Friday, October 23, 2015

SHERMAN CURSE? The Chance that nearly wasn't



Today saw something happened that I was unsure would ever take place. The release of Spencer's Chance. Spencer for those of you unfamiliar with my Sherman series is the eldest of the four brothers. He is strong (as all Shermans are) but not the same as the others, Tony is strong in his need to protect, Lucas in his need to fight for those he loves, Trent in his need to save, so that leaves Spencer the one who is strong in holding it all together.

In Hunting JC he is the one to pick JC up when she is out her lowest, in Tony's Haven he is there to pick up Haven when Tony hurts her. But it was in that story that Spencer took a different trek for me. He fell in love with his brothers girlfriend. I hadn't planned that. No in fact my whole plan in Tony's Haven was to show the readers who hated him in Hunting JC the amazing and complex man I knew Tony was but that I failed to portray in the first book.

But there it was Spencer was moving out of character. He was, in fact telling me he was not simply the rock of the family there was more to him. I was so mad at him that although his story was originally supposed to be third in the series (Killing Lucas in my original plan was to be the final book) I was so angry at Spencer, yes this character I created in my head, I told my editor at the time that Spencer needed a 'time out' he didn't deserve his story to be told yet. And of course the original outline for his story no longer worked. I am not sure I can even remember what the story he wanted to tell originally even was. But as with life we sometimes take side roads.

Then slowly his new story came to me. I was ecstatic. He was in my head and so was his heroine. She was to be clearly the exact opposite of Haven yet in a body that could have been her twin. So the story started to flow it came to me quickly at first. Scenes were so cemented in my head, like when Tony's sees Chance for the first time. And then nothing...Writers Block of the worst kind hit me. Real life got in the way and everything came to a screeching halt.

THE CURSE BEGINS

You have to understand I have sort of felt cursed with this series from the beginning. I wrote the first book and it sat in my computer's memory for years. I didn't think I was good enough to be published. I have dyslexia and was told once "Well you will never be published so your writing skills don't really matter." With a condescending pat on my young adult head. So a writer friend and critique partner suggested I send it to Aspen Mountain Press. I did. And wow I got accepted. YEA ME.

The first book released. With no line edits, no approval from me and without me knowing. But I was young to the publishing world what did I know. I happened to go to the sight on new years day and BAM I was now a published author. That was 2010. I asked if they wanted a second they said yes and over the next year I pounded out Tony's Story and kept asking why Hunting JC wasn't on Amazon?  On Valentines the next year Tony published so I was no longer a one hit wonder (you know the 35 books I sold of Hunting JC that first year made me a wonder) but still I didn't have a book on Amazon. How can you be an author and not have a book on Amazon right?

Over the next Six Months I began to realize things were not as they should be with my publisher. And like many others I could see the writing was on the wall it couldn't be saved. But in that time I didn't write at all, my publisher owned the rights to first refusal of any book with the Shermans in it.  That meant I couldn't take them somewhere else and things were bad. So I resigned myself that I would have to wait out the 7 year contract to let them see life again.

By September the publisher closed and my babies were taken on by a new fledgling published. I had great hope. I started writing again and I did a quick short story so that the Sherman's would see light again while I pounding out a new full scale Sherman. Spencer, though I tried, was not going to be next but instead it was quiet angry Lucas who came to the front demanding it was his time for a HEA. But somewhere in writing Lucas and reediting the first two books my editor became Team Spencer.  She loved him called him her woobie.

THE RUG IS PULLED OUT AGAIN

Killing Lucas is published, and so I get writing on another short for a Sherman Cousin that will allow me time to buckle down and focus on Spencer. And then I sit up in the middle of the night and the whole story comes to me. In a flood of images in my head I know Spencer's story so I start to tap it out relentlessly.

But then my editor leaves the company. Being Dyslexic having dealt with people who weren't understand it was devastating to lose someone I trusted. I understood completely her need to leave. She had hung on as long as she did for me. But I was locked in fear as to who would edit me. I felt like I was in forth grade again with my teachers nails digging into my shoulder as she called me stupid. The editors were all amazing and anyone of them would have done my book justice. But there was still the fear of the unknown.

So wait for months for the book to be beta'd went though two betas and took 6 months. Then finally to an editor another six months then to a third editor. OH I think I forgot to mention the publishing house then closed. Yep during this time my second publishing house closed.

All BY MY LITTLE INDIE



In all of this chaos and uncertainty. Somehow two years from the time I wrote the beloved words the end. I was able to have the surreal moment of pressing the publish button at Amazon, ARe and Barnes and Noble.  Here is hoping the curse is broken. The Shermans are firmly in my control although I prefer to have my books with publishers for so many reasons, this series will remain self pubbed. So now I have two more stories to write. One Short this one will be with Agent Vassar from Hunting JC and Killing Lucas. And Fiona the Sherman Cousin. And then its time to finish the series with Trent. I don't have his book firmly in my head but I do know it will be both cathartic and heartbreaking to write. Saying goodbye to this family will be the hardest thing I will do in my writing career. They are my first babies.

Now, in the present, the panic sets him, have I done justice to Spencer who is beloved by readers and will they like a heroine who isn't as strong as my others but see that they are exact what each other needed?

It is now out of my hands for good or bad and in the universe for others to decide.

Happy Reading Dom :)

Spencer’s Chance 

Spencer Sherman knows how to run a business; he understands his employees, and the market around him. But he has lost his way when it comes to love and family. With a rift with his younger brother and unrequited love of his sister in law, Spencer has taken a wrong turn somewhere and it just so happens it might lead him to his heart’s desire.

Chance McKinney is content with her simple life. She is adored by her family and friends and no one can turn down her apple pies. Yet being the friend has worn thin and this virgin doesn’t see anything in the area that will change things. Until a tall, gorgeous stranger walks into her shop and turns everything she once thought on its head.


Can two people from different worlds find the love they both desperately crave or will mistakes from the past prove too much to overcome?



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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Recipe Wednesday Light Pasta Sauce by Viki Lyn #foodie #Recipes

by Viki Lyn

I was raised in a family of chefs. My grandfather left his hometown in Italy as a young lad, and crossed the Atlantic Ocean during the early 20th century. From New York City, he boarded a train to California. He had work lined up in San Francisco as a sous chef in a prestigious hotel where he learned his trade.

My father inherited my grandfather’s love of food and was an excellent cook. My father never measured anything, so when he wrote down a recipe it was a pinch of this and handful of that.
This recipe is all about a pinch of this and a handful of that. You can add whatever you have in the fridge…be creative…and have fun.

Light Pasta Sauce

Start with simmering garlic in olive oil. Stir occasionally. Adjust heat as needed so you don't burn the garlic.
Snoop around your vegetable bin and decide which veggies to use. The only essential vegetable is the tomato!

I’m partial to my old standbys:

Mushrooms Fresh Tomatoes Zucchinis Red Bell Pepper
Chop the veggies, but not too small.
Once the garlic is lightly roasted, add in the mushrooms and bell peppers first. After a couple of minutes, mix in the chopped zucchinis. After another couple of minutes, stir in the tomatoes.
This is when I like to include salt, pepper and Italian herbs. And, if you have fresh chopped basil, toss it in. It adds a nice taste to the sauce.

Cook the pasta and before you add the sauce: Toss the cooked pasta in a light coat of olive oil and lemon juice, and add the sauce.

Top with Parmesan or Romano cheese. Serve with a crisp salad and plenty of fresh Italian bread for dipping into the sauce.

Enjoy!

And for dessert, here’s a peek into my latest M/M from Loose Id.

Rocker Leo needs a break. From the band, roadies, everything related to his present life. Wandering the streets of Vienna, he chances upon a poster that just might change his life. Andre Revele, renowned violinist, and Leo’s ex-lover, is performing in the city. It’s been years since Leo slipped out of Andre’s life in the middle of the night, but he's never forgotten their passionate love of music and each other.

Andre’s shocked when Leo shows up backstage after his performance. Hell yes, he’s angry, but he can’t walk away. Against his better judgment, he invites Leo to his hotel for a drink. Not sure what he wants from Leo, he knows what his body wants right now. A night of passionate sex leads to another, until he’s lost his heart to Leo again.

When Andre finds his trust in Leo tested, Leo must prove his loyalty by using their one common passion – music – to bind their hearts.

EXCERPT Leo finished his cappuccino. He needed a break. From the band, roadies, everything related to his present life. He tried to ignore the constriction in his chest. He hadn’t written anything in months, and that scared the shit out of him. His bandmates were like his brothers, but as much as he loved them, it wasn’t the same as having a lover who completely got him. He had no one to turn to when in a funk.

He hoped to God he still had more words inside him. For all of his flamboyance on stage, his real love was composing.

Leo paid the check and left. Too wound up to go back to his hotel, he roamed the streets, taking in the Vienna night. Stars sparkled above St. Stephen’s gothic spire. The wide boulevards twisted into narrow lanes perfect for getting lost in.

Happy to wander aimlessly, Leo slipped his hands into his fleece-lined jacket. Living in LA, he’d forgotten how cold winter could be in other parts of the world. He turned the corner and sputtered to a halt. Staring at the poster pasted to the side of a building, he didn’t need to read the name of the virtuoso to know who it was. He could never forget that face in rapture—when playing or getting off. Music and sex had invoked the same feelings in Andre Revele. Passion was passion, and that man had always had both in spades.

Numbness swept across Leo as he stared at the picture of Andre caressing the bow in those slender-fingered hands—such artistic hands on a large man. It had been love at first sight—or at least lust—when Leo had walked into the practice room.

He could still remember a youthful Andre, not quite grown into his robust physique, as he played the last stanza of Bach’s Concerto in E. The violin’s notes had faded, but the music had remained in the air long after the performance was over. Bright green eyes peered through dark lashes, and sensual, pouty lips morphed into a shy smile. Like an idiot, Leo had been at a loss for words at Andre’s performance and enamored by that handsome face. Until Andre laughed, breaking the spell.
From that day forward, they were inseparable. They both had insatiable appetites for music. They stayed up all hours talking about philosophy and musical composition, and arguing what was better, thin-crust or thick-crust pizza. They played music together, fucked, and enjoyed the simple moments that composed their insular world.

He scanned the poster for the dates of the concerts. Tomorrow night was the last performance. Leo shuffled his feet, unable to move away. He bit his lip and traced the image of Andre. Did he dare go? It had to be fate. He’d been thinking of Andre, talking about the past with Sid, and now this.
His heartbeat quickened. What if he went backstage and Andre didn’t recognize him? Or brushed him aside? Leo had purposely avoided searching the Internet for news of Andre, too afraid that his ex had a lover, or worse, had married. Their lifestyles were miles apart, and Leo could never think of Andre as a friend.

He drank in Andre’s image. Tall and broodingly dark, Andre had the body of a jock and the sensitive heart of an artist. Leo preferred men unlike himself. He’d been a skinny kid, and had a difficult time gaining weight. If he’d been born years earlier, he would have been the perfect face for a glam rock band. At least he’d outgrown the term pretty boy or twink.

Leo chewed his lower lip as he studied Andre’s picture. Tempting as it was to see his ex again, visiting the past was a bad idea. This wasn’t the time, not when Leo was restless and bored. His heart couldn’t take a rejection from Andre. There were other men, lots of men, and he’d had his share of quite a few of them. With his schedule it had become impossible to form any long-term commitment.

Or at least that was what he told himself.

A big, fat lie.

He’d never met anyone who made him feel the way he’d felt for the violinist.
Leo kissed his fingers and pressed them to Andre’s lips. “Good-bye, Princess.” Andre hated that pet name, but Leo loved using the endearment. Andre had been born into wealth and privilege, and his family had expected great things from him. “You proved them right, didn’t you?”

Before Leo changed his mind, he hurried away, dismissing the memories of a love lost to his ambition.

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Multi-published and award winner, Viki Lyn is a successful writer of gay paranormal and contemporary romance. After reading and collecting whatever she could get her hands on, she wrote her first male/male romance. And that was ‘it’ for her. She never looked back. Viki travels the world in search of inspiration. She considers herself blessed to have traveled to many of the mystical sites she had dreamed about as a child. Her travel experiences have been influential in creating her paranormal worlds. When she needs to relax, she calls a friend to meet at their favorite coffee house. When the chattering in her head goes off the charts, she plays one of her favorite RPGs on her PS4 and immerses herself in the world of dragons and magic.

Learn more about Viki Lyn on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

HAPPY RELEASE DAY TO DISQUIETED SOULS, a BLACK HILLS WOLVES NOVEL, #29





Willow Bissett, a fashion photographer, has had enough of the career that’s blackened her soul, and wants out. Her passion lies in taking pictures of nature, and she’s determined to make a living from doing it. When she stumbles upon a gruesome scene in the Black Hills Forest, her life is forever changed.

Greyson shouldn't be alive. As the runt of the litter, his mother left him to die in the wilderness. Picked up by Drew, son of the Alpha, he is adopted into the Tao Pack. Rather than living a charmed life, he lives his days alone, tormented by his abandonment and his unique appearance. His soul yearns for acceptance, peace, and closure.

Willow could be the answer to Greyson’s prayers, or the very death of him.


“Are you a fugitive from the law?”
He bared a perfect set of pearly white teeth any mother would be proud of and chuckled. “No. And I’ve never been arrested, either. You can relax.”
“So,” she pressed on, breathing easier once again. “You have a thing against the medical profession?”
He turned his face toward her, and she could now confirm his eyes, one rich amber with golden flecks, the other the deepest blue, were as beguiling as she’d figured. “You could say I’m a fast healer. I’ll be fine in a couple of days…Willow.”
When he spoke her name, it was as though he’d spread a coat of silky chocolate over her entire body and licked every ounce of it off with his tongue. Her palms tingled, her face flushed, and she shifted in her seat to ease the growing ache down low.
“Fast is one thing, but you’d need to be supernatural to bounce back from these wounds in a couple of days. Insert foot in mouth, Will.” She groaned and dropped her head into her hands.
“What do you mean?” His voice returned to a shaky whisper, but she heard him just fine.
She shrugged off her embarrassment and peered up at him. Enough dancing around the issue. She needed answers now that he was conscious and looking all delicious despite his injuries. So, she ignored his question and asked the first of many of her own. “Who are you?”
“My name is Greyson. Thanks for fixing me up. I’m sure you did an awesome job.”
“You’re welcome. I’m no doctor, but I make a damn good triage nurse in the wilderness when I need to. Back to you, Greyson. What the hell are you? And what actually happened out there? I can only guess, but I want the whole story. From the beginning. I don’t think it’s too much to ask…considering.”
“What if it is?”
“What if it is what?”
“Too much to ask.”




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