Showing posts with label TWRP Blog Tour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TWRP Blog Tour. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Wild Rose Press Valentine Blog Tour - Week 2 !!

Welcome to Week 2 of our tour! Be sure to visit all 11 bloggers to increase your chances at winning this week's prize :) I'll have all the links listed at the bottom of this post.

This time I'm thrilled to have Kat Duncan as my guest! She writes edge of your seat romantic suspense that you're sure to love.  Her latest release, 58 FACES is now available at http://thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=137&products_id=4366

Today we're talking about WHERE CREATIVE IDEAS COME FROM. So grab a cup of coffee and find out how Kat got her start on creativity.

Where Creative Ideas Come From
I'm a creation extremist. I like to take ordinary ideas and turn them on their heads. This all started back in my childhood at age 4 when one of my older brothers challenged me to jump off a picnic table bench. One fractured skull later, my life was changed forever. Nah, not really. I'm sure I was pretty cracked up before that, but it's a handy explanation to give out if I want to pretend I was normal once. Not to mention the bonus of life-long guilt I can heap on my brothers. Nobody remembers which of them it was, so I've made it a point to blame both of them.

I spent a day or so as a guest at the local town hospital. Absorbed in my own curiosity, I didn't really get the message that I should stay in bed all day. Or all night for that matter. I wasn't going to waste time playing sick, even if I did have a headache as big as the moon. The hospital had big rooms, 6 or 8 beds each with children and adults together, like an old-fashioned ward. No TVs in the rooms. Guess they hadn't thought of that yet. Good thing the place had nice long corridors to race down...and sluggish nurses.

I found loads of fascinating toys to play with. The unlocked handyman's storage was my playground within hours of arrival. And I met lots of interesting people. Lonely people. Stuck in bed with nothing to do but chat with a precocious little girl who could slip in and out of beds and rooms with the ease of a ninja. The chilly hospital gown was my glorious hero's cape slash dancing costume.

When the old doc finally cornered me, tracing linoleum tile patterns with a grease pencil, he promptly scooped me up under one arm and took me to his office to phone my parents. "Well, I think she's ready to go home," says he. "Don't you need to keep her under observation for at least a week?" my mom asks anxiously. My mom was a nurse, she knew the protocol. As I sat in the doc's lap pulling all the string off the grease pencil and leaving a lovely wax impression of a snake on his papers, the doc assured my mom, "She's going to make a complete recovery."

Ha. Adults are so transparent. The doc hands me the phone receiver and whispers, "Tell mommy that you miss her and really want to come home." I say, "Hi Mommy. This place is really fun. Can I stay, please?" My dad arrived within the hour to escort me home. He moved my bed downstairs into the living room so I could watch Santa Claus arrive. It would be Christmas in a few days. He tucked me in and as soon as he and mom were asleep in the next room, I plugged the Christmas tree lights back in and fell asleep under the tree. I'm a present, dreaming of being opened on Christmas day by some delighted child who wished for a friend for Christmas.

I'm pretty sure I could barely write my name at that point, but as far as I'm concerned became a writer then. Who else but a writer would take a potential tragedy and turn it into a life-altering character development scenario? If you've ever thought of becoming a writer, now is your chance to get started. I'm giving a year-long workshop for beginning authors. I'm going to walk you through the whole process from idea to premise to story. At the end of the year you'll have a completed submission-ready novel and a plan for getting it published.

Don't think writing is all it's cracked up to be? I can tell you from first-head experience...it is! What are you waiting for?
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58 Faces - Jewel of the Night Series Blurb:
Chief of surgery at a small children's hospital, Caroline's last hope to save it from financial ruin evaporates when she loses the Blue Diamond case to greedy Evan Quinn. When Evan buys the hospital property for high profit condo conversion, Caroline's hatred shifts into full red-alert.
But Evan is not her real enemy. Rolf, the hospital's chief administrator, has had his eye on the blue diamond since he learned of it from his Nazi grandfather. To be the 58th face to possess the Blue Diamond, one for each of its facets, grants the owner unlimited power. Rolf plans to kill the current owners and use the diamond to build his Neo-Nazi regime. Can Caroline give up her hatred and Evan his greed before Rolf kills them both?

58 Faces Excerpt:
"If I wasn’t sworn as a doctor, I’d pull this trigger.”
A flash lit the darkness. An ear-shattering echo reverberated in the concrete vault. Evan staggered. Caroline dropped the gun, and its over-sensitized trigger fired again. It spun like a top on the concrete. She rushed forward.
“Evan. Evan. Are you hurt? Where? I didn’t pull the trigger. It just went off in my hand.” She grabbed his shoulders, bracing him, scanning him for a wound.
He steadied himself and pushed her aside. “You missed.” He stared at the gun lying on the floor. He picked it up and hefted it, his brows pinched in thought. Pointing it away from her, he firmly grasped the weapon and gently tapped its side. It fired.
He turned on her, his mouth thinned into a grimace, his eyes squinting.
She put up her hands. “Evan, don’t…”
He tipped the gun toward the ceiling and, with a snap, removed the clip. He tossed the pieces in opposite directions. They spun and clattered on the concrete floor. In a few quick steps, he closed the distance between them. His broad hands engulfed her shoulders, infusing her shivering body with a surge of solid warmth.
“That gun was rigged by an expert. An expert who arranged for us to meet here. Then disappeared.”

Buy link for Fifty-eight Faces:

Social and Web links:

Thanks so much for being my guest today, Kat!
And remember, each comment gets you entered in our drawing:) Here's a list of the links:

Meet contemporary and paranormal romance author Jill James at http://amielouellen.wordpress.com/
Meet romantic suspense author Kat Duncan at http://authorjenniferjakes.blogspot.com/
 Meet contemporary YA an adult romance author Linda
Kage at http://www.ajbooks.blogspot.com/
Meet paranormal, and historical romance author Caroline Clemmons at http://lynneroberts.blogspot.com/
Meet historical and paranormal romance writer Lilly Gayle at http://maevegreyson.blogspot.com/
Meet Amie Louellen, author of fun and whimsical contemporary romance at http://amycorwin.blogspot.com
Meet erotic western historical author Jennifer Jakes at www.jilljameswrites.com
Meet paranormal romance author Maeve Greyson at http://carolineclemmons.blogspot.com

Sunday, February 6, 2011

TWRP Blog Tour Winner - Week 1.........

MARCI JEFFERSON!
 Congrats, Marci!

Marci, was picked from Maeve Grayson's blog. The other 10 entrants ( one chosen from each blog) Chantale Williams, Maria Yerton, Stephanie Suesan Smith, Ruby CRNA, Barb H, Emma Lai X 2 ( proof commenting on more than 1 blog increases your chances!), Jordan Rose, Clancy and Stephanie Faris will all be entered into the GRAND PRIZE drawing to be held at the end of the tour!

Join us this week starting Wednesday, Feb 9th. This prize this week is worth $25 and will increase in value each week:)

See you soon!