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Interview With Anne Ashby, Author of The CEO Gets Her Man

8 Apr

Contemporary romance, sweet romance, traditional romance, clean romance, New Zealand I’m delighted to welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author Anne Ashby here today. Don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance to win in Anne’s giveaway!

Hi, Anne. Tell us a little about your new release, The CEO Gets Her Man:

“CEO” is the result of my sister querying why I’d never written a story set in Southland (my childhood home). It took some time to come up with an idea, and then a huge handful of poetic license was required as a 5 star resort in the area I describe is as unlikely as seeing an iceberg survive at the equator. But hey, I’m a fiction writer. I don’t have to deal with facts. I love reading stories that are just a little different from the norm. The rich, alpha male businessman heroes get done to death – whoops, forgive the clique – so I twisted this story around. It is the heroine who is the rich, powerful businessperson.

Blurb:

Ensuring her company’s success is Debra Laurie’s life. But when she goes undercover to investigate a failing hotel in southern New Zealand, she finds her confidence crumbling. Masquerading as a waitress is a disaster—especially when the hotel’s assistant manager is a former rugby star she once had a crush on.

Jase McEwan is struggling to keep the hotel afloat. An unpredictable manager, ridiculous demands from the head office, and employee unrest are problems enough. Now a haughty new waitress is causing mayhem in the restaurant—and in his heart.

Determined to be impartial, Debra sets out to discover if Jase is responsible for the hotel’s drastic situation. But the more she investigates, the more she likes his work—and the more their attraction sizzles. Before long, Jase has turned Debra’s world upside-down. But what happens when he learns the new waitress is really his CEO?

What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?

My first story “Worlds Apart” had a secondary character called Justin Titirangi. The explanation of exactly who he was etc got cut from Worlds Apart and left some readers wondering about him. I had always intended to tell his story, but it has taken me this long. With a working title of “Justin’s Story” this ‘action’ will take place in a time alongside Worlds Apart, with intermingled meetings with Raven and Greg. I’m about a third through the story and hope to have it ready for editing within the next 6 weeks.

I have been involved for some months with a “how to grow your business” course and subsequent preparation of work for public speaking engagements and writing workshops so will have a gap between releases. After the release of “CEO” this month, I have no new books in the pipeline until I can submit “Justin’s Story” -  and then, of course, comes the wait with fingers crossed for its acceptance (or otherwise).

What are your writing goals for this year?

After six months away from writing anything new, this year’s goal is simple – to write! I’m hoping I can get at least two manuscripts submitted, and hopefully accepted. I realise how important it is to supply readers with new stories and my ideal will be to release about four stories each year. But four stories will have to be next year’s goal.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

I love coming up with names for my characters. If a person is lucky they get to choose maybe half a dozen names in their lives (for children, pets etc). A writer can bring a hundred beautiful names to life.

Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or…?

In most facets of my life I think I could call myself a planner, however with my stories, I fail dismally at any form of planning. I initially come up with some characters, sit at the computer and let them do whatever they want. Because I write contemporaries and set my stories either in New Zealand or other places I know very well, I don’t need a lot of research. What little I do need, I do as I’m writing.

What is the best thing about being an author?

Living in a fantasy world where you’re almost always in control. Or as much as your characters allow you to be. I also like the solitude and the quiet of this job. And I love that my husband always assumes I’ve had a great writing day if the housework hasn’t been done.

Do you have a favorite time of day for writing?

Not really. I’m quite disciplined – I guess that stems from my time in the Navy – I had four children so I got used to whizzing around doing the bare necessities of housework the second they were off to school, then I worked on my writing until about an hour before they were due home – enough time to prepare an evening meal. Years later I find myself still sticking to a reasonably similar schedule. Now, although my kids are grown, I still work “school hours”, with very little writing done in the evenings, weekends or school holidays.

Do you have a favorite hero and/or heroine in your books and why?

I think Kelsey from “Time to Bury the Past” would be my favourite heroine. She had so much baggage from her abusive past, but it had turned her into such a strong and determined woman. Then to see how she struggled to help her son with his drinking problem, sometimes I wanted to cry. As well, she had a wonderful, loyal companion. It brought back so many poignant memories to include my German Shepherd, King, in a story.

What can I say about my heroes? I could never choose between them, I love them all.

Where is your favorite place in the world?

Other than New Zealand? Other than Southland where I grew up? They have to top the bill. But I don’t think there is a country or place I’ve visited that I haven’t enjoyed. And so many I hope to visit again. What makes a place special? I believe it’s what you associate with it. Do I love the town of Rocky Mount in North Carolina or is it just that I love the people in three families who live there? I love Ellicott City MD for all the wonderful memories. I love Bali because we had the most amazing holiday there. Florence for the culture, Turkey for the history, France for the joy it brought my son while he studied there, Scotland for my roots. I could go on and on. But if I had to name a place other than New Zealand as my all time favourite, it would be the Shetland Islands, off the coast of Scotland. Part of my family originated from here generations ago, and I feel a real sense of belonging when I’m there.

What do you like to read?

I find I don’t read half as much as I’d like to anymore, but I have a very narrow reading range. I like sweet contemporary romance. Any surprise that’s what I write?

Do you listen to music while you write? What are you listening to now?

I like silence. I never listen to anything while writing. If my son is home I have as many doors shut between me and his (gospel) music as I can. I once read how instrumental (classical) music can be inspirational and gave it a try but I found it was very distracting.

Who first introduced you to the love of reading?

We couldn’t afford a TV when we were kids and now I realise how lucky we were (although at the time I was sure I was the most deprived kid on earth) – My mother is a born story-teller and loves to read. My childhood memories include our evenings of sitting around the fireplace listening to her tell or read stories until we were old enough to read our own. At 98 she is still a voracious reader. I definitely owe my love of books to her.

Excerpt:

Jase had been surprised at the improvement in the new waitress’s service when he was in the dining room earlier chatting to guests. He dismissed his earlier concern about her employment. However now she caught his eye again. Not because she’s doing anything wrong.

Jase swallowed. His attention had little to do with anything except hormones. She was so very attractive. And the dark uniform, possibly a little on the tight side, accentuated her curves very nicely thank you. He didn’t even try to look away when she glanced in his direction and their gazes locked. Time ceased as his pulse rate quickened.

Her smirk as she hoisted a tray of wine flutes up to her shoulder irritated him. Clearly she found his regard amusing. His lips tightened.

He kept his narrowed gaze on her as, after what seemed like an intense but short conversation with George’s head waitress, she headed across the floor toward Karin Laurie’s table.

Within a couple of paces Jase detected movement on Debra’s tray. A faint wobble that experience had taught him would soon increase and cause a debacle. The breath caught in Jase’s throat. Disaster loomed.

Well before his sprinting legs could take him anywhere near close enough to prevent the shambles, as if in slow motion, the tray tipped first one way and then the other. The flutes took on lives of their own and acting like lemmings they fell to their death on and around the table of the hotel’s owner.

Karin Laurie’s guests both leapt to avoid the cascade of red wine and orange juice but she stayed remarkably still after an initial shocked jolt. Sliding to a stop beside her, Jase was horrified to see her clutching her leg, red of an alarmingly different hue from the wine slowly oozed between her fingers.

Snatching a white handkerchief from his top pocket he knelt beside her, uncertain whether he should touch the woman. With a wry grimace she took the offered cloth and placed it against a cut close to her ankle.

Jase shot a murderous glare at the reason for the sudden silence throughout the restaurant. Now the centre of attention, the waitress stood stock still, her eyes and mouth open in dismay.

“Get this cleaned up,” he snapped.

“The tray…” her eyes were on their guests. “I–I–“

“Get!”

Thank God a competent waitress appeared next to Debra and whispered something in her ear which sent the klutz tearing off toward the kitchen.

“I’ll have reception summon a doctor, Mrs. Laurie. I can’t apologise–“

“Don’t be silly, dear boy.” She dabbed the cut and peered down at it. “It’s only a scratch.”

George supervised the clearing away of the debris while Jase escorted the group to a nearby table. The return of the culprit with a container for the broken glass drew his glare again.

Her guilty glance in his direction slid away as soon as their gazes touched. As he continued to placate the guests, furious whispering hummed between the maitre d’ and his waitresses.

Karin touched his arm. “Jason, stop glaring daggers at that poor girl. It was an accident. Relax.”

Jase threw his head back. Relax? When one of his staff had just doused guests with an interesting mix of red wine and orange juice? The colours were blended on the white top of Joyce Harper, and all over Karin Laurie’s expensive cream skirt. Not to mention the possibility the glass could have slit an artery instead of making a slight nick on her ankle.

“Is she new? I haven’t noticed her before?”

“Yes,” he muttered. “And likely to be very short-term, I suspect.”

“It was an accident, Jason. Don’t harangue the poor girl. It could happen to anyone.”

Not in my hotel. His expression must have conveyed his continuing anger at the laxness of his employee.

“Look at it like this, Jason.” He couldn’t believe her eyes actually twinkled. Sitting there with liquid sprinkled all over her lovely clothes and blood oozing from her leg, her eyes sparkled with merriment. “If anyone had to have a tray of drinks upended over top of them, isn’t it fortunate it was me?”

Some of Jase’s ire trickled away. If she can look on this mess with humour…    

Debra’s stilted apology when she approached the table some moments later resurrected Jase’s annoyance. While her words of apology were acceptable, her tone and body language could only be interpreted as haughty.

Thankfully, Mrs. Laurie didn’t appear perturbed by the assertive nature of their newest waitress. She sent the girl away with a kind smile.

After assuring himself that Mrs. Laurie and her guests were comfortable, Jase picked up the first aid kit he’d had delivered and employed, and marched toward the kitchen. Where is that Debbie?

He sighted her, apparently helping the pastry chef. Good! George has sent her where she can do less harm. Her body stiffened as if she sensed his approach. He stopped at the pastry kitchen door.

“Debbie, a word please.”

Her face tightened, but she stalked toward him, her head high.

Giveaway – I’d love to give away a PDF copy of “The CEO Gets Her Man” to someone commenting during my visit – if Babette would be kind enough to choose a recipient please and get contact details. We’ll announce the winner on Wednesday.

Contemporary Romance, New Zealand, Sweet RomanceBio:

Hi, I’m a contemporary traditional/sweet romance writer from New Zealand, published with The Wild Rose Press.  I grew up in a very small coastal town in Southland, New Zealand’s southern-most province. An eagerness to travel, fostered by my mother, led me to join the Royal NZ Navy where I enjoyed a very satisfying career. I have been fortunate to have travelled extensively and lived in Singapore and Maryland USA. I began writing contemporary romances when my youngest child started school. I enjoy including family issues, genealogy, rugby and/or snippets from my past military life in my stories. I love bringing something of my beautiful country to romance readers everywhere, so New Zealand always features in my stories, normally as the setting.  When not reading or writing, I find plenty to occupy my time with my family commitments. I currently live in Auckland with my husband and the youngest of our four children.

You can find Anne at:

Website – http://www.anneashby.com

Website blog – http://www.anneashby.com/blog

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/AuthorAnneAshby

Twitter – http://www.twitter.com/AuthorAnneAshby

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4386672.Anne_Ashby

You can find The CEO Gets Her Man at:

My publisher – http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=679

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/The-CEO-Gets-Her-ebook/dp/B00AU50QHW

Interview With Kathy Wheeler / Kae Elle Wheeler, Author of The English Lily

11 Mar

Historical Romance, sweet romance, Tales of the Scrimshaw DollI’m delighted to welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author Kathy Wheeler here today for an interview and a look at her new historical romance writing as Kae Elle Wheeler, The English Lily, the fourth story in her Cinderella Series. Don’t forget to comment for a chance to win in Kathy’s giveaway!

Hi Kathy, so glad to have you here today. Tell us a little about your Cinderella Series. What inspired these stories?

I was looking through some Google writing prompts one day and ran across one that read: What if Cinderella’s glass slipper fit one of her evil stepsisters. . . and Voilá. Four books later. . .

The Wronged Princess – Book I
The Unlikely Heroine – Book II
The Surprising Enchantress – Book III
The English Lily – (The Wild Rose Press – 5/15/2013)

The English Lily – Blurb:

Lady Kendra Frazier is devastated. The love of her life just married another, and now all she desires is to be as far away as possible. Viscount Lawrie, Joseph Pinetti Gray, is facing financial ruin and needs a wealthy heiress.  Luckily for him, Kendra’s impetuous nature has handed him the fortuity he requires to save his family’s downfall. But Joseph’s carefully cultivated plans come to a grinding halt when he finds himself falling in love for what should have only been a marriage of convenience. And how can an old cursed doll help?

What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?

The English Lily (Book IV, picked up by The Wild Rose Press) is currently available through Amazon on their Kindle Select program for 99¢. The official release is scheduled for May 15.

What are your writing goals for this year?

I’m currently working on another Historical to submit to Harlequin. I’m approximately two-thirds completed.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Making the hero suffer, grovel, work his tail off for her love, approval.

Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or…?

I start writing. The ideal will usually come at night before I sleep, then nags me until I begin to write. After I’ve started the initial story, I start my planning. Questions at the end of my document, notes in a billion different writing books, recordings on my phone. . .

What is the best thing about being an author?

It’s a complete diversion from my day job. In my writing there are no rules. Characters say and do what they will. The consequences stay in the story.

What did you learn from writing your first book or what do you wish you’d known before becoming published?

I certainly wish I’d began at a much younger age. I’ve only been writing since approximately 2006.

Do you have a favorite hero and/or heroine in your books and why?

In my contemporary Bloomington Series, I have this hard-ass character Lorianne. She is not a particularly likeable heroine, but she is a very loyal friend. She grew up almost homeless, her mother a drug addict. But she can tear a person to shreds. That being said, in my Cinderella Series, The Unlikely Heroine – Book II is also similar. Very difficult to bring around, but once she is your friend she would die for you.

What is your favorite scene from this story and why?

In The English Lily, there is a particularly difficult scene where Lady Kendra has garnered every ounce of her courage to ask a young schoolmaster for his help, when the ship they are on is attacked by pirates. He is hit by a musket ball.

How do you balance writing and everyday life?

Sheer willpower.

Where is your favorite place in the world?

So far it’s New York City, Paris, London, Madrid, Amsterdam, Köln, Victoria, Seattle, San Francisco, Atlanta. . .well, you get the picture. I have been to Ireland yet. . .

What is your favorite food to cook or eat?

I am not a cook. I try not to focus on food.  It’s more like places. I frequent McNellies, an Irish pub in Midtown Oklahoma City for Burger night, but I usually try to eat a Spinach Strawberry salad.

What do you like to read?

Historical Romance. Teresa Mederios, Amanda Quick, Suzanne Enoch, Elizabeth Boyle.

Do you listen to music while you write?

Absolutely, not.  I sing too, so I can’t write and sing at the same time. What are you listening to now? The Discovery Channel – How This Is Made. I really like The History Channel and all the Roman and Greek architecture shows. I can have sports on . . . for the most part. No movies, sitcoms or very close scoring favorite team games. i.e., Dallas Cowboys or Thunder basketball games.

These are few of my favorite things:

1. NBA Thunder Basketball (season ticket holder 43 home games plus playoffs!)

2. Broadway Theater in OKC (season ticket holder) (You’re probably wondering how I fit it all in—I wonder too!)

3. Jazzercise

Thank you so much for hosting me today. It’s always exciting to talk to other readers and writers.

Excerpt from The English Lily:

He rushed over. “Thank God,” he whispered. He crouched down next to her. “Thank God,” he said again, touching his forehead to hers.

“Joseph? Lord Lawrie?” Her voice cracked. Her white glove was no longer white. He wished he could

have protected her from that.

Leaning back, he peeled the stained fabric away. Her hand clenched. “My hands—” He brushed his lips over the tiny scars. “Your hands are perfect,” he said. “We’ll have to marry, you know.”

“Married. I’ve dreamed of marrying,” she whispered, smiling. Her eyes were dry, but in them he read the shock and fear.

Something tight squeezed Joseph’s chest, and he found he could hardly breathe. Death hovered over them. While he might fail in creating bliss for Kendra’s last moments on this earth, he could offer her the whimsical fairytale.

Joseph dropped her hand and cupped her head with both hands. “Lady Kendra Frazier, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife, mademoiselle, s’il vous plaît?”

With a stately incline of her head, she replied with a trembling smile. “I shall be honored, Viscount Lawrie,

Chevalier Joseph Pinetti Gray. Lord Hardwick’s Marriage Act was put in force in Scotland in fifty-four, so we’ve no need to post the banns.” A small hysterical laugh erupted. “Shall we escape to Gretna Green, my lord?”

A Giveaway!

Kathy is giving one lucky commenter a copy of The Wronged Princess – Book I and The English Lily.

Historical Romance, Sweet Romance, Tales of the Scrimshaw DollBio: Kathy L Wheeler/Kae Elle Wheeler was born in Presque Isle, Maine. How she ended up in Texas, Colorado, then Oklahoma is as much a mystery to her as anyone.  She graduated from the University of Central Oklahoma with a BA in Management Information Systems and a minor in Vocal Music. She writes spicy contemporary with elements of suspense and historical. An avid traveler, she’s been to Europe, Mexico, Canada and roams from one RWA conference to another, nationwide.  She’s served several positions in the Oklahoma Outlaws RWA Chapter, is a member of DARA, Passionate Ink, and The Beau Monde Chapter.

Kathy lives with her musically talented husband in Edmond, Oklahoma, has one grown daughter and one bossy cat!

You can find Kathy around the web at:

http://klwheeler.com

http://kathylwheeler.com

Twitter: @kathylwheeler

Facebook: Kathy L Wheeler

Goodreads: Kae Elle Wheeler

You can find The English Lily at:

http://amzn.com/B00B5LB0JS

Welcome Guest Cathy Tully

6 Jul

My guest today is Cathy Tully, a fellow member of Liberty States Fiction Writers, and she’s sharing a little peek at ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, her first sweet romance from Astraea Press, released on June 28, 2012.Cathy Tully

A born and bred Jersey girl, Cathy lives in central New Jersey with her husband, Joe, and their two daughters. Cathy has been writing Sweet Romance, Contemporary Romance and Women’s Fiction for eight years. Prior to romance, she wrote a children’s non-fiction book titled, NEBRASKA for Kidhaven Press in 2004. A Member of Romance Writers Of America, The Liberty States Fiction Writers, and The Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, Cathy is a firm believer in continually honing her craft.

All You Need is Love

ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
Book Blurb

Jack DeVane is on the fast tract to becoming CEO of Cunningham Coffee and nothing will get in his way…until a little dog wanders into his condo and a beautiful dog walker wanders into his heart.

Caitlyn Stiles has one wish–to take over the family business. When she returns from college and this is no longer an option, she travels to Promise, Massachusetts to look after her ailing grandmother where she takes a job as a part-time dog walker.

Can one sweet, little dog teach Jack there’s more to life than work?
Teach Caitlyn to let go of her resentment?
And teach them both that ALL THEY NEED IS LOVE?

Excerpt

“Caitlyn, are you ready yet?” Her mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Almost.”

“Hurry. All the best plants will be gone if we get there too late.”

She closed the closet door and gazed out her bedroom window. It was a clear, warm day with a vivid blue sky. A vivid blue that reminded her of Jack’s eyes. She groaned and headed down into the kitchen where her mother waited.

With Easter only a week away, she’d promised her mother she’d go to the nursery and pick up some crocus, hyacinths and assorted flowers to brighten the front of the townhouse.

“So, are you ready to help me pick out some pretty yellow tulips?” Her mother wiped her hands on a kitchen towel.

“What did you say?”

“Yellow tulips. This year I’ve decided to fill the entire front of the house with yellow tulips.”

Caitlyn flinched. “But I thought we’d decorate the front of the house like last year when you first moved in. Use a mix of assorted pansies. What happened to that idea? You loved the effect. You even agreed it would be colorful and perky.”

Her mother shook her head. “No. I’ve changed my mind. This year I want to use bulbs, so they’ll come back again and again. Since I didn’t plant any last fall, we can buy potted tulips that’ll come back again year after year. And I’ve decided that yellow tulips should be the main accent color. Bright yellow. Vivid yellow. Beautiful yellow tulips.”

Caitlyn groaned. Tulips? The one flower; the only flower she hoped to dissuade her mother from using.

“What’s wrong with you? A beautiful bright yellow will serve as the perfect accent color for the house’s brick face and black shutters. I even bought a gorgeous yellow spring wreath for the door.”

Caitlyn put her head in her hands.

“I think yellow will look stunning. They’re going to make our house stand out from all the others on the block. I even saw something similar in a magazine, and I’m telling you, the effect was beautiful.”

“Okay mom. I get it. You want yellow.”

“Yes. Yellow tulips. You used to love yellow tulips. They were your favorite flower.”

“Were is the operative word, Mom. Were.”

“What happened to change your mind?”

Caitlyn couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Jack happened.”

“I don’t understand.”

“He ruined everything.”

“Nonsense. How can a man ruin your favorite flower?”

Caitlyn groaned. “It’s not bad enough he works for a company I detest, but then he shows up out of nowhere to get his mitts on dad’s recipe behind my back. To top it all off, he brings me yellow tulips.”

“What?”

“I said Jack brought me yellow tulips.”

“No. Before that.”

“Dad’s recipe?’

No. Before that.”

“Jack works for Cunningham Coffee, Mom.” Caitlyn blew out an exasperated sigh.

“Oh honey, you’re thoroughly confused. About everything.” Her mother walked over to the table and sat next to her. She kept her voice low. “Tell me sweetie, did you insist Jack leave that morning he came to town, even though you love him, because you thought he still worked for that horrible company?”

Caitlyn nodded and bit her quivering bottom lip. “I can’t be with someone like that. Someone who works for people like that. What does that say about him?”

Her mother sat opposite her then reached across the kitchen table and squeezed both her hands. “Caitlyn, Jack doesn’t work for Cunningham Coffee anymore.” She handed Caitlyn a tissue.

She blotted her eyes. “No. He probably owns his own company now. He’s probably taking advantage of more people like they taught him to.”

“As a matter of fact he does operate his own company. Well, part of the company. He and I haven’t worked out all the details yet.”

Caitlyn stood and pushed her chair in, ignoring her mother’s comment. “If I know him, he’s closing every innocent, little store he can get his hands on.”

“You don’t know him at all do you?”

“What does that mean?” Caitlyn said.

“It means you better get ready to eat some crow!”

You can find Cathy at:

Please visit her website, www.cathytully.com for a chance to win a free download, and feel free to friend her on Facebook.

You can find ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE at:

Astraea Press

Amazon.com

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