Sunday, May 29, 2011

Riding in on Trees-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my "sweet" urban fantasy WiP.


Then again, there were bigger problems than how bedraggled she must look. “So this is all happening because of magic...trees?”

“I didn't believe it the first time, either," Adam said.

“This doesn't make sense. If trees are some kind of magic portal, why aren't there crowds of people here with shopping malls and a Starbucks? It's not like we rode in on the only two trees on Earth.”




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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Evading His Grasp-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my "sweet" urban fantasy WiP.

Dana threw up her hands. “Oh, right...magic. Of course.” 

She laughed, and then was promptly punished for her smug attitude by tripping over a smooth stone lying in the grass. Adam made a grab for her, but she righted herself and slipped out of his warm grasp. If she could wish male perfection into a dream, why couldn't she envision herself as the epitome of stylish grace with designer resort wear and a professional makeup job instead of limp, half-rinsed hair?




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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Alice's Rabbit Hole-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my "sweet" urban fantasy WiP. I skipped a week last Sunday to plug my hubby's new book, so as a reminder, when we left off 2 weeks ago, Adam had just let slip the mention of a woman...


Dana swallowed the feeling that his small correction involved a female he didn’t want her to know about, and wondered why it even mattered to her. “Someone brought you to my tree?”

“No, I have a tree, too.”

Alice's rabbit hole could not possibly have been more confusing.

“What do trees have to do with getting us here, anyway?”

“Magic.”




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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Slip of the Tongue-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my "sweet" urban fantasy WiP I'd been featuring until last week, when I plugged my hubby's new Kindle story. As a reminder from where we left off two weeks ago, Adam had told Dana that getting to the alternate reality she's apparently landed in was more complicated than merely wishing...


“So, un-complicate it for me,” Dana said.

Adam pushed his hands into jean pockets, and they resumed walking. “I’m not sure that I can. I've spent a lot of time trying to piece it together, but so far I haven't figured out too much more than what I was told.”

“Told...by whom?”

“By the wom—the person who brought me to the tree.”




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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Guest Sofia Hunt on Saturday's Sirens

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On select Saturdays I host guest authors from fellow house Siren Publishing. Today I'm happy to post an excerpt from Sofia Hunt's upcoming THE FIRST BRIDE.

Coming this Month to Siren’s Ménage Everlasting Line:

The First Bride
The Brides of Bachelor Bay #1
By Sofia Hunt
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Last summer I started toying with an idea for a ménage series based on a bit of Seattle history. First of all, to date I’ve been exclusively a contemporary author with 3 books published with Siren and 4 m/f books published under another pen name. I’d never tackled a historical, though I loved to read them, especially set in regency England.

The basic plot revolved around a group of 23 women who answered an ad in a Boston newspaper for brides wanted in 1860s Washington Territory. Washington didn’t become a state until 1889, so this was back when the area was first settled. My fictional town of Port Steele would be set on a beautiful bay on the east side of Puget Sound, literally across the water from Seattle. I pictured Bachelor Bay to be in the area of what is now Bremerton/Port Orchard/Silverdale. Since this series takes place during the Civil War era, men were scarce back east. The women who answered my hero’s ad were willing to leave civilization behind and journey to an unknown land in the hope of finding a new life and a new love. The Gallagher brothers, who owned a logging company and sawmill, placed the ad in order to pacify their lumberjacks who were threatening to leave because of the lack of women in the area.

Figuring there was safety in numbers, I talked to my good friends, Bella Grace and Eve Adams, to see if they’d be interested in joining me. The more we talked about the idea, the more excited we became. The three of us collaborated on characters, plots, conflicts, and threads that’d run through all the stories. I poured over old UW archives on historical logging and pioneer life in the Pacific Northwest.

Since Eve and I are currently published with Siren, we approached Siren/Bookstrand publisher’s with our idea. She loved it. I mean really loved it. Our publisher accepted the series into the Ménage Everlasting line, and Les Byerley did our gorgeous covers.

And The Brides of Bachelor Bay was born.

What started out as a three-book series blossomed into a six-book series. Depending on the sales, we might try for a nine-book series. The first three in the series will be released on Memorial weekend. We’re working on the next three books now.

I’m extremely excited about this series. Each book will average about 35,000 words and will feature one of the brides as the heroine. The heroes have various professions, such as lumbermen, lumberjacks, the town mayor, a Sioux Indian, a mercantile owner, and others. Of course, we have several villains, some who redeem themselves and some who don’t.

All in all, this series has been immensely satisfying to write. I hope you’ll pick up a copy when it’s released and escape to Bachelor Bay for an evening or two.


BLURB

Determined to protect her sisters from a murderous uncle, Lizzie Prescott answers a brides wanted ad. She and her sisters journey to 1860s Washington Territory, a wild land of towering cedar trees and brawny lumberjacks.

Logan Gallagher brought the brides out west for his crew, not for himself, but he can’t get the red-haired beauty out of his mind. His brother, Gage, harbors his own desires for the opinionated redhead.

Can all three of them find love together in this untamed land?

For a little background the series, here’s some info for you:

An ad placed in the Boston newspaper, circa January 1864


Come to a verdant paradise, where good men are plentiful and good women are few. We seek young, healthy women of strong moral character to hold honorable positions in our growing city, and most importantly, as wives to the men of their choosing.

A letter to the brides upon their arrival in Bachelor Bay

May, 1864, Washington Territory

Ladies,

Gallagher Logging and the Gallagher brothers welcome you to Port Steele on beautiful Bachelor Bay in Washington Territory.

You have chosen to embark on a journey rife with excitement to an untamed land of incomparable beauty where the trees are as tall as mountains, the water as blue as any sapphire, and the men outnumber the women fifty to one. To leave the comfort of civilization and the support of your families to journey west takes great courage, but you are all courageous women. Together we will write the history of Washington Territory and develop the foundation of future generations.

Thank you for joining us in our quest to settle this land. May you love well, live long, make your fortunes, and attain your desires.

Logan, Gage, Luke, and Noah Gallagher

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Sea Monkey Day and Other Weird May Holidays

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Weird Holiday Wednesday
The first Wednesday of each month I'll be posting a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. Enjoy!

May Holidays:

4th: Great American Grump Out
14th: Stay Up All Night Day (in my case, I celebrate this all year long while writing!)
16th: National Sea Monkey Day

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Private Parking-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I post a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of #sixsentencesunday.

I'd been posting from my urban fantasy romance ONCE EVERY SPRING, and I'll resume that next week. This time, I just HAD to toot a horn for my husband, who just released his first erotic story in eBook. So this week's SIX is from that short, PRIVATE PARKING:




Maybe it was the lateness of the hour, or maybe it was the oppressive summer heat, but Annette decided to see just where this text thing with Teddy was going. They had been friends for so long, what could some spicy flirting hurt?

Glancing around to be sure she was indeed alone in the garage, she undid the top few buttons of her blouse, adjusted her ample cleavage, and used her camera phone to snap a picture of her chest. She attached the image to a text message.


Still in the parking garage, about to drive home. Maybe this will help your “condition.”

She paused for a brief second before she let herself hit the send button, knowing this was going to cross a line.

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