Friday, August 31, 2012

What your car's name?

It's been a habit of mind since I got my first car to name it.

In the picture, the olds is name Charlotte, while the small car is named RD.

RD - was once my grandfather's car. His name was Roy David.

Would you find it romantic to have a car named after you?

Have a great weekend,


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Guest Today - Anne Brooke

Journeys – Love them or hate them but you can’t avoid them
First and foremost, The Gifting, which is the beginning of the Gathandrian Trilogy, is a novel about journeys. My main character, Simon, sets out on a vast physical journey to another country, and must also make a journey into his own mind in order to uncover the skills which lie there.
When I was working out the nature of the journey, I therefore wanted it to be a spiritual as well as a physical one. So I took the four elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water and made them into magical lands which Simon and his companions must cross in order to reach their destination. I wanted the interplay between what these different elements symbolise in Simon’s development, and the practical hard graft of how the group must traverse them. And, of course, what they discover at the end of their long trek.
All well and good, but the very strange thing about all this is how much I myself hate journeys! When young, my poor mother used to give me the strongest travel pills whenever we travelled up north to see my grandmother who lived 300 miles away. Whatever she tried, I was always sick and held everything up. Which, as the family always tried to do the journey in a day meant some pretty late evening arrivals in Newcastle.
These days, I don’t get quite as travel-sick in a car, though occasionally it does kick in again if I’m hungry and particularly if the car or coach is a very plush one. In terms of my stomach, the ricketier the transport, the better I like it, it seems.
However, I’m still not that great in aeroplanes or on a boat. Yes, I do have to admit that once, when my husband and I were flying back from a holiday in Slovenia, I was that person on the plane who – when we went through a bad storm – said: “We’re going to die! We’re going to die, aren’t we?” Oh the shame. Thankfully all the other passengers on the plane apart from us were Slovenian schoolchildren who had no idea what I was saying. They all thought it was great fun … I think my husband still has the bruises on his arm where I was holding on to him. Well, I never said I was brave.
I’m also not too good on boats either. The ocean fills me with horror and I still have dark memories of the four hours I spent on a ferry between England and France in the middle of the night during yet another storm when the boat couldn’t actually move due to the roughness of the sea. Believe me, seasickness is not to be recommended under any circumstances, though I did make a lot of new friends in the ladies’ loos where we all – in a very English fashion – politely took it in turns to be sick in the available cubicles.
This is probably the reason why Simon’s not a good traveller in the air or at sea either. Here he is during his voyage with his companion Johan:
When the sun is high in the sky, the scribe finally awakes with a groan. “Johan?”
“Yes, I’m here.” He places himself where Simon can see him, be reassured—if indeed he has any reassurance to offer. “We’re here. On the boat. It’s the middle of the morning.”
As he speaks, the scribe pushes himself upright, and his face turns pale. The boat sways with his motion. “No more desert men?”
“No. They’re no longer a threat,” Johan replies, frowning. “They don’t...”
But Simon isn’t listening. He barely makes it to the side before he is vomiting, shaking and soaked with sweat, into the sea. Johan rests his arm across his shoulders, and holds him as he retches again.
When the bout has finished, Simon gags twice more and then groans.
“Lie down, you’ll feel better if you do.” Johan half-carries the sick man to the bottom of the boat again where, still shivering slightly, he lies curled like a question mark between the two benches.
“What is this?”
“Hush. Don’t speak. It’s sea-malady. You’re not used to the movement of the water. Here, I have something that might help.”
“Good,” Simon murmurs. “That would be nice.”
Johan searches in the herb bag for what he wants, and then places two dried leaves in the palm of Simon’s hand. He senses the man’s surprise when he tastes them: ginger, but with a sharper tone.
“That’s right,” he says. “It’s a type of ginger that grows in the parks and gardens of our city. It will ease your stomach and cleanse your mouth.”
Simon nods but says no more. For a while, he continues to lie prostrate in the boat, his eyes closed. Johan listens to the screeches of birds, breathes in the salt smell of the water and welcomes the warmth of the sun on his face.
“How is your head?” the scribe asks after a while. He sounds stronger now.
“It hurts a little. But it will pass. Your sickness?”
“The leaves you gave me are working, I think. Tell me, is it always like this on the sea? And, more importantly, why didn’t you warn me about it?”
Johan laughs, but not unkindly. “It’s like that for some, yes. Others are better sailors by nature.
But most grow used to the movement in time. Soon you will gain your sea-balance, believe me. Do you think you can sit up now?”
“I really have no idea, but I’ll try.”  
May all your own journeys be happy ones, and don’t forget to enter the competition to win a Kindle – details below!

Anne Brooke’s fiction has been shortlisted for the Harry Bowling Novel Award, the Royal Literary Fund Awards and the Asham Award for Women Writers. She has also twice been the winner of the national DSJT Charitable Trust Open Poetry Competition.
She is the author of six published novels, including her fantasy series, The Gathandrian Trilogy, published by Bluewood Publishing and featuring scribe and mind-reader Simon Hartstongue. More information on the trilogy is available at: and the first of these novels is The Gifting. In addition, her short stories are regularly published by Riptide Publishing, Amber Allure Press and Untreed Reads.
Anne has a secret passion for theatre and chocolate, preferably at the same time, and is currently working on a fantasy novella, The Taming of the Hawk. More information can be found at and she regularly blogs at: Her Twitter page is here: and her Facebook fan page is here: All visitors welcome!

The Gifting
by Anne Brooke

The mind-dwellers of Gathandria are under deadly siege. For two year-cycles they have suffered: their people decimated, their beautiful city in ruins. Their once peaceful life has descended into chaos and misery. Legends tell of the Lost One who will return at such a time to save them from their mortal enemy – the mind-executioner. This enemy knows their ways well, for he was once an elder of the city. Time is running out.

Johan and Isabella take up the quest, journeying to the Lammas Lands searching for their distant cousin and lowly scribe, Simon Hartstongue. The elders dare to hope that he is whom they seek. Not everyone shares this hope; there is one amongst them who is bound to the enemy, shielding their secret thoughts from mind links while seeking to betray Simon.
Powerful lessons are learned as they travel through the mystical kingdoms of the Mountains, the Air, the Desert and the Waters. Deadly attacks threaten total annihilation and devastating sorrow strikes. Story-telling weaves a tenuous net of protection around them, but the enemy has absolute power with the stolen mind-cane in his possession. To his surprise Simon hears its song. Desperately he tries to understand and embrace his gifting, as he struggles to comprehend his inheritance. 
A strong and pure mind is needed in the battle to defeat the enemy. If you are branded a coward, a murderer and an outcast, how can you be a saviour? Doubt creeps into the Gathandrians' minds. Is Simon truly the One?


Clutching the boy, Simon stumbled to Isabella and Johan. But they were no longer there. Not on the mountain. Not anywhere.
He could not comprehend what his eyes were telling him; the two of them were floating, solid ghosts, on...nothing. The boy gulped and shook.
Simon could not voice the words, could not even focus them, merely fling them from his thoughts. So close, and yet a thousand fears away, Johan tried to smile, but Simon could see the spasm in his cheek. Feel it echoed in his own.
“What do I do?”
 The other man’s body balanced between sky and the far-off earth, hemmed in only by air, he stretched out his hand. “Come. I cannot touch you during this part of the journey, Simon. The Air Kingdom forbids it. But we can give you the strength you need. You can follow my hand. And Isabella’s. You can follow me.”
“I can’t,” Simon said, staring at him as if for a moment they might be the only two people alive. “It’s not possible, Johan. Don’t be stupid. I’m not strong, not like you and Isabella.”
He found his legs could no longer support his and the boy’s weight and, in spite of the terror behind and the destruction to come, he collapsed onto bare rock, pain ricocheting through his body. Shivering, he turned to his tormentor, hovering on a plateau of air and incomprehensible faith.
“By the gods,” the scribe begged him. “Don’t make me do it. Please.”
“Simon. You don’t have time for this. I know you want to live.” Johan’s voice came somehow not from where he stood, not even simply from within Simon’s mind, but echoed throughout the whole of his body. “Please. Trust me. Don’t you trust me?”
“What do you think?” he cried out. “No. I don’t. Not enough.”
 “You don’t know that. Come.”
“No, believe me—I can’t.” From behind came a sudden tearing sound, like a knife ripping silk. The mind-fire was dying.
“You can,” he said.
In the emptiness after his words, Simon lay face down on the ground, trembling, the boy almost crushed under his chest. Impossible, it was impossible.
A roar and a flash of redness and pain as the last protection collapsed. The stench of meat and the dogs’ teeth came scrabbling through the flames. In his mind, the boy screamed at last, in a way he could never do in the flesh. With a groan that came from the gut and sliced through him, the scribe stumbled to his feet and stood, swaying, he on rock and Johan on air. Although fully clothed, Simon was as naked as he had ever been.
He caught and held Johan’s ice-blue gaze. For a moment, somehow, time stopped and everything became still.
 “I am afraid,” Simon told him, as simply and clearly as he could.
“I know.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Simon, I understand. Take one step. Trust me for one step only. But you must leave the mountain behind, or you will both suffer the death that is not true death. Come.”
Wild roaring, and then the pounding feet of the dogs.
Breath ragged in his throat, Simon covered his face with his one free hand and smelled the stale salt of his own tears. Then at the edge of thought, already infiltrating his mind’s frail barrier, the executioner’s triumphant cry.
The scribe turned. The enemy rose before him, a figure clothed in flame which did not burn. Pain cauterised his mind and he screamed. A flash of black and silver at the edge of his vision. He raised his hand to protect himself. The mind-cane flew towards him: a dagger, a bearer of an impossible death. He screamed again. Then everything fell silent. The cane brushed against his arm, the silver carving impossibly cold. A flare of warmth encased him and then just as suddenly vanished.
He should be dead. He was not.
The mind-cane lay at his feet, humming. Another scream, this time the enemy’s. With the astonishment of being alive his only thought, Simon wrapped both arms around the boy and stepped out with his right foot onto nothingness.
Giveaway competition details: The giveaway competition: the prize is ONE Kindle ereader worth £89 if these three questions about The Gifting are answered correctly: 
1. In the beginning of Chapter Four, what sound is Simon first aware of when he wakes up?
2. At the start of the Third Gathandrian Interlude, who knocks Annyeke down in his desperation to reach her?
3. What happens to Simon at the end of Chapter Six?

Answers should be sent to albrookeATmeDOTcom (and NOT left on the post), and winners will be notified as soon as possible after the tour ends.  
There is also a Runner-Up Prize of THREE eBooks from my backlist (not including The Gifting) to one lucky commenter from the whole blog tour. Good luck! 
Contact Information:
Make sure to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

Thanks Anne for stopping by,


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

If You Missed

me on Blogtalk radio. I had a great time talking with Linda. She is a great host.

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Monday, August 27, 2012

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We will be talking about my book "Mating Rituals and I'll be reading a sizzling excerpt.


MMI - Dreams

"Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life
is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly."
- Langston Hughes

Friday, August 24, 2012

Want to Read the First Book

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Have a great weekend,


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Guest - Jody Vitek

Hi Jody, so glad you stopped by for a visit today.

Thank you for having me as your guest blogger, “Enjoying the Unique Favors of Life.” I hope readers enjoy learning a little more about my writing and me.
1. Tell us a little about your writing style?
I’m unsure of how to answer this one. If you’re looking for how my books are written, I don’t know as if I’ve established a style yet. I’d like to think I have a humor mixed in with the seriousness of the story line and the growth of the characters. Personally, I must have peace and quiet when I write. Sometimes if I’m struggling with a scene, I may find music to help me along. Toni Braxton helped write a few scenes of Florida Heat.
2. Why this story and not a different one?
This story came to me on a trip and when I started writing and working on it, I dreamt about the story. It was on my mind all the time. I had been writing another story but Florida Heat hit the center of my writer’s heart, and the other story was put away. I ate, slept and talked Florida Heat 24/7. I couldn’t let go of the story, knowing this book was meant to be told. The road to getting this book published was a long and hard one. There were many times I thought of walking away from writing altogether but couldn’t because the story was beating that strong in my heart. Having other writers to support you along the way, helps too.
3. What drew you to these characters?
Maggie has had a tough road to recovery and finding love. Her ex-husband is the cause behind the scar she sees every day when she looks in the mirror. I wanted to write about how she moved on. In my first drafts of Florida Heat she was very bitter, angry, short tempered and not a likeable character. With rewrites, she grew and I came to better understand her.
Trent—a cowboy originally from Colorado—owns a horse ranch in Florida and races powerboats. Need I say more as to what drew me in? Seriously, the offshore powerboat racing is what started the whole premise of Florida Heat. The rest of Trent’s character grew from there. He was a weak character in the beginning, but like Maggie, grew with rewrites. Many rewrites.
4. Tell us a little about your next story idea?
Rescue Me is my current work in progress. It takes place in Minnesota, north of the Twin Cities on neighboring farms. Catherine is a veterinarian who has taken on rescuing horses, along with other animals, and is in need of a new location for her horses. Contacting and paying her Great Aunt a visit, she is granted the use of the barn on her Great Aunts farm. When the Great Aunt dies, her Will leaves Catherine shocked and with choices to make. Catherine won’t have to make the choices alone, when the neighboring farmer and ex-boyfriend are involved. I’ve written a very rough draft of Rescue Me and am excited to polish the story for publisher submission.
5. At the end of the day, what is your favorite thing to do to relax?
I unwind in several ways depending on what’s going on around me. Television is always on at night in my house and I have a few shows I’m huge fans of—Survivor, CSI, Big Brother and America’s Next Top Model. I live for those and sometimes enjoy a glass of wine while watching. I have three kids who are active and I find it relaxing to watch them participate in their sporting events—soccer and swimming. Sometimes, once in bed, I’ll pick up a book and read.
Please feel free to ask any other question(s) you’d like. As a thank you for visiting me today at Tina Gayle’s blog, I will be giving away a small gift of scented items, which are tied to the story, to one lucky random person who leaves a comment.
All commenter’s from stops on my Goddess Fish tour will also be entered into an overall commenter drawing. This gift includes a CD, again tied to the book, with scented items.
If any visitors today would like a bookmark, they can email with their mailing information.

Scarred by her ordeal, Maggie Carlisle leaves her ex-husband’s drug life back in Texas. A man from her past seeks revenge, just as she meets and falls in love with Trent Randall.
Trent Randall, owner of a horse ranch and powerboat driver, loses focus of his life when Maggie shows up. After an accident, he wonders if she's worth the danger. However, his heart leads the way when he finds out she’s in trouble.

First Kiss

Trent strolled around the counter and closed in on her. Her stomach flipped. His slate eyes had a hint of blue shining through.
Maggie stepped back from his looming figure. He was too close. Her voice quavered. “I’m alone because I want to be...and I’m okay with it.”
“Are you afraid of me, Maggie?” He teased as he moved closer to her body.
“No,” she squeaked and ran out of counter space.
“Why do you avoid me?” He backed her up against the wall, his hands around her waist, trapping her.
“I don’t avoid you.” Not about to show her unease with his close proximity, she mustered a firmer voice. “I’m putting a little space between us.” Quickly she added, “At least I was trying to.” Her face felt warm, and a hot wave swept through her belly.
“Why do you need to put space between us? I’m male, you’re female, and we’re attracted to one another.” He smiled suggestively.
“Speak for yourself.” She strained to say it firmly, only to fail.
Her knees weakened when her eyes made contact with his dark smoldering eyes. She bit her lip and averted her eyes from his. “I think...” Her gaze went back to him. “It’s late, and I need to get to work.”
“I hope you’ll think again about coming to my party,” he whispered as he leaned close into her ear.
Her eyes closed, betraying her, at his slow and delicate delivery of his soft warm lips on hers.
This sound greats.
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Thanks Jody for stopping by,


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Welcome L & S Scavenger Hunters

For all of you who are visiting my site because of the scavenger hunt-- Welcome.

But my blog is not the page with the sign you're looking for. Hint - click on the cover of my latest release "Birth" while on my home page.

Also look around and take some time to read the 1st chapters of any of my books.

For those of you not doing the scavenger hunter - Why not join the fun?

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Monday, August 20, 2012

MMI - Attitude

"It is our attitude at the beginning of a difficult task which, more than anything else, will affect It's successful outcome."

William James

Friday, August 17, 2012

Are You Going to RomCon

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Yes, I know it's not until June 21, 2013, but you can sign up to go now.

Here is the link on Rom Con registration.

Hope to see you there,


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Q&A with Rosemary Indra

Tell us a little about your writing style?

I write contemporary romance novels. I prefer to start the book with an amusing scene to lighten up the beginning. In Everlasting Love I start out with the hero in a bathtub on the front porch of a cabin taking a steaming hot bath while it is snowing.

Why this story and not a different one?

After I finished the second book in the Forest Ridge Series I felt there was another firefighter who’s story needed to be told. Kevin Mathews was a character referred to in the first book Rekindled Love and appeared briefly in The Look of Love. I wanted to explore why he wasn’t a firefighter and what caused him to be unhappy with his career choice of being a police officer.

What drew you to these characters?

The image of the strong adventurous firefighters drew me to these characters. These firefighters go into burning buildings in order to help other people. The characters are family oriented and the fire department is an extension of their family.

At the end of the day, what is your favorite thing to do to relax?

I use the quiet time at the end of the day to work on the story I’m writing. I take a notebook to bed with me and work on the current scene. The best ideas come to me when I relax. If I’m not writing or need a little relaxing time I read before going to sleep.

Everlasting Love
by Rosemary Indra
When Miranda Cummins borrows a friend’s cabin to finish writing her long overdue book, she’s surprised to find the one-room retreat already occupied by Kevin Mathews. Though she feels a spontaneous attraction for Kevin, Miranda has recently escaped a controlling husband and isn’t ready for a long-term relationship.
Unsatisfied with his occupation, Kevin is at a crossroads. Miranda understands and encourages him to look at the direction his life is going. Fired up by her encouragement, Kevin returns to Forest Ridge to resume his firefighting career.
When Miranda is threatened by her ex-husband, Kevin realizes he will do anything to protect her. Miranda has shown Kevin a new passion for life. Can he fan the flames of passion into an Everlasting Love?
Driving Kevin’s truck reminded her of learning to drive on her uncle’s farm. The old truck had more rust than paint and rattled as she drove along the rutted dirt farm roads.

Kevin’s pickup ran a lot smoother and looked newer than her family’s truck but like that pickup his didn’t have power steering. She pulled on the wheel and turned the vehicle toward the freeway ramp.
Picking up speed, she merged onto highway 84 driving west. She drove the route for the last year and a half and now she could drive it with her eyes closed. As usual traffic was heavy this time of morning. Following an older model sedan moving slowly, she was forced to press down on the brake pedal. Miranda pressed the pedal halfway down, on the second pump the pedal dropped to the floor with no resistance. When she realized how slow the car in front of her was traveling and how fast the truck was going, she pressed on the brakes again. When the pickup didn’t react, she quickly changed lanes barely missing the back bumper of the car.
Stay calm. Stay calm. Within a flash she tried to remember all the driving tips everyone had ever given her. Slow down the engine. She pushed down on the clutch and down shifted to a lower gear. The pickup lurched forward, causing the seatbelt to pull tight across her chest. Her bagged lunch and purse crashed to the floorboard. The engine revved really loud as the vehicle started to slow down, as did the engine speed.
Again she pushed down the clutch and shifted to a lower gear. This time the lurching was sharper than before. A sharp pain shot through her neck. She wanted to rub the stabbing pain, but knew she couldn’t take her hand off the wheel.
Moving the truck back to the slow lane, Miranda down shifted until the truck slowed to a reasonable speed. She prayed she could stop the truck with minimal damage to herself and Kevin’s vehicle.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Ever since her mom gave her a romance book when she was a teenager Rosemary has enjoyed happier-ever-after stores. She has been writing most of her adult life. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, reading and crafts.
She has two grown children and four adorable grandchildren. Her and her husband live in a small town in Oregon.

Rosemary will be awarding a signed cover flat to a commenter at every stop and a $20 Starbuck's GC and their name in her next book to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. One randomly drawn host will receive a $10 Starbuck's GC.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

Thanks Rosemary for stopping by and best of luck with your book,


Monday, August 13, 2012

MMI - Today

You can’t have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time.
Charles F. Kettering

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Pictures for the Week

Wine time.

Post pictures of some of the wineries we have visited.

Have a glass and check them out at

Happy Wednesday,


Monday, August 6, 2012

Saturday, August 4, 2012

My Review for Heels Up

Blurb -
Sparks fly when legendary actor Bradley Moore stumbles into witty, romantically minded flight attendant Betty Hammond while boarding a flight. Neither expects the immediate, incendiary attraction that flares between them, nor can they resist indulging in some intimate contact while in the air.

But once back on solid ground, reality comes calling. Betty is a flight attendant, Brad is a major movie star. Despite the challenges, Brad finds himself drawn to Betty’s wicked wit, her unflagging humor, and the fact that she’s completely unaffected by his celebrity status. Betty can’t resist Brad’s down-to-earth side. And even long after their midair encounter, they find themselves unable to deny an intense mutual passion that reaches beyond the boundaries drawn by Hollywood’s rules.

As their relationship strengthens, Brad and Betty wonder if their mutual feelings are enough to beat the odds and keep them together—or if they’ll ultimately get burned under the glare of Hollywood’s spotlight.

My Review -
A cute story that kept me laughing. Betty is in for the ride of her life with movie star Brad while Brad is flying high with a hot flight attendant. Both have their issues but work to overcome them as they explore their mutual passion.

Not your everyday erotica story, share it with your lover in bed. 
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Friday, August 3, 2012

RT - Write It Down

Write a love note.

Put it in the pocket of his/her jacket.
tape it on the mirror.
stick it under his/her windsheild wiper.
Place it in his/her brief case.

It doesn't have to be long. Just a simple reminder of how much you care.

Have a great weekend everyone,


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Cut the Crap

The rewrite process can occur in many different ways. I know authors who rewrite their story as they write the story. They spend a certain amount of time every day rewriting before or after they have added pages to the manuscript.

I’ve tried this method and found that it doesn’t work for me. The right side and the left side of my brain don’t play well together. So I do most of my edits after I have finished the whole manuscript.

The problem is that there is a lot to do at once and at times, the task can be overwhelming. So I find it best to break it down into sections, by scenes or chapters.


1.       Emotion on every page. I go through and highlight the emotional words on the page: sound, scent, taste, see, feel, texture, imagery.

2.       Beginning hook/ending hook of each scenes are they strong enough to keep the reader reading.

3.       Backstory – too much--not enough.

4.       Characterization – is this character true to his personality or have I gotten off track.

5.       Story – did the story go where I wanted it too or has it meandered off course.
As you can see there are a number of things to consider. The time invested in writing the story can only be improved with a strong rewrite process. Take the time and discover that the story is even better than you initially thought.

Best of luck in your writing,


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Win, Win, Win

Drop on over to Coffee Time Romance to win not only books from me, but lots of other stuff from authors as well.

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To me it looks like a wizard's hat.

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Have a wonderful day,