Tuesday, September 10, 2019

My Hanukkah Story

The romance world is becoming more diverse, and Jewish characters add to the lovely tapestry of colors, religions, customs, sexual orientation and genders that today’s story depict.

As a Jewish author, some of what I write is considered “own voices.” By writing characters who are Jewish, like I am, I bring an authenticity to my stories that non-Jewish writers can’t necessarily achieve. But writing Jewish romance is more than just writing Hanukkah stories. It’s inviting Jewish characters to the table—into the small towns, the big cities and everywhere in between. It’s acknowledging there are more holidays than just Christmas—and I happen to be a Jewish author who LOVES Christmas romances, so no yelling at me, please—and that weddings don’t just happen in churches. It’s food and faith and funny anecdotes that come from years of experiencing the inclusiveness of my own religion, while also, at times, the exclusion of others.

So when people hear I write Jewish romance and they respond with, “You should write a Hanukkah story!” I smile and sigh. Although they’re only touching the tip of the iceberg, they mean well, and if people like reading Christmas stories, it stands to reason they’d like reading Hanukkah stories, too. 

With that in mind, I’m pleased to announce that I’ve written one, and that my publisher, The Wild Rose Press, has agreed to publish it this holiday season.

Since I have such a conflicted opinion about Hanukkah stories, why did I write one? Well, an author who self publishes decided she wanted to publish a Hanukkah anthology with eight other authors, and opened submissions to everyone. The stories had to be short—15,000 words or less—something I’d never done before. How in the world would I be able to develop characters, story arc, conflict and a satisfying ending in so few words? But after almost every author who knows me said I should enter a story, I did it. It was out of my comfort zone, but I was proud of what I wrote. As with all submissions, a lot depends on luck, and my story wasn’t chosen. So what to do next?

Well, I mentioned to my current publisher that I had this Hanukkah story that I’d written, asking if they had any holiday anthologies planned for next year—I really didn’t think anything was possible for this year. And after hearing about it, she told me she didn’t have one planned, but she’d love to see the story and potentially publish it on its own this year. 

This was in July. Hanukkah is in December. That’s not a lot of time, and I don’t want to publish less than my best just to make a deadline. But I trust my publisher and my editors. If they think it’s possible, they’ll do it, and it will be good. After some expanding of the plot and editing, I received a contract.

The story, Waiting for a Miracle, will be released sometime this holiday season (we’re still waiting on a specific release date) in e-format only. And despite my ambivalence about Hanukkah stories, I really do like this one. My characters don’t live in a bubble. Their neighbors celebrate Christmas, and the decorations, sights and smells are easily woven into the setting of my story. There’s a child and a pesky grandmother and food—three of my specialties—and of course a hot guy and a smart heroine.

The fact that everyone who hears I write romance with Jewish characters tells me to write a Hanukkah story means we still have a ways to go before we achieve full inclusiveness (ask any author of color and they’ll agree, as well). But in the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy this story, and I’m tremendously thankful to my team at The Wild Rose Press for once again, taking a chance on me.


Monday, September 2, 2019

The Empty Nest

I’m an empty nester now. Both girls are away at college—so far, both seem happy—and the house is big and quiet with just my husband and myself (and the dog, who doesn’t bark). We frequently pause during the day and stare at each other, joke about still liking each other, and wonder what our kids are doing.

We’ve been temporary empty nesters for years each summer while our kids were away at camp. Those summers were filled with activities and honey-do lists, and we jammed as much as possible into those seven weeks since we knew they’d be short-lived. 

But this time, it’s going to be our new normal. I’ll admit to being nervous. I haven’t been in a situation where my world didn’t revolve around my kids in almost twenty-one years. But I’m also excited, because I get to rediscover myself.

At first, I was creating lists in my head of all the things I wanted to do—clean out closets and bathrooms and stuff. Write. Visit people. But then I realized something. Entering this phase of my life isn’t just about what else there is to do. It’s also about who I am. It’s my chance to rediscover myself now that I’m older, supposedly more mature, and aware of who I am and who I want to become.  It’s the time for my husband and I to redefine our relationship as a couple, rather than as parents (not that we aren’t those, too). 

During the summer, we have our annual Rummy-Q tournament that we play each night at dinner. This year, for the first time, I won. But now that summer is over, we’re establishing new routines, like walking together after dinner on the weekends, checking in on each other during the weekdays with a call or a text—the days with him at work are long, and writing is a solitary endeavor (more on that another time). 

All of this is to say that this new stage is scary and awesome and challenging and fun. I'm excited to learn more about me. And in the meantime, how long should I go before I text the girls to find out what’s going on???


Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Welcome Jayne York

Jennifer, thanks so much for your invitation. Promoting a book, especially my first book is so much more difficult and time-consuming than I thought it would be. Generous authors like you have given me a leg up into the blog-o-sphere, and I can’t tell you how much it’s appreciated. 
As I said, “If Wishes Were Horses” is my first published book. Not the first I’ve attempted by a long shot, but the first I’ve taken from spark to completion. So, in thinking about the advice I’d give to anyone attempting this journey, it would be to think long and hard before you stick your toe in the water. Be certain that the story you want to tell means something to you personally and has some value to the world at large. It doesn’t have to be great literature or send a message with a trumpet fanfare. It simply has to bring something to light. 
The spark of the idea for “If Wishes Were Horses” and the cast of characters in it came to me fully formed. The story, though fiction, contains the gritty details of some of the people who’ve influenced my life and inspired me to take action when it would have been easier to keep difficult and painful things locked away. Those are the people who truly deserve to be heard. They are all heroes as far as I’m concerned. 
But the spark isn’t enough to tell the tale. I read everything I could get my hands on to help me but found the soundest advice on construction and the three-act format came from K.M. Weiland and her suite of books as well as the blog she publishes. I’d recommend her work to anyone just starting out. Her work helped this amateur condense and refine the elements of the book into a cohesive manuscript. I’d also say that there isn’t a single author out there who hasn’t benefited from the help of fellow writers who are willing to be honest with you. Don’t settle for being patted on the head.  You must be brave enough to be vulnerable and ask for help from someone more experienced than you are. 
In closing, again to new writers, be fearless, be vulnerable, and be dogged. Keep writing and don’t give up, no matter what.
Thanks, 
Jayne York

If Wishes Were Horses
By Jayne York
Contemporary Women’s Fiction
Published by The Wild Rose Press
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I've been an avid reader and sometime writer all of my life. I've never been able to resist the draw of a good story, and that has been true in my professional life as well. I was raised as the third of three children in the Colorado high country. Early on I discovered the joy of creating handcrafted jewelry, which led to a forty-five-year career as a professional jeweler. Every customer, every piece has its own story. I've collected them like pearls in a strand, and I often use them as a jumping-off point for the tales I tell. If you're looking for me, you'll find me on the shores of a northern lake, hammering away on my latest story of love and life in the modern world. ~*~ Find Jayne online at:http://www.JayneYork.com

BLURB:
Emily Converse never expected to return to Tamarack, Colorado. But she's determined to rescue her drug-addicted brother and start a new life. Standing in her way, she finds her stepfather, a powerful US senator, looming over her future like the ever-present monster he'd been during their childhood. Meeting wounded retired Navy SEAL, Michael McCandlis, is a steamy surprise in her homecoming, though he's adrift in civilian life. Together can they find a way to transform from victims to survivors?

EXCERPT: 
Once upon a time, she'd run away from Tamarack like her heels were on fire, and now here she was volunteering to step back into the furnace. What was the definition of insanity? Doing the same things over and over, expecting a different outcome. Like if she managed to change, be stronger, be smarter, things would turn out better—different. It wouldn't be that simple. She downshifted the Jeep to slow for the last of the S-shaped turns on the narrow ribbon of asphalt. The road led her past the pretentious granite columns that marked her stepfather's compound. She wasn't consciously holding her breath, but a trickle of fear dribbled down her spine just the same. Her molars ground together in determination. The past wouldn't decide her present, not ever again. In spite of herself, images of her last day on his estate flashed through her mind like the herky-jerky frames of a child's flip deck animation. Fear sharpened every visual, clarified every word, enhanced every touch. She'd run down the steps, racing for her car. He'd charged after her, smelling of alcohol and fury when he tried to stop her headlong rush toward an unknown future. They'd screamed out their mutual hatred, all the bitter dregs of their time together. She smirked when she remembered getting in the lucky shove that had landed him in a heap on the ground. It had been her first glimpse that Senator Ray Domenico was not the invincible, all-powerful monster she'd known him to be.

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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Welcome to J.L. Sheppard




Riding Hard

Hell Ryders MC

Book Four

J.L. Sheppard


Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance Biker Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: August 19, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-5092-2575-0 Paperback
978-1-5092-2576-7 Digital
ASIN: B07TZJZ6TF

Number of pages: 380
Word Count: 93073

Cover Artist: Diana Carlile

Tagline: What's luck got to do with it?

Book Description:

Biker Dave "Dodge" Roth has never cared about his bad luck with women. He has other things to worry about—paying off debt his ex accumulated and most importantly, raising his three-year-old son, Cullen. When a new neighbor moves in, his boy makes it impossible to ignore her. Hard to miss, she's beautiful, smart, sexy, perfect.

After her last failed relationship, kindergarten teacher Alexa "Lex" Millen has decided to do without men. She's bought her first home in a small town in California and remodeled it to her liking. Naturally, she's managed to move across the street from the world's biggest jerk. His son's adorable, but he won't mind his own business. If only her engines didn't rev every time he came around.

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Excerpt 1
“Fine. I’ll go with you.”
Going was her best option. When he took her home, she’d tell him why she’d avoided him and why the two of them getting together was a bad idea. Of course, that’d only work if he didn’t kiss her. So her plan—she had to keep him away.
He hesitated for a moment then released her.
“I have to say bye.”
She spun and made it half way around when his fingers gripped her wrist. He tugged, turning her to him again.
“You hear what I said before, Lex, or are you deaf?”
She clenched her jaw and fisted her free hand. Then the anger burning inside her spilled. “For an entire month, I sat in my beautiful house alone. That is, in between the times I got house visits from you being a jerk. I’m very angry with you for ruining the first fun night I’ve had since moving here.”
Her face flushed with each word. That heat crept down her neck and chest. “I’ve agreed to leave with you, but I’m not happy about it. I’m not anyone you can boss or control. I were you, I’d tread very carefully because quite frankly, I’ve had it with your insults, your cursing, your caveman tactics. Bottom line…”
She shoved a pointed finger in his face. “I’ve had it with you.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand away from his face, and squeezed. “I could control you, babe, you’d be sitting on my face.”

About the Author:


J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in South Florida where she still lives with her husband and sons.

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal, and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was first published in January 2013.

Website: https://www.jlsheppard.com       








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Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Welcome to Denise Carbo

When choosing the setting for Scent of BetrayalI had a few parameters I needed to stick with because it’s the second in a series and some of the foundation had already been established in Bloodlines, the first in the Shifters of Rishardseries. It needed to be set in Europe and it had to be a place accessible by water since the European clan’s primary business is ship building. After researching I settled on Glasgow, Scotland because of its historical significance to the shipping industry. Bethany, my main character has a home in the Highlands of Scotland. It is one of the most sparsely populated areas of Europe making it a perfect place for shifters to maintain their secrets. When you add in The Kelpies, two colossal statues of horse heads which represent horse shape shifters, my choice was clear.


Blurb:Wolf shifter, Davis Campbell is on a mission. His job is to babysit a woman from a rival clan. He believes all he has to do is get her back to Scotland. What he doesn't figure on is her possibly being his mate.

Bethany Leitner, an owl shifter, has been betrayed, attacked, framed, and left for dead. Trust in herself and others is hard to find. So when her self-appointed guardian begins to bark orders, she is ready to show her talons.

Excerpt:  Davis snorted. “Yeah, well, the little peacemaker tried to get rid of me when I didn’t kowtow to Aaron and the advisor. I don’t think she fully realizes the precarious position she and her clan are in right now.”
“On the contrary, I am quite aware, which is why I don’t see the need to make the matter worse by
antagonizing everyone around me.”
Davis slowly swiveled his head to meet Bethany’s glare. She stood in the open doorway to the bathroom with her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her dark gaze pinned on him. She’d changed into a blue dress. It accentuated her tiny waist, skimming just below her knees, allowing him an appreciative view ofher trim legs. Her pursed lips only accentuated the pink little bow of her mouth. He couldn’t help but imaginewhat it might be like to grab a taste.
An amused chuckle sounded in his ear. “She doesn’t sound very happy with you, Davis. Are you sure you want to stay?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Bio:   Denise Carbo writes Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Contemporary Romance. She is a voracious reader, loves to travel, is fascinated by the supernatural, and enjoys figuring out the culprit of books and movies before the ending is revealed.
She has a bachelor’s degree in Business Administration and Marketing and lives in a small, picturesque New England town with her high school sweetheart and their three amazing sons.

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Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Welcome Karen Hulene Bartell


Thank you, Jennifer Wilck, for inviting me to your blog! It’s a pleasure to chat with you and your readers about our writing craft!
I jokingly call our rescued “CAT”ahoula Leopard dog and three rescued cats my “MEWS.” The cats either lounge on my desk or my lap while I write, and the dog sleeps beside my chair on his bed, so I’m surrounded by my “MEWS,” but I wouldn’t say they inspire me.
I think everything we’ve ever read, seen, heard, and thought mingles and merges in our brains as we sleep or meditate. When inspired ideas crop up, I believe our minds recollect (re-collect) that information and reassemble it into the prose we write, but inspirationfor that reconstruction is harder to pin down.
For me, travel sparks inspiration. When I visit provocative places, encounter new experiences, sample different ethnic foods, and chance upon stimulating people, I’m inspired. Ideas flow. (I should’ve been a travel correspondent.) There’s something about traveling that takes me out of my rut and propels me into new realms of possibility. 
I’ve written some of my best concepts sitting in airports or hotel bathrooms at midnight (so I don’t wake my husband with the light). Being outof my element and innew environments stimulates my imagination. Traveling inspires me.
Each of my novels takes place in a different setting because as I visit those destinations, I’m infused with innovative ideas. I envision scene after scene, like vignettes flowing into the next and the next.
For instance, when my husband and I visited Key West, the colorful history of Key West, as well as its bigger-than-life residents, like Earnest Hemingway, stimulated me. I knew buried treasure, pirates, sea-turtles, and the keys’ raw beauty would have to play roles in my Mainstream Fantasy, The Keys: Voice of the Turtle.
A fun town that doesn’t sleep, the city island is a continuous party that starts at breakfast withcafe con leche,Cuban toast, and mimosas. The festivity runs throughout the day in bistros, pubs, brasseries, or munching on food-cart conch fritters and Key West pink shrimp scampi. It reaches full swing at Mallory Square’s Sunset Celebration with to-go cups in hand and then continues long into the night on a Duval Crawl.
Key West is a wide-open town that historically attracted pirates and wreck salvagers. Today, the island’s sheer beauty, tropical vibes, and distinct culture draw vacationers, sailors, sun-lovers, and mavericks, as well as real-estate developers and hoteliers, who also play roles in The Keys: Voice of the Turtle.
So what inspires me to write? Traveling to unique destinations, where I can experience a distinctive ambiance. The atmosphere sets the tone. Then the characters emerge, and finally a story unfolds.

THE KEYS: VOICE OF THE TURTLE BLURB: 
Hours after arriving in the Florida Keys to help her cousin Keya create a turtle preserve, Ruth discovers a washed-up body and not one, but two apparitions—Maita, the angry victim's spirit, and Bart, a swashbuckling ghost. Ruth's curious ability to connect with the ghosts may help them move on, but how?
Keya is in a probate battle over her turtle-nesting beach. Land-hungry relatives want it bulldozed and developed. Like Ruth, she has a special gift—she can talk to animals. Between Ruth's help and Keya's unique ability, they work to save the property, but is it too late?
Can Keya save her beloved turtles? Can Ruth find Maita's murderer or help Bart solve his 400-year-old mystery? There's more than meets the eye to Keya's land. Add in a dashing sailor who believes in her, and Keya may have more than she bargained for…

THE KEYS: VOICE OF THE TURTLE EXCERPT: 
“These nesting grounds are the reason I’ve fought to keep this property intact. If this beach is developed, the impact will destroy it, but fighting the lawsuit is expensive. I’d hate to sell this place to pay court costs.”
“But you said keeping the nesting grounds intact is only part of the reason you stay.” Ruth gave her a sympathetic smile. “What’s the rest of it?”
“Call it my legacy.” Keya stood up straight. “When I’m gone, I’d like this beach to remain as nature intended it…for the turtles. Since I’ve never had children—”
Earnestine meowed.
Keya grinned. “That is, except for my furry, four-legged kids, I’ve never had children. I have no one to leave it to other than who or what will make the best use of it. Conveying this land to the turtles would be my way of leaving the world a better place.” She turned toward Ruth. “Does that make sense?”
Ruth nodded. Her cousin’s intentions were clear. “But legally, how can you will the property to the turtles?”
“Easy. I leave it to the Turtle Refuge.” Keya chuckled as they meandered along the beach. “And this is where you come in. When you’re writing the brochure, add a few paragraphs about planned giving and charitable bequests…” Keya stared as if in a trance.
“What’s wrong?”
Her hand shaking, Keya pointed to a shady patch of beach half hidden by sand dunes. A lifeless hand lay tangled in seaweed, its fingernails broken and bloodied.

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Monday, July 29, 2019

Writer's Conference

I attended the Romance Writers of America’s annual conference last week. Well, attended should be in quotes, since officially, I didn’t register for it. Don’t worry, I didn’t break any rules. It was held in the Marriott Marquis and all I did was hang out in the lobby and meet up with friends for meals off site. Totally legit. 


Honestly, this was my best experience with that conference ever. The reason I didn’t attend officially was because there were only about two workshops that interested me (at the time I looked, so they may have added more) across the four days. Between the registration fee, hotel fee, commuting fee and food, it was a heck of a lot of money for two hours. So I passed on officially attending, although I’ve heard wonderful things from those who did attend and I’m sure I missed out on a lot by not going.

To start, I met two writer friends for lunch, Claire and Charlotte. We’d never met in person, only online, and it was great to put voices to faces. And luckily for me, their social media photos actually looked like them, so we recognized each other—a daunting prospect otherwise, when you’re scanning thousands of faces walking through the lobby! We had a great lunch and got along well. 


Afterwards, I hung out in the lobby for a while. I got to fangirl over Christi Caldwell, but played it cool while we chatted and joked about cutting in line. These conferences are great because really, authors are just like everyone else, and it’s fun to see them that way.

An agent who has expressed interest in the types of books I write recognized me and mentioned again how much she’d love to see something from me. That was tremendously flattering, and I’m working on it. I have no idea if it will fit in with what she thinks she can sell, but it was uplifting, and made me feel great.

While charging my phone at the shoe shine station—seriously, it was the ONLY place in the entire lobby where I could find a plug—I met up with another author in person. Kerry and I are also with the same publisher and have never met in person. But our personalities are similar and we were looking forward to seeing each other. Although it was only for a short time—although long enough for her to laugh at my location—it was fun, and I’m looking forward to the future when we can spend more time together.

Then I hung out with one of my critique partners while she was in between workshops/meetings. Laurie and I meet for coffee and shopping frequently, and she’s my plot genius, so whenever I have a problem with how to get my characters from point A to point B, I call her. We discussed #ownvoices and #diversity and she did me a HUGE favor (thank you again!). As usual, I left our conversation motivated and feeling great.

While waiting for a dinner engagement, I met and chatted with another author. Amy Andrews is from Australia, so while we didn’t discuss her books (but you should check them out), we did talk about her home country and sightseeing in New York. 

And finally, it was time for my publisher’s pizza party. Again, it was a lot of fun seeing Rhonda and meeting up with a whole bunch of people I know through our author chats but have never met in person. Peggy is just as much fun in person as she is online, and Jeny was so sweet! There were a bunch of others, the pizza was good (it’s New York, after all), and I’m so glad I went. Afterwards, Charlotte and I went for drinks before I finally came home way past my bedtime.


I’m so glad I went. Not only did I meet great friends, new and old, but talking to everyone, hearing about their feelings, which are similar to mine, solving problems and just drinking in the vibe, recharged my batteries. I’m so much more enthusiastic about what I’m doing, so grateful to my tribe for lifting me up and helping me, and I can’t wait to complete the projects I’m working on.