Aug
20
2011

Love and Lattes–Excerpt

With only 3 weeks left until Love and Lattes releases, I thought it might be time to share an excerpt. Enjoy!!

Elbowing her way through the crowd, Julia Walker finally reached the bar and attempted to flag down a bartender. She wiggled her fingers at the one nearest her as he walked by. Of course, he stopped at a woman further down and leaned across the bar to hear her order. As far as she could see, other people seemed to be trying the same tactic as her own. If the drinks lining the edge of the bar were any indication, all of them had apparently been more successful than she had.

Sighing, Julia propped her head in her hand and resigned herself to the fact she wasn’t likely to get a drink anytime soon. In a normal setting, people looked right through her. Why had she thought the bar would be any different?

Why is coming to the club fun?

Maybe if she was tall and blonde, with her breasts bursting out of her top like so many of the other women she saw around the bar, she’d stand a chance of being noticed. But, with her straight black hair falling slightly above her shoulders and a dress only providing a hint of what hid underneath, she simply couldn’t compete.

She surveyed the dance floor from her position at the bar but couldn’t make out her friend anywhere in the sea of people. Julia had never been to Oasis before, even though there were only three clubs in the neighborhood. Her friend and roommate Tali had sworn she’d stay by her side so Julia wouldn’t end up standing alone and bored the entire night. But where’s Tali now? They’d gotten separated almost as soon as they’d entered the bar, with men naturally flocking to Tali’s side, hoping for her attention.

The club was inside the gates of Meadow Ridge, so all the customers were either born and raised in the Meadow—which meant they were stinking rich—or they were students from the local university like she was—which meant they were dirt poor and barely scrimping by on meager student loans. Tali fell easily into the first group and Julia did not. Somehow, they’d remained friends regardless of the difference in their bank account balances.

Julia turned away from the dance floor and back to the bar. She needed a drink soon. She was already dehydrated from the hot, sweaty club and hadn’t even danced yet. Sending her most award-winning smile directly at the bartender, she waved her hand again. He looked right past her to the girl in the see-through dress, which may as well have been non-existent for all the coverage the flimsy material provided.

A man in a dark blue button-up shirt suddenly blocked her view. “Hey,” he esaid, smiling at her with perfect Hollywood teeth, bending down until his mouth brushed her earlobe. His warm breath caressed her delicate skin. “You look like you could use a drink. Can I get you one?”

You could get me more than a drink, I’m sure.

He must have been about six feet tall, with the most gorgeous sandy-brown hair. His features were sharp and defined with a strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones. Even though she could tell he was only a couple of years older than she was, he looked far too distinguished to be mingling in a club full of students and twenty-something singles. The warmth of his breath at her neck sent a tingle along her flesh.

“You can try.” She finally found her voice enough to answer him. “I haven’t had much luck yet.”

“What’ll you have?”

“A Cosmo.”

He leaned across the bar and instantly a bartender wandered over to take his order.

How’d he do that?

She couldn’t hear his words over the sounds of music pounding through the club, but moments later a frosty martini glass filled with bright pink liquid was at her lips. The tart cranberry instantly quenched her thirst as the heat of the liquor quieted the butterflies in her stomach.

“Thanks,” she shouted, hoping he could hear her over the noise. She reached into the small clutch she’d brought filled with essentials and pulled out a couple of neatly folded bills. Before she could offer them to him, he put his hand on hers, shaking his head.

She should have insisted on paying. She wanted to pay. But the moment his hand touched hers, every thought she’d ever had vanished. The only thing she could focus on was the heat of his touch. His hand lingered on hers and she would swear she could feel actual sparks firing against her skin. Does that really happen to people?

She’d read plenty of romance novels that talked about the chemistry—the spark between two people—but she’d always thought an actual spark sounded a bit farfetched. Stuff like that didn’t happen in real life, did it?

Her eyes sought his, finding the most interesting kaleidoscope of colors she’d ever seen. Flecks of blue, brown, and green intermingled to create eyes she wanted to stare at forever. “The next one’s on me.”

“There’ll be another?” He gave her a teasing grin.

Oh, damn. She began to sweat and wondered if her assumption about another drink had been completely wrong. When he’d bought her this drink, he was probably just trying to be nice to the poor, thirsty girl at the bar. He most likely had a girlfriend somewhere in the club waiting for him right now and wondering where he was.

“No, I didn’t mean that. I just wanted to repay you for this drink since you were so nice to buy me one. That’s all. I’m sure you have someone else to buy you the next drink, so you won’t need me too. Of course it’s not like you need anyone to buy you a drink, I’m sure you can afford to buy your own drinks—” She shook her head and sighed under her breath. Damn it. At the ripe old age of twenty-two, she still couldn’t speak to men without getting flustered.

LOVE AND LATTES, A Meadow Ridge Romance is available now for pre-order HERE for all formats and is available everywhere else on 9.10.11!

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Aug
16
2011

Looking Back at RWA National Conference in NYC

It’s been 6 weeks since the RWA conference in NYC and what a 6 weeks it’s been! I thought it might be a good idea to do a little wrap-up of my very first RWA conference experience for anyone interested. So here’s my thoughts, for what they’re worth.

1. If you’re debating about whether or not it’s worth the price to attend the conference, the answer is simple–Hell, yes! The conference is worth it’s weight in gold.

I wasn’t sure about the conference. It seemed like a long time to be away from my family and a bit of an expense when I’m only just releasing my first novella, but it was so close to home, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. The workshops, pitching, meeting other authors, listening to speakers and presenters at meals…any one of those would be worth going and for the one registration price, you get all of them!

I attended as many workshops as I could and most of them were wonderful. There were a few I went to that weren’t what I expected, or were covering information that I already felt I knew, so I left and found a new one to go to. Hearing best-selling authors speak and realizing that their process is just like mine was very motivating. And meeting authors that I’ve become friends with online was a thrill!

**You know what? I even spoke to one of my favorite authors while waiting for a workshop to start…She’s a best-selling author! They attend workshops too! Who knew?

2. If you’re debating about pitching, DO IT!

Pitching was an experience. Whew, I’m still glad it’s over. LOL. But I wouldn’t go back and miss it for anything. I was excited for the opportunity to pitch, but nervous as hell. The whole experience is daunting and a little terrifying, but it builds character and you shouldn’t let the fear of what it will be like stop you from doing it. I was afraid, but I did it and boy am I glad I did!

Directly because of my pitch at RWA 2011, I scored my agent, Jill Marsal, and an editor’s request for a full plus two outlines for sequels. Whether or not it pans out with that editor (please, please, please work out…) I still got my agent because I pitched. I wouldn’t have her if I hadn’t spend the money to go to the conference or if I hadn’t sucked it up and swallowed my nerves long enough to pitch. Exactly one week from my pitch appointments, I had an agent!

3. No matter what stage of your career you’re at, if you can make it to a conference, it is worth your time and money for too many reasons to discuss in one little post by me.

That’s my two cents for what it’s worth. I’d love to hear about your experience at the conference! Was it worth the time and money? What did you love most? What did you like least? If you pitched, how did you do?

 

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Aug
14
2011

Six Sentence Sunday 8/14

It’s Sunday! Woot! Click HERE to check out the other authors participating this week.

This week’s snippet is from my wip Star Struck. Our hero has just met our heroine for the first time.

She was even more stunning up close—her long hair a mess of auburn waves and curls falling down to the middle of her back. Small twigs and little flecks of grass sprouted from her head as if she’d barrel-rolled down a tall hill on her way to him. She wore a long, flowing sundress and sandals that looked like she should be on the beaches of Maui instead of in the middle of Central Park.

“Sorry,” she said. Her gaze met his and he could tell instantly that her eyes were most likely her best feature, even if he couldn’t make out the color. There was a quality about them that captivated him, making it impossible to break her gaze.

 

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Aug
10
2011

Coming Soon!!

LOVE AND LATTES is on the Silver Publishing coming soon page!!! SQUEEE!!! I can’t believe it!! I’m so excited. I’m even a little teary…

CLICK HERE TO SEE MY PAGE!!!!!

Double squee–LOVE AND LATTES IS AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER!!! I want to faint…

 

*happy sigh*

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Aug
03
2011

Ask an Author: Lindsay Klug-How She Learned Patience

Thanks for coming to read another great Ask an Author interview! This time I have the fabulous Lindsay Klug here. She’s a fellow Silver Publishing author and a great writer.

Heather: Thanks, Lindsay, for coming to answer questions for me today! So let’s get started.What’s one thing you wish you would have known before you got published?

Lindsay: One thing? Gosh, I could go on for hours here. I suppose it would have to be the patience required in the process. You wait and wait, and wait some more to be accepted. And then you get the contract, do a little happy dance, pop a bottle of wine to drink yourself into a fantastically euphoric state. The next morning, you wake up hung over and realize hey: now the real game begins. It’s the edits, cover art, proofs, finals. Just the edits alone can take a month, depending on how long your manuscript is. Going line by painstaking line is horrendous, and let me tell you something. When I opened the document and saw all the red, my heart exploded in my chest. What a feeling. The thing to remember is they’re only trying to make your work the best it can be. Never take it personally.

Heather: That’s very important advice to remember. The editors you work with just want to see your book in the best state it can possibly be in before they send it out into the world. But it can be hard to remember that in the moment when you’re knee deep in edits! So, before edits and cover art, there’s the actual writing of a story. Do you plan out an idea before you write or do you just fly by the seat of your pants?

Lindsay: A character will seep into my brain and plant a seed quietly, ensuring it lays deep in the folds of my brain before they sneak out. From there, I let the idea fester for about a week or two before I set my fingers to the keyboard. The character drives my story forward.

Heather: I always find it fascinating to learn how people come up with their ideas! Festering seeds in your brain is a new one! LOL! On to my next favorite question. What quality do you love most about your hero and heroine?

Lindsay: They’re strong, stubborn, and imperfect. My heroine can (guaranteed) make it on her own without anyone or anything to help her out. The hero is a compliment to her.

Heather: I LOVE strong, fierce heroines who can take care of themselves. Isn’t that how we all want to feel? And a hero that compliments her instead of contradicts her is the stuff fairytales are made of! Characters are really what make or break a story for me. How do you come up with names of titles and characters?

Lindsay: The main character comes to me with a name. The secondary’s are where I have an issue. That’s why baby name websites come in handy! Until the story is complete, the manuscript sits on my desktop titled as the main character’s name. Titles are next to impossible for me.

Heather: I love baby name websites too! I have a few favorites that I hit all the time. I love that your main characters always have names right away. I wish I could say the same is true for me. I’m a real mix. Sometimes names are the first thing to come, and other times it’s a real struggle to find the ‘right’ name. Last but not least, the most important question of them all… If you could be any animal, what would you be and why? (Silly, I know. LOL!)

Lindsay: I’d be a cat. They get to lay around all day and sleep, have a constant food supply, and their toilet is cleaned by someone else. What a life.

Heather: A cat would have a great life anywhere except my house where they’re likely to have toys dropped on their heads, eyes poked, and be dressing in build-a-bear clothes. Currently, our dog fills this role! Poor Indy…

Thanks again, Lindsay, for stopping by my blog today and answering all my silly questions. It was fun having you here! Best of luck to you with your new release What I’ve Learned!


What I’ve Learned blurb:

Abigail Jones is a former prostitute who buys her freedom from a Mexican cartel boss and forges a new life. Secure in the knowledge that she’s escaped her past, Abigail’s world falls apart when her brother’s head is delivered to her in a brown paper box. And when the cartel boss sends an assassin to take her life, Abigail can’t deny the danger she faces.

Encumbered with her brother’s infant son and gripped by fear, Abby shares her story and the evidence her brother accumulated about the cartel to the police and finds herself abruptly thrust into Witness Protection. Beginning a new life as Quinn, the recently divorced mother of little Paul and middle school guidance counselor, Abby is moved to a quiet neighborhood with quaint houses and white picket fences.

While Abby struggles to recreate herself and tries to focus on conforming to the rules of the program, not to mention life with a small child, the cartel continues their search for her. And although life seems to slowly return to some form of normalcy, little does Abby know that her past is slowly closing in on her.

If you’d like more information about Lindsay Kulg, which you should because she’s awesome, click on the links below!

Links:

http://lindsaysbooks.webs.com

http://lindsaysbooks.wordpress.com

http://twitter.com/infidelqueen

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lindsay-Ks-Author-Page/187702457906751

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