Showing posts with label Roxanne St. Claire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roxanne St. Claire. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Writer's Kiss of Death

Always keep reading. It's a stalwart mantra, one that's been drummed into me - and rightly so - by published writers, colleagues, agents, and editors on multiple platforms in the last four years. You'd think this would be a no brainer for the woman who, as a girl, would walk home from grade school nose deep in a book. And who, present day, has been known to snatch a paragraph or two at a red light. Yes, I pay attention to red lights. Occasionally, I even wave at them as I go by...

Books. They do a body good.
I was the kid who read by flashlight long after my parent's patience had ended and Light's Out! echoed down the short hallway from their bedroom to mine. In the fifth grade, I stacked The Outsiders upright behind my textbook to read during Mrs. Luxembourg's class. Oy, what a harridan. In the eighth grade, I hid the burgeoning covers of my old skool romance novels face down on my stack of books to, unsuccessfully as it turned out, avoid getting mocked for my reading material. If I start reading a book at 9 o'clock with the avowed intention to ONLY read for an hour, I know I'm deluding myself, right up to the 2 AM mark when I turn the last page. I will fight sleep, snap at loved ones, ignore my cats when wrapped up in a good book. I always have something on me to read, usually more than one item too, and to leave my house sans a book or magazine is equivalent to going out without my girdle - if I was a 1950s housewife.

Here is my shameful confession: I haven't read a book since April. Hello, my name is Kiersten, I am a bookaholic who has not read a book in three months.

Oh. The horror.

Reading is essential. Yes, all right, it's fundamental too. Yeesh. But for a writer, not reading is the kiss of death. Reading enriches writing; by experiencing the excellent - and occasionally seriously crappy - writing that is out there right now, particularly in romantic fiction (the excellent part, not the crappy) (tho I guess that's there too), one hones and shapes one's craft. I whole-heartily subscribe to this philosophy.

And yet. See above.

The Leaning Tower of TBR
I read a review today on Heroes and Heartbreakers for Loretta Chase's upcoming new release Scandal Wears Satin and realized to my chagrin that despite my mad worship of her writing and books, I have yet to read Silk Is For Seduction, her first novel in this series. It teeters on the top of my leaning tower of TBR along with Carie Lofty's Flawless, Zoe Archer's Devil's Kiss and Roxanne St. Claire's debut contemporary Barefoot in the Sand. I salivate for these books. Not to mention that an unbroken binding is like the wag of an accusing finger from the publishing world. What is my dang problem?

Well, there's the fact that I'm gutting the center of the WIP and restructuring the arcs all of which must be done by RWA Nationals. As you can see by the ticking countdown clock to the right, that outstanding event is coming lickety split, hence my impending aneurysm. And then there's the Internet, specifically social media. I'm never not hooked up to something, even if it's only the caffeine-fueled IV in the crook of my arm that goes by the name of Twitter. Sleep. Sleep comes into play from time to time. I gots skillz, baby. Mad skillz. But even I need to sleep or so I'm told. I should just have my sleep removed and be done with it, but then my Id might manifest in the form of a green oversized demon who could then kill and destroy everything in its path, except - no, wait - dammit, Whedon already beat me to that. Of course, there's Lost Girl and my recapping duties therein, but really, when I think about it, it actually helps infuse what sleep I get with lovely, wolf shifter related dreams....what?! Finally, there's guilt. Oy, da guilt. Every time I plan to read a new book, I think of all the things I should be doing instead, like, say, one and two and three above.

What really sux is that I am deeply missing out. Missing out on excellent stories and storytelling. Missing out on juicy word choice and complex characters. Missing out on honing my craft by examining the paths of those who go before.

Is there something you like to do, something you not only enjoy but is also essential to your work in one way or another, that you're not doing? How do you deal? Leave a comment. Win a book. It's that easy.

Standard disclaimer applies. They make me say that. Images courtesy of Google Images.

Friday, November 11, 2011

SEAL of My Dreams

Image courtesy of www.sealofmydreams.com.
On Veteran's Day last year, I wrote about my Dad-Dad's story of when he arrived home from World War II, and a Peanuts cartoon, and Flanders Fields. Two months later, I revealed how the word "embellish" takes on new and amazing meaning in the hands of a master spinner like my Dad-Dad. The man's a piece of work, I'll tell you.

For Veteran's Day 2011, I'm shilling - and I couldn't be happier to be doing it

I am, on a regular basis, extremely proud to be a member of the romance writing community, no more so than today when I can tell you about SEAL of My Dreams, an amazing anthology put together by some of the leading romance writers of our day, as you can see by the names listed on the cover to the right.

Oh, that cover! When Bin Laden was killed, this photo (posted in full below) was featured with a New York Times article on Navy SEALs. If a picture is worth a thousand words, well, this one was worth a thousand sighs as women all over took one look and went "Wow". It's been featured regularly on ManCandyMondays ever since, basically whenever I can find the slightest excuse to work it into the theme of the week.


SEALs are the elite warriors of the Navy, men whose training and abilities are the stuff of legend - only this is real life. They are living, breathing, walking heroes though they'd be the very last ones to label themselves so.

 
They are men worthy of our admiration, our gratitude, and, in the case of SEAL of My Dreams, our imagination.
 
It doesn't take much for writers to be inspired and this photo was enough to spur a cadre of them to contribute stories to SEAL of My Dreams, (a title I regularly misrepresent as SEALed for Your Pleasure [Freudian much?]). Look at those names! Christie Ridgway, Cindy Gerard, Tara Janzen, HelenKay Dimon, Roxanne St Claire - only a few of the bestselling romance writers names who contributed original stories to this book.

But what elevates SEAL of My Dreams and its authors to amazo levels is the fact that proceeds from its sale will be donated towards veterans medical research. Our brave men and women who stand on the front lines and the back lines and all the lines in between in defense of our nation and its people are coming home with physical and psychological injuries that few of us will ever be able to completely understand. They need our help, now more than ever.

As a small contribution to the cause, I'll be giving away a Kindle or Nook digital copy of Seal of My Dreams to a commenter here at Two Left Shoes as well as buying one in print for myself.

Leave a comment and tell me about a veteran in your life, or perhaps a military themed book that you enjoy (I'm extremely partial to Suzanne Brockmann's Troubleshooter series), or what story you're most looking forward to reading in Seal of My Dreams. Contest is open until 5 PM Monday, November 14, 2011. I'll post the winner on Tuesday. UPDATED 11/15/11: Extended through to Friday, November 18th at 7PM.

Last year on Veteran's Day, I linked to this column by Aaron Sorkin, creator and showrunner of my beloved The West Wing and the great Sports Night. Read it now, or again as I did, to get a tiny glimpse of what our soldiers are going through, the pain and suffering our military men and women continue to endure long after they've come home.

Finally, a few links that will give you some first-person, behind-the-scenes accounts of how Seal of My Dreams came to be: 

An interview with Christie Ridgway, who first tweeted the seminal photo that started it all and spearheaded the anthology.

An interview with Cindy Gerard.

An interview with Roxanne St. Claire where she talks about her nephew, an Army Ranger (Rangers lead the way!).

And the Navy SEALs themselves, or at least a post on their official blog that features SEAL of My Dreams.

Our safety, our freedom, continues to come at a high price, one that will never be paid in full.

Veterans, I salute you.

Hoo Rah.



Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Romantic Suspense Royalty: Roxanne St. Claire

They say romantic suspense isn't selling. They say romance publishing today is all about paranormals and steampunk and historicals and the mighty resurge and reverb of young adult fiction. "They" like to say a lot.

Try saying any of that to Roxanne St Claire. No really, try it. I dare you.

Courtesy of Amazon.com
I'm a huge fan of Roxanne St. Claire. If I was a woman who squeed, I'd be a squeeing fan grrl. I dove into The Bullet Catchers series like I was breaking a fast and sped read through her backlist like it was require reading for RWA (it might be). Also, she has the best titles. A three book series entitled, respectively, First You Run, Then You Hide, Now You Die

Total title win.

Roxanne's books are exciting, engrossing, and seriously hot. Her characters meld larger than life experiences with totally down to earth desires. And hold onto your arm chair because the pace is quick and the plots thick. I always read her books in one swift sitting, unable to put them down until I hit the last page. Best, she inspires me as a writer challenging me with every new novel to be a better one.

I mean, the woman originated her new series in Boston and this Jersey girl still thinks she rocks. Trust me, that's big.

Courtesy of Amazon.com
Today is debut day for Roxanne St Claire's new romantic suspense novel Shiver of Fear. This book #2 in her Guardian Angelinos series following last fall's Edge of Sight, not to be confused with the 80s soap opera of the same name that I loved unreasonably in my early adolescent youth (Preacher. Sigh.). Face of Danger, the third installment, will join the class on April 26th

Look! Cover flats! Ooooh.

But who better to sum up the Angelino's mission statement than Roxanne herself? From her web site:

The Guardian Angelinos are a Boston-based family that flies under the radar of the law to solve crimes, save lives, protect the innocent, and take down the guilty. This team of rule-breaking, risk-taking, wave-making siblings and cousins aren't afraid to get into the face of criminals as one of the toughest, grittiest security and PI firms around. This close-knit clan of protection, investigation, law enforcement, technology, weaponry, and legal experts all have one simple creed: The good guys win and the bad guys get the holy hell kicked out of them.


Courtesy of Amazon.com
You're going to love these books. I kid you not. I'm even willing to put my money to my mouth to prove it. Methaphorically speaking.

Leave a comment and tell me what you think of romantic suspense novels. Love 'em? Meh 'em? Give me some good reasons. If you're a fan, name your favorite authors that we may not squee with you. I'm so sure you're going to love Roxanne St. Claire's Guardian Angelinos, I'm going to start one randomly chosen commenter off with a free copy of Edge of Sight, Guardian Angelino Book #1, newly nominated for a RITA award in the romantic suspense category (for the uninformed, that's the Romancelandia Oscars so it's a big 'effen deal.)

I'm a proud writer of romantic suspense fiction and follow haltingly in the assured footsteps of kick-ass writers like Roxanne St. Claire who continue to weave intricate, engrossing, sizzling hot stories of men and women falling in love on the cusp of danger. Rock on Rocki.

Leave a note. Win a book. It's that easy.

Happy Reading!

BONUS: Do not miss the Edge of Sight prequel to see how it all really began, a free download on Roxanne St. Claire's web site. Why yes, I will link to it again. 

Disclaimer: I was not at all given any incentives to tout these books. But if you want to send an Angelino after me, I wouldn't say no to Marc Rossi...no matter what he asked me to do.