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Blog Diva - Saturday, October 03, 2015

He stepped forward, but hesitated to touch her. Instead, he pushed down on the bumper to make his car bounce slightly beneath her. “Hey! What are you doing in here?”
Her eyes opened, light blue and eerily familiar, they focused on his face, rounded in surprise. “Oh!” She scrambled into a sitting position and used her arms and legs to push herself into a corner.

He stepped back, not wanting to terrorize her. “Who are you? What are you doing in here?”

“Oh, shit.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Get out of my car.”

She looked around, looked at him, took in the rows of neatly organized camping gear lining the shelves on the wall. Two bicycles and a motorcycle were parked in the garage space to her right. A rake, shovel and broom were hung up by pegs on the wall to her left. He wanted her out, and she appeared to be taking inventory. What was she looking for?

“Get. Out.”

She looked straight at him. “I’m a time traveler.”

“Not funny. Just get out of the car.”

She moaned and wrapped her hands around the sides of her neck, clearly upset. “Look. I’m sorry, Luke. That came out wrong. I know this sounds totally crazy, but you have to listen to me.”

“How do you know my name? Have you been following me?”

“Ummm, yeah. But I swear it’s not what you think. I’m not some crazy stalker. Uh, well, I guess I was, technically, stalking you today. But I don’t normally do that.” Read More

Rose By Vanessa Vale

Blog Diva - Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The kitchen at six in the morning was akin to what I remembered of busy Chicago intersections—crowded, loud and slightly dangerous. With ten women in the house, there was never quiet, never any peace. It was the same, day in and day out. Dahlia bickered with Miss Esther about how the bacon should be cooked. Poppy stood behind Lily and styled her blond hair in another inventive creation. Marigold set the table with a loud clatter of dishes, eager for her meal. Hyacinth sat at the large table humming placidly to herself as she sewed on a button. Iris and Daisy were most likely still asleep or at least taking their time in dressing as to avoid morning chores. I paused and watched the hubbub, shaking my head at the claustrophobic feel in the room.
Nothing had changed. The room had not changed since the first day we’d all arrived from Chicago sixteen years before. Besides being older, no one had changed; our personalities were as varied as ever. Except me. I’d changed. Why did everyone irk me? Why did the house suddenly seem so small? Why did my sisters seem so grating? Why did I feel like I was being suffocated?

Wanting to escape, I dropped the armful of wood into the bin beside the stove and walked right back outside, and started across the grass to the stable. I took deep breaths of the cool morning air in an attempt to settle myself. It was too early to be riled, especially from just the normal morning routine.

“Rose!” Miss Trudy’s voice carried all the way to me. There was more than physical distance between us; there was an emotional separation as well. I stopped and turned back with a sigh, tucking my unruly hair behind my ear. The woman who’d raised eight orphan girls, myself included, held up a folded cloth. “If you won’t eat at the table, at least take something with you.”

Her hair was up in a simple bun at her nape of her neck, the gray in her red hair bright in the sun just breaking over the mountains. She was still beautiful, even with the fine lines that showed her age. As I mounted the steps to take the food, I saw concern in her green eyes, but refused to speak of it.

I smelled the biscuits and bacon and my stomach rumbled. “Thanks,” I replied, with a semblance of a smile on my lips.

“Where will you be?” she asked, her voice calm and placid. She never shouted, never raised her voice.

No one went off without sharing their whereabouts, for dangers abounded the ranch and all of Montana Territory beyond. Read More

Mardi Maxwell: Soren's Bondmate

Blog Diva - Wednesday, September 30, 2015

He crashed on her frozen planet. She risked her life to save him. He needs a compatible female She needs a worthy warrior. She claimed him while he slept. He’s awake now and things are heating up.

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Blog Diva - Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Visions of a mysterious and gorgeous stranger plague American Jilian Stewart. She is sure they’re brought on by her Scottish father’s death and the stress of her mother’s deadly paralysis. But when the stranger appears in her father’s house, clasps her to his chest and yanks her from Scotland into a magical battle, she finds herself ensnared in a fantasy otherworld—trapped by treachery and family secrets and opposing the one man who can make everything right.

That night, alone again, Jilian heard him breathe.

A cool mist wafted over her, tingling against her skin as she listened. His breaths came fast and circled all around her.

The mist contracted and began to spin like the tendrils of a galaxy.

From the center of the whorl he emerged—tall and bare-chested, tawny blond hair framing high cheekbones and steel-gray eyes.

“I need you.” His voice was deep and certain. “Come.”

The haze spun into a hypnotic rhythm. Her heartbeat echoed, intensifying with the swirls of vapor and her fear.

The heartbeats, the mist—too fast! She was caught, trapped…

He held out his hand to her.

Jilian opened her eyes and shot up on her cot. Read More

Interview – Behind the Scenes With Jewel Quinlan

Blog Diva - Tuesday, September 22, 2015

1. Why do you write in this genre? What drew you to it?

Writing contemporary was kind of an accident, I actually favor Paranormal and Fantasy. But, I had found a contest online where the challenge was to write story based on a song that inspired me and I chose the song Patience by Guns N Roses. So I ended up writing a story about a rock star, of course. That one was titled Rock Star Ex and has been one of my better sellers. I’m working on a sequel to it right now.

2. How many times did you submit a manuscript to a publisher before being accepted for the first time?

I was rejected a couple of times before my manuscript was accepted. After each one I went back over the story and did what I could to make it better. It’s amazing how many things you will find to improve if you come at it again with fresh eyes. Thankfully it was only a matter of months, not years, before I received my first acceptance email.

3. Do you have any rituals or routines for when you sit down to write? (drink tea, certain time of day, cat in your lap, spin around three times before writing, etc.) We would love to know.

I like to make a relaxing cup of herbal tea and then the next thing I do after that is log in on my timesheet. I have a sheet where I keep track of my time and what I did with it every time I sit down. It has helped greatly to increase my efficiency. Read More


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