On Novel: My Writing Process with JC Layne

On Novel: My Writing Process

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Author JC Layne

 

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You know that quote from a poem by Robert Burns that says, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry?” For me, this quote says it all!

The following diagram explains my writing process:

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Usually, the story comes first and then the characters develop as I write. The story may begin as a passing thought or idea and then it grows; i.e. I knew a production studio could be a wonderful setting for character interaction. Don’t be surprised if some characters take on a bigger role than planned!

I start with a high level outline of the story line, jotting down ideas like major scenes, ideas or events that I want to happen in the story. I don’t use any specific structure when I write, I’ve found that everything flows better if the story organically develops. I’m very left-brained about things and if I have a strict outline, I feel like I have to force the story into that box. The result SUCKS!

My characters guide my story to where they want it to go. None of my books have ended up like I expected. Initially, I fought where the characters were taking me when writing Perfect Timing, but ultimately, they won out. That book and Missing a Beat turned out much darker than I intended. Parts were difficult to write, but I think the stories ended up better than my original ideas!

I like readers to know characters’ quirks, humor, their habits, etc. Most start with a blank slate, but for certain characters, I may have a strong idea of what they will look like. For instance, Mitch in my Back on Track series looks like a particular musician that I love.

I keep a list of all characters and their details. Physical attributes like hair color, eye color, height, etc. Then, other attributes like nervous habits, laugh, facial expressions. Finally, anything I’ve mentioned like parents’ names, birth dates, ages. I learned the hard way that not keeping track as I go causes a lot of wasted time to find details.

People ask if there are specific places or times when I write or if I have rituals or quirks. I write when the creative juices are flowing, whether that’s at lunch on my day job or in the evenings. Some days, I couldn’t write a sentence if I had to. I just walk away, rather than get frustrated. When I write, I do talk to my characters…and yes, they talk back. So, either I’m not very stable, or my characters are pains in the ass!

Advice for new writers:

  • Don’t force anything, let your imagination work.
  • If you’re blocked, walk away, then come back to it. Again, don’t force it.
  • Just get it down on paper! Don’t leave it in your head. Getting something down is better than forgetting the idea. It doesn’t have to be good…it just has to be captured.
  • Pay the money to have your work edited. Not just read through, but edited. You’ve put your heart and soul into it…let it be correct. Books that have typos and grammar issues detract from the story. There are some reasonably priced editors out there. (If you need an editor, please shoot me an email and I’ll give you my editor’s info.)
  • Find a great cover artist! Covers are the first things the reader sees. (If you need a cover artist, shoot me an email and I’ll give you the info for mine.)

 

I am an indie author. I haven’t ventured into the world of publishing companies, sadly because I’ve heard so many horror stories. Perhaps one day I’ll give that a try, but right now, I’ll stay self-published. Whatever you choose, be true to yourself. This is your baby…don’t forget that.

 

Feel free to message me on Facebook or email me if you have questions. Good luck on your future venture! Kick ass!!!

 

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Author Bio:

J.C. Layne is a relatively new author with three books under her belt so far. A bit of an author conundrum, she has a very left-brained degree from the University of South Carolina and spends her days swimming around in numbers. But, her right brain demands to be heard…and now it is! For 12 years, J.C. has interviewed bands and written articles and CD reviews for various music publications. Her love and knowledge of music combined with her love of books led her to write fiction about hot rock stars and falling in love.

 

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Buy links:

https://www.amazon.com/Face-Crowd-J-C-Layne-ebook/dp/B0743LHK7T/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1504721354&sr=8-1&keywords=jc+layne%27

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35914392-face-in-the-crowd?from_search=true

https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=j.c.+layne

Website/blog:

www.authorjclayne.com

Social media handles:

www.facebook.com/authorjclayne

www.twitter.com/authorjclayne

www.facebook.com/jclayne

 

*Thank you Jennifer, I really enjoyed reading your article. There are real diamonds for any author, aspiring or published.

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On Novel: My Writing Process with Elaine Dodge

I love reading about another author’s writing process. Not only does it make me feel sane (because sometimes there are some weird things I do while writing) but I also gain useful tips that help in how I approach some of my writing projects. On Novel: My Writing Process is a writing tips series I’m going to be running throughout August, September and October with guest posts from authors sharing their experience. If you’re a novice the series will definitely benefit you. So without further introduction, here’s the first guest post from Elaine Dodge.

 

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On Novel: My Writing Process

Author Elaine Dodge

 

Rabbit trails. I would have to say rabbit trails – if I was asked where I find my ideas. Inspiration is everywhere. Pay curious attention, do good research and everything can lead to a great story idea. That’s not to say though that the research you do today will have any bearing on the story you’re currently writing. But, file it away, make a brief note on it and let it brew.

When asked about my actual writing process, I tend to laugh as I don’t really think about it. But having been asked to think about it here, I realised I write short stories and novels in completely different ways.

I’m currently part of a short story challenge. Perhaps it’s the fact I’m a content creator by profession, where word counts are essential and not up for debate, that I love the constraints of the challenge. Others rail against the prompt, the word count and the deadline. I have no idea why. Where’s the challenge if there are no constraints?

I approach these tales the same way as I do my ‘Running the Bathwater Stories’. These are a series of short stories which I write under one strict, self-imposed rule. After turning on the taps, I must sit down at the laptop, with no story idea in my head, and start writing immediately. I must complete a tale by the time the bath is ready. My bath does admittedly run rather slowly. It takes about fifteen to twenty minutes to reach an acceptable depth. I can edit, but not change the actual story, any time after that.

When I write for the short story challenge I basically do the same thing. Although, to be honest, in this case, I don’t start writing till I have the idea. But that idea, based on the prompt, is usually as simple as ‘blinding sunshine’. The prompt in that case being, ‘Coming Undone’. Then, I sit down and start writing. I seem to instinctively write short stories in the first person. I’m working on that.

The only tale in this short story challenge I didn’t do that with was one entitled ‘A White Lie’. As it was based on Scott’s expedition to the South Pole, I wanted to make sure I had all my facts right first. It was fascinating.

Novels, however, are a different herd of elephants, although I often approach the first chapter in a similar way. A thought, the spark of inspiration and then the ‘let’s see where this leads’ and off I go. Occasionally, these can begin as Running the Bathwater Stories, but if I like the ideas that start to flow once the writing begins, I may find I have a whole novel sprouting in my head. Or at least the possibility of one. So, I keep going. When I’ve finished the first, or in some cases the first three chapters, and I’m convinced this may be something worth pursuing, I stop and go back to the beginning.
I write a list of all the characters I’ve thought of so far, doing character sheets for all the important ones.
I open an Excel spreadsheet and begin to plot the book. I try to figure out the ending as soon as I can. I didn’t do that with my second novel, ‘The Device Hunter’, and it threw me off kilter for about a year. I had to rewrite the entire second half of the book. So now, I have a hard and fast rule; Know thy ending first.
Then I begin the research. I end up with thick files full of facts, useful in ways I may not have originally intended.
Once I have enough to work with though, I carry on writing the book, doing whatever extra research is needed along the way.

For both short stories and novels, I try to apply other rules to myself:
Every word counts. Only use as many as necessary. No fluffing around.
Stop using so many commas. A failing of mine.
The last line must be memorable and leave people thirsty.
The first line must be a goodie, hook the reader in. Can it carry more weight, show location and character? Can it hint at theme? Can it give a taste of the ending of the whole book without giving the ending away? Can you use the first two lines as a double whammy?

The first lines of that ‘Coming Undone’ short story…

He seriously missed mirrors. And occasionally, Carly Simon.

 

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AUTHOR BIO

I was born in Zambia and went on a round the world cruise with my family when I was four years’ old. We moved to Zimbabwe where I grew up and set on my own round the world adventure a few years after I left art college. I’ve been in South Africa for the last thirteen years and although I’ve travelled haven’t managed to get more than two countries in at one time.

At college, I trained as a designer and after a few years segued into advertising. When I came ‘down south’, I moved into television production. I had always wanted to ‘make movies’, but that didn’t seem to be a door that would open for me. Writing TV proposals for international broadcasters however, did open a door. One I hadn’t realised I’d been camping outside of all my life – writing fiction.

I decided I needed to devote myself to writing. In order to do that I am now a freelance website creator and copywriter. The theory being that working from home, and for myself, will allow me to plan my days so that I have more time to write my books.

 

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Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/Elaine-Dodge/e/B00H2EK45S/

Website: www.elainedodge.weebly.com

Running the Bathwater Stories: http://elainedodge.weebly.com/runningthebathwaterstories

Short Story Challenge: http://elainedodge.weebly.com/12-short-stories-in-12-months

 

Author Interview/Feature with Marie Dry

Today I welcome fellow ROSA Marie Dry to my blog.

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1. Tell me a bit about yourself.

I have been writing since I was seven years old and making up stories every since I can remember. When I was about eleven I discovered my sister’s romance books and I never looked back. They were category style romances written in Afrikaans and the library couldn’t stay ahead supplying. I love to travel and I lived in Zambia, Morocco and Spain and did short tours to Mozambique, Portugal, Brazil, Italy and Zimbabwe. I’m a bit of a couch potato and love reading and watching television. My absolute favorite thing to do is writing the stories of the characters living in my head.

2. What inspires you to write?

Everything. Movies, conversations sometimes even a look on someone’s face. I love the people in my head who plague me to write their stories all the time.

3. What project are you most excited about right now?

I am excited about several I have written and are editing. I wish I could clone myself and do them all at once. Next up is Alien Betrayed and can’t wait to get back to it and finish editing. I have also written a gargoyle story and one about a very arrogant but endearing dragon who walk into a camp of dragons who refuse to accept her as one of them.

*Ooh gargoyles and dragons!*

4. Which authors are you currently hooked on? Any recommendations.

I love Nalini Singh and read each and every book that she puts out. Jayne Anne Krentz has been an auto buy for me since I was in high school. I have almost all her books, even the ones she wrote as Jayne Bentley. Sherrilyn Kenyon, Kristen Ashley, Kresley Cole, G.A. Aiken, Shelley Laurentson and so many more.

5. If one of your books could be made into a movie, which one? And why?

Maybe my first book but only if time and money is spent on a good script writer. I have noticed that most romances does not translate well to the movie screen. Or rather are not made into good movies.

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And here’s an excerpt:

Slowly, slowly, she turned her head.
Red, devilish eyes stared at her with unblinking menace from the mouth of the cave.
Natalie froze. The most savage gaze she’d ever seen followed her trembling hand as it crept up to cover her vulnerable neck.
He growled, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
The temperature dropped, as if the very air was terrified. The sound of the wind, slapping against the canvas over the entrance, died as the alien continued to stare at her, sitting with his hands still tied to the wall.
Her mind screamed at her to move, to get dressed, to render him unconscious once more. Anything but stand there frozen, with her hand against her throat. His gaze traveled down her body to settle on her bare breasts. She could feel the heat of his eyes, searing her flesh. At last, her muscles obeyed and she dived behind the stack of crates. Drawing her knees to her chest, Natalie closed her eyes and pressed her back against the boxes.
I tied him up, he can’t hurt me.
She peeked around the corner of the containers, straight into his unblinking red eyes.
“Uh, hello?” She waved hesitantly then cringed. “Um, excuse me while I, um—”
Hiding behind the boxes again, she fumbled for her knitted blue sweater, slipping it over her head before pulling on the thick woollen pants. Resting her head on her knees, she closed her eyes for a moment then dried her palms on her thighs. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, then stood up and walked around the stacked boxes.
He watched her every step, like a predator stalking its prey. His nostrils flared, as if he could smell her from such a distance. Could he hear the sound of her heart, beating in intense panic, as well?
What did one ask an alien? Especially one you’d clobbered and tied up?
“Do—do you speak English?” She barely heard her own voice over the pounding of her heart in her ears. The cold, in the surrounding air and rising up from the floor of the cave, seeped into her bare feet until her knees ached. She reached for her boots, never taking her eyes off him.
His expression didn’t change.
If only she could believe he was more scared of her than she was of him. This alien, this male didn’t fear anything, did he?
Desperate to get her boots on, to feel less vulnerable, she moved to sit down on the cave floor, but her sore muscles protested and she lost her balance. The empty boxes scattered as she tried to right herself, her bum landing with a faint thump. She half expected the alien to start laughing at her clumsiness, but he only continued to watch her with his intense gaze.
Natalie retrieved one of the scarred leather boots and jammed her left foot inside, only to realize it was the wrong foot. She hastily jerked the boot onto her right foot and reached for the other one. As if she wasn’t frantic enough, his gaze, following her every move, was making her more self-conscious.
“Well, do you? Speak English, I mean?”

Buy Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Alien-Mine-Marie-Dry-ebook/dp/B00L4ROV0S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1403535171&sr=1-1&keywords=marie+dry

You can find Marie here:

http://www.mariedry.com

Guest Post by Leigh Hann

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Inside These Lines welcomes fellow ROSA member, author Leigh Hann. Leigh joined ROSA a month or two after I did. We were the newbies and I instantly had a connection with her because of this. We learned the ropes together and around the same timeframe got our first book contracts. So it gives me immense pleasure to introduce Leigh Hann and her first release, The Beauty of Freedom to everyone.

Take it away Leigh!

Inge, Thank You so much for having me, allowing me to ramble on and on about my story! I’ve had the privilege to be a beta-reader on one of Inge Saunders` novels which is set to be released very soon and I can tell you-she is one talented writer! Loved her writing style and story.

Being with someone in a relationship and not returning the love-it’s heartbreaking.

Rejection becomes nauseating. Betrayal tears your heart into pieces. Heartache consumes you and clouds your logical thinking. Anxiety takes over spitting you out on the other side leaving flesh and bone to dissolve with time.

I grew up among people be it family members or friends of friends, divorce was the next best thing in town. What happened to old fashioned love? Was it ever viable or was it mere an illusion decade after decade? What really happens behind closed doors? What happens within a partner’s heart when deceit has hooked its nails into your flesh and lies are the only thing you can come up with?

I’ve observed people where the one has given his or her whole heart to their spouse, but the love could not be returned. Be it due to loving someone else, adultery or just not seeing eye to eye-the other half is guaranteed to be left with a broken heart and scarred soul.

Lea truly loves Connor, yet not on a conscious level where she can meet him. Connor unfortunately became too comfortable within his own mind thinking Lea will automatically follow his mindset. Bill has a rude awakening when he meets Lea, not knowing or being able to explain exactly what he experiences when they are within close proximity, yet something deep within him stirs, not once being able to release her. He has to have her and within time challenges the journey to find out what it is about her.

Divorce within my own experiences has always been such an ugly word. Immediately you cower your head and see blackness when the subject is raised. But what if the people directly involved truly loved one another, may it be on different levels or the same. Then again, sacrifices had to be made, because no matter how deep the love grew, there is always someone who can’t stand being the cause of hurt and turmoil. They’d rather suffer and endure circumstances than riding off in the sunset with their other half.

 

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BOOK BLURB.

Lea Finley’s daily routine begins with meditation. Today, though, she cannot focus. There’s something blocking her efforts. She and Connor have been married for five years. Though she might not have the perfect marriage, her life seems peaceful. To prioritize her head, she decides to go on a short trip. Lea is a strong believer in living your passions. She paints for a living and believes strongly in her spirituality. But when she meets Bill Hammington, confusion hits her between the eyes. Lea is on an emotional rollercoaster. She is drawn to Bill, but at the same time she battles with guilt over Connor. After all, Lea is not ‘that kind of a woman.’ She does not believe in cheating. Through all darkness and turmoil, there is beauty, love, forgiveness, and laughter.

EXCERPT.

“When you see the one you love with somebody else.

When the one you love does not recognize you or acknowledges you.

When the one you love walks by hand in hand with the other and he sees you standing there, but he chooses to ignore you because it make the hurt much less . . . For who?

Sadness and heaviness consumes your heart.

A piece of lead stuck in your chest and a lump in your throat.

Anxiety rushing through your veins and stinging you.

Confusion and anger, but all give in to the mercy of hurt.

The ultimate betrayal.

Why does he not choose you?

Why can he not see you?

Why can we not be together?

Since you are the perfect match.

Oh God!

Nails grow on your fingertips. You put your hand to your chest and dig in to rip out your heart, because the pain is unbearable.

Pools of tears well up your sockets and break through the wall pouring down like an angry waterfall, only to give no relief.

Your chest closes up; muscle spasms choke you from the inside and force the life out of your body.

 You scream for some relief, only to plump down to the floor with no voice.

Staring out in front of you and whispering softly to the wind- Please! Dissolve my body and make me disappear. Please- I beg for mercy from this monstrous hurt.”

The Beauty of Freedom is available on Amazon as eBook and will be released in print within approximately 9 months’ time.

Here is the link:

http://amzn.to/1qIiDEU

Readers can find me on my website and Facebook.

http://www.leighhann.com/

http://www.facebook.com/authorleigh.hann

Guest Author Alissa Baxter

The-Blog-Affair coverIt`s always exciting for me to host a fellow ROSA, as well as Decadent  Author . Alissa Baxter`s blog got me hooked on her writing and ideas, so it`s no wonder that her latest offering, The Blog Affair did the same *smile* So without further introductions, I`ll let Alissa tell you more about herself and her new novel.

Inspiration for The Blog Affair

My contemporary romance with a chick lit flavour, The Blog Affair, has just been released by Decadent Publishing’s Ubuntu line – a new line that focuses entirely on African romance and stories set in Africa.

When I was in my mid-twenties, I moved to the beautiful city of Cape Town. Being single and dating gave me plenty of inspiration for a novel. Anyone who’s been on the dating scene knows that there are sometimes so many frogs out there that it should be called a dating pond rather than a dating pool! And so I decided to write a book set in Cape Town about a young woman fresh on the dating scene in this coastal city. My main character, Emma Bradshaw, has certainly kissed her fair share of frogs in life, and she decides to start a blog about these so-called “serial datists” to better understand why she keeps falling for unsuitable men… And so her online adventures begin, with consequences she would never have expected!

I am excited about the format of the book which combines blogs and instant messaging, and illustrates how technology has changed the way we communicate with each other. On the one hand, social media is a very open platform where people often reveal intimate details of their lives. There is also a more secretive side to online communication, however, where people can post their innermost thoughts anonymously. It was exciting to examine this brave new world in which we are living and to create a fun story centred on it.

Any readers out there who have ever grappled with the dating habits of the male of the species will, I hope, enjoy Emma’s story.

BLURB:

Twenty-something South African Emma Bradshaw has a pattern of falling for unsuitable men and starts a blog about these so-called “serial datists”. Her search for new beginnings takes her to Cape Town, where she gets a job working for sexy author, Nick Reynolds. Romance with her boss is a no-no, but slowly, Nick works his way around her defenses. Trust him, or not, especially with her awful track record with men?

When an anonymous male reader of the blog challenges her on her ideas about the male species, Emma realises she must confront her past and find her true self before she can move forward…and love can blossom again in her future.

Alissa BaxterAUTHOR BIO:

Alissa Baxter was born in South Africa, and grew up with her nose in a book on a poultry and cattle farm. After school and university, where she majored in Political Science and French, she published her first novel, The Dashing Debutante. Alissa travelled to London, England, and did an odd assortment of jobs while researching her second novel, Lord Fenmore’s Wager, which she wrote after she moved back to South Africa and settled in Durban. Alissa then relocated to Cape Town where she wrote her third novel, Send and Receive, before moving to Johannesburg, where she currently lives with her husband and son.

BOOK EXCERPT:

 

“For the past few weeks, she had been thinking a lot about changing her life, and had been toying with the idea of creating her own blog so that she could clarify her thought processes. She’d always kept a diary, and a blog, in a lot of ways, was an online diary—with the added benefit that she could interact with people online. The idea of venting her emotions in cyberspace was appealing, and in some way, symbolic of letting go…. And she certainly needed to let go.

She went through the blog registration process, and then frowned at the blank screen as she contemplated what she should write for her first post.

After a few moments, she started typing.

PENELOPE’S PANTRY

…A PLACE FOR YOU TO POINT OUT YOUR VIEW

Serial Datism

The first time I ever met a serial datist, I was nineteen years old. At that age, I wasn’t capable of recognising the warning signs of this particular species of the human male. Needless to say, I got burned. Badly.

Serial datism is a concept I’ve been pondering recently. And it’s something I hope to examine in this blog. Any comments from readers are welcome, therefore, as I attempt to shed light on a variety of the dating male that has me completely bemused.

The best way to do this, I’ve decided, is to debate in an open forum—where I, and any other participants in the discussion, can flick on the switch, in a manner of speaking, and illuminate the matter.

I attract serial datists, and so it is perfectly fitting that I should introduce this topic into cyber space. But this doesn’t mean I’m an expert at identifying them. You see, the tricky thing about serial datists is that they aren’t easily defined.

They come in many shapes and sizes and forms, and they may even mutate! They can start off in one form and end up in quite another shape and size within a small space of time. And therein lies their danger.

Okay—to introduce myself. I’m Penelope (well, that’s one of my names) and this blog is called Penelope’s Pantry, because like Penelope from ancient Greek mythology, I’ve had loads of suitors in my life.

And the pantry part? Well, a pantry is a dark storeroom, and this is where I hope to stockpile my thoughts and feelings and emotions. On neatly stacked shelves, of course. I’m a fanatically neat person, and like things to be tidy.

So let’s start at the very beginning (my ordered mind demands this) with a definition of a serial datist: He is a male who, like a bee, goes from one woman to the next, landing on each female blossom for a short period of time. When he leaves, he stings them.

But unfortunately, unlike a bee, a serial datist doesn’t die after he stings. He goes on to sting again and again, and the only way to kill him is to swat him, or stomp on him with your heel. Or leave out a bowl of sugared water in which he can drown. But, on second thoughts, I think the latter technique is for ants….

Be that as it may, before anyone starts wondering whether I’m a convicted killer, I hasten to assure you I am not. I’ve certainly felt a strong desire to stomp on the various bees that have entered my life, but fortunately for these creatures, the thought of killing causes me to break out in hives. Therefore, it is only a fantasy I have indulged in from time to time.

Now that we’ve cleared up the fact that I’m not a murderer, I would like to point out that the bee who delivers his nasty stings is the real killer in the scenario. Why? Well, it’s obvious. He kills your feelings, and leaves your emotions bleeding to death. Some more pedantic readers out there might point out that bee stings don’t cause you to bleed. So what—I’m using it in a figurative sense.

But, and here I’m not being figurative at all, bees can make you swell up. Besides the fact that their stings can cause you to comfort-eat, it is possible to develop a life-threatening allergy to them. And I’m afraid that’s what’s happened to me. I am allergic to serial datists AKA bees AKA Emotionally Unavailable Men.

But I’m jumping ahead of myself. That is simply one of the categories of serial datists. According to my calculations, there are at least four others.

Allow me to list them:

1) The afore-mentioned Emotionally Unavailable Male

2) The Wannabe Player

3) The Commitment-Phobe

4) The Bad Boy

5) The Misogynist (before he finds a woman to control)

I will be examining each category in more detail later. But in the meantime—any comments from readers on what I’ve already expounded are most welcome.

Posted by Penelope on Tuesday, July 8 at 08:32 p.m.”

SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/alissa.baxter.writer

Twitter: https://twitter.com/alissa_baxter

Blog: http://alissabaxter.blogspot.com

Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1146980.Alissa_Baxter

Website: http://www.alissabaxter.com

RETAIL LINKS:Here are the retail links for The Blog Affair…

http://www.amazon.com/Blog-Affair-Ubuntu-Alissa-Baxter-ebook/dp/B00G4T13ES/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382629266&sr=8-1&keywords=the+blog+affair+alissa

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Blog-Affair-Ubuntu-Alissa-Baxter-ebook/dp/B00G4T13ES/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382629248&sr=8-1&keywords=the+blog+affair+alissa

And here are the shortened links (I used bitly):

Amazon.com:

http://amzn.to/18PXh1c

Amazon.uk:

http://amzn.to/1fY6J6Y

Guest Author : Kathy Bosman #giveaway

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Inside These Lines welcome`s fellow Decadent Pub author Kathy Bosman.

I met Kathy when I joined ROSA (Romance writers` Organisation of South Africa). It`s been a pleasure and truly learning experience as Kathy was one of the first people who guided me with my first novel set to come out next year.

Now enough with the introductions. Here`s Kathy!

This is my third blog post on my first blog tour for Dragonfly Moments. I’m giving away a $10 Amazon card and five bags of dragonfly swag (ooh, it’s a secret what’s inside.) The swag bags are wonderful for those living in the US as I’ve slotted in some SA recipes and a bit of info about the setting of my book.

Why dragonflies?

Dragonflies are whimsical, colourful, artistic little creatures. My heroine loves art. She’s even opened up her own art gallery. Her paintings reveal the inside of her soul sometimes, even when she’s not aware of it. When Ryan comes into her gallery, he sees himself in her latest painting. He then knows that she hasn’t forgotten him because he hasn’t forgotten the letter she wrote to him seven years ago, professing her undying love for him.

Tessa wants to push Ryan away because he makes her feel for the first time in years. She’s also in a serious relationship with a man who would be perfect family material. When that relationship starts to crumble, Ryan becomes a friend, more than a friend. Yet her obsession with starting her own family makes her push him away.

Ryan uses the dragonflies he sees in a painting she paints for him to show her that memories make a life, not just stability. Dragonflies don’t live long but they’re beautiful. Some experiences in life are short but special. We need to treasure them.

This is a love story about love lost and found and letting go of a dream that holds one back from true happiness.

Blurb:

Seven years earlier, a young and serious Tessa Calitz wrote a letter to free spirit Ryan le Roux promising her undying love. As time passed she forgot about that letter…but Ryan did not.

When he walks back into her life, Tessa is in a relationship and busy setting up her art gallery in Johannesburg. She has plans to start a family, and the arrival of Ryan throws her for a spin. He is the worst thing that could happen to her dream of stability…or is he?

When everything she clung to starts to crumble, Ryan is right beside her to inspire her to greater things. But her compulsion for having marriage and children on her terms alone pushes Ryan away–until she falls in love with an orphaned baby.

What can Ryan do to make Tessa realize that being with him is what her heart has longed for all along?

Excerpt:

“You’re making a mistake, Ryan. Coming in here and trying to bring up the past. It’s too late now. I’m committed to Mark and have found a life for myself. You never wanted me then. You loved Annie.”

“I didn’t love her. I loved you. And you promised forever….”

His voice was resigned, and then he winked at her as if to dispel the tension. It did no such thing.

The letter at the back of the sketch had promised she would love him forever, hadn’t it? She had believed she would never love anyone as much as Ryan and that he showed her what true love was.

“You never loved me.” She dropped her gaze onto her lap. “We were just good friends.”

Pushing up her chin to pretend that her heart wasn’t zinging with emotion, she started to walk toward the one wall to adjust a painting. He grabbed her hand. She tried to pull away, but he firmly pulled her close.

Heat and energy radiated off him and his manly scent encompassed her. Even his breath was a sweetness she wanted to drink in. She took in the shape of his face, his mouth which drooped slightly to the left, his skewed jaw line and the prominent cheek bones. His eyebrows were dark and perfectly shaped, and he had such long eyelashes. Yanking her burning hand away, she made sure her back was facing him.

“I was blind to the true treasure. All the time when I was going out with Annie, I really wanted you, but I couldn’t do that to her—dump her for her best friend. I’ve loved you for years, Tess. I’ve been trying to find you. No other woman has measured up, and I’ve had several relationships. And you’ve become so beautiful.”

She faced him, her mouth partially open, devoid of words. He’d loved her? Why didn’t he tell her then before it was too late?

His gaze followed her from head to foot, and heat branded her face while a spark ignited her body.

“But I wasn’t then. You thought I was ugly. You must have because Annie was so beautiful and you never looked at me.”

“I did. Besides the kohl and black clothes, you were adorable, especially in your pajamas.”

Tessa wasn’t usually one to blush easily, but fire lapped up her whole face and neck. “But the way you used to look at Annie. She had the most stunning legs. Long and muscular.”

Ryan smiled. “You have better legs than Annie.”

She pulled back. For a moment, he had her in a trance. Maybe she should leave Mark and pursue this. Jump right in. No, of course not. Who was Ryan now, anyway? She hardly knew him. He could disappear again. Mark cared for her and he was the perfect match to build a family. That’s all she needed.

Author Bio

Kathy loved reading and writing from early childhood, but her dream to write books was put aside until her kids were small, and she had little mental stimulation. The writing became a passion as well as her love for romance. She hasn’t looked back since writing her first romance novel in 2007. She homeschools her three children so in between deciphering algebraic problems for her teenage son (with little success), conducting science experiments, and tackling piles of laundry and dishes, she miraculously finds time to write books and read many others for fun.

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