arm to prove it. Al Slavery was the dangerous one in the bunch. The others were nothing but drones.
Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!

http://www.linkedin.com/pub/sandy-marshall/1a/851/a04
http://www.amazon.com/author/sandramarshall

Anything else you’d like to add?
The Deceived is the final book in the Riverboat Mysteries trilogy.  I started this series with The Catalyst; the intention was it would only be one book, but it multiplied.  Smile! 


Thank you for having me here today. 

 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Paris Brandon tells all...



On a dark and stormy night—oh, wait—someone has already used that opening. I could start by telling you that even as a child, I made up my own endings to books and movies that disappointed me. That was a long—long—long, time ago but I can’t really remember a time when I wasn’t making up stories. My first mini-epics were penned, or should I say, penciled with great love, if not with great care.

I’m still penning my stories, granted they are much racier and I pay more attention to story structure these days but there’s still one thing that rings true—I absolutely love what I do!

What’s your writing schedule like? Do you strive for a certain amount of words each day?
 I’ve learned that 1K is about my limit. On good days, I’ll double that input but 1K is my usual goal. If the ideas are flowing, I’ll continue after a break or work on a different story but I’m generally devoting about eight hours per day, if not more to my career.
What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
When I first started out, I drove myself crazy trying to figure out where to spend my promotional time and money. I couldn’t seem to find the right balance and it was some time before I realized that writing the next book and getting it out there promotes better than any advertisement I’d ever purchased.  
How much of yourself is hidden in your characters?
LOL—quite a bit! Most of my characters are concerned with social issues and several of my heroes and heroines reflect this trait. I think authors tend to identify emotionally with most of their main characters in some respect and it lends an authenticity to their actions.
Of all of your character’s, who’s your favorite and why?
That would have to be Bella Jacienski from HEAD OVER HEELS. Bella lives above her own quirky little thrift shop in the Crossroads art district in Kansas City. She’s fun-loving, passionate and genuinely cares about people. Plus, she doesn’t have to leave home to work. Oh wait, neither do I!  
Do you eat comfort food and/or listen to music when writing?
As much as I love coffee, while writing, I drink herbal tea to stay hydrated and have been known to nibble M & M’s when I need some energy. I usually listen to music that reminds me of the story that I’m writing. While writing ASSASSIN’S KISS, my action/adventure shape-shifter novel, I listened to LAST OF THE MOHICANS, almost non-stop.
Give one advice tip to an aspiring author.
Although the book won’t get written if you don’t sit your butt in the chair, don’t neglect the time you need to rejuvenate your body, mind and spirit. It took me a long time to learn that sometimes story problems worked themselves out if I was less stressed. Take time to lunch with friends, visit a museum or indulge in whatever passion sparks your creativity.
If you could give a younger version of yourself advice, what would it be?
I would definitely tell her to trust her instincts.
What genre would you like to try writing that you haven’t yet tried?
Don’t tempt me. I’d love to try writing a Steampunk romance. I have one in mind but it’s at the tail end of a very long project list right now.
Any part of the book that drives you crazy as you write: beginning, middle or end?
The middle is always the most difficult for me. Carefully weaving the threads of all of the story questions into an interesting conclusion can sometimes be daunting. Believe it or not; I sometimes write the ending before I finish the middle.
I knew both the beginning and ending of HEAD OVER HEELS; it was the middle that required the most work.


Blurb:

Bella Jacienski literally falls into sexy philanthropist Rhys Vincent’s arms while wearing her “magic” red stilettos, and wonders if the legend attached to the shoes is true. Has she found her heart’s desire—a passionate, lust-crazed lover who wants only her? Always and forever?

Rhys can’t keep his big hands off the curvy shopkeeper. Heated glances and sizzling touches turn into a hot office interlude and wild, break-the-bed sex that only makes him want her more. Bella is all the magic he needs.

Excerpt (R)
He situated the ladder and started climbing.
“I admire a man who’s willing to battle cobwebs and lace doilies to make me happy,” she said, watching him balance three full hatboxes and step back down. The muscles in his legs and ass clenched and her mouth watered. She was going to be a giant puddle before this was over. She hastily cleared the counter.
He set the boxes down between them. “Anymore balancing acts I should know about?”
She shook her head. “Not this week,” she said as he grabbed his coat and hat. She didn’t want him to go but if he didn’t there was a real threat that she’d start rationalizing a quickie, drag him into the storeroom and fuck his brains out among the clutter and cast-off furniture. There was a fainting couch but the upholstery was shot and the stuffing was marginal.
Oh damn. She’d been without sex way too long.
He turned the handle and the door popped open. “I know I locked this.”
She shrugged. “I have to use the deadbolt if I want to lock it securely.”
He frowned. “Were you afraid of being in here alone with me?”
“Not for the reason you might think,” she said, smiling because the thought worried him enough to ask. And he did look worried. “You’re almost too good to be true and I don’t want to screw it up.” He shut the door, deliberately and she cringed. “I open my mouth and—”
He crossed the shop in quick, deliberate strides closing the distance between them.
“Open your mouth, Bella,” he whispered, lowering his head. His soft command swept through her and brushed away any doubt that this was what they both wanted.
Even in the impossibly high stilettos she had to stand on tiptoe until he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her closer. His mouth was warm and sweet, restrained for the second it took her to accept him and then he claimed. His hands were everywhere, around her, caressing her.
She pressed against his erection, hot and ready. The upholstery on the fainting couch in the storeroom wasn’t that bad. She could throw a blanket over it. Or she could lead him upstairs to her delicate, wrought-iron bed. And they could make the bed shake and the windows rattle.
She drew back and took a deep breath. She wanted to reach down and touch all that pulsating energy wedged between them but he pulled away, his fingers trailing down her arms.
“Do you care about any of them enough to want them back?”
Still dazed by his kiss, she shook her head. “I didn’t care enough about any of them to consider how terrific make-up sex would be,” she said, still fixated on his mouth.
He looked stunned for a moment then shook his head. “Let’s not make that our first time,” he rasped, drawing her out of her trance. He pushed his arms into his jacket, put on his hat and slung his scarf around his neck. “I can’t believe there isn’t someone in your past smart enough to want you back,” he said, pinning her with a heated gaze that just missed being a glare.
He unceremoniously grabbed her for another lingering kiss, cradling her head in his big hands and taking her mouth as if he were staking his territory. And then he was gone.
She watched him cross the street between lights, still hungry for his touch, another kiss. Rhys Vincent had to be the most passionate man she’d ever met. Lust was definitely part of the equation—and he wanted her.

Thank you so much for dropping by and taking the time to get to know a little more about little old me. It's always nice to make new friends and say hello to those I only see online. Be sure and leave a comment and a contact email if you’d like a chance to win an XL Romance Books ‘4’ Us tee shirt. 

May 2014 bring you happiness!

Paris Brandon
Bend Over, Cowboy-5 Stars, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
Petting Kitty-Ellora’s Cave
Cross My Heart-NOR Top Pick
Head Over Heels-5 Hearts, The Romance Studio
Assassin’s Kiss-4 Stars Romantic Times Book Review
No Holds Barred-4 Stars JERR

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