Dani Wade – Finding Her Rhythm- Novel Feature

Thanks for having me here, BC. Very cool place with lots of interesting nooks and crannies (I’m totally gonna have to check out episodes of Vaginal Fantasy Hangout – love, love, love Felicia Day).

Going new places and meeting new people are things I love about being an author. You see, I’ve spent the first 25 or so years of my life as a true introvert should: avoiding crowds and keeping my nose in a book. But from the moment I joined my local writing group, the new experiences started and haven’t stopped. Both virtually and IRL I’ve been a lot of places I’d never usually go and done a lot of things this introvert never dreamed of doing. Attending conferences with thousands of people and meeting people and making small talk – a concept that used to make me hyperventilate. Before writing I’d only ever been to 2 states, but with fellow authors I’ve visited the nation’s capital where I was recognized as a finalist in a prestigious national romance writing contest, attended workshops by editors and authors in New York City — a place I’d never wanted to visit before and now can’t wait to go back. Some authors that I’ve become very close to since I started writing 10 years ago even dragged me with them to Scotland, which is a miracle considering how much I’m afraid of flying.

But those are tame compared to the experiences I’ve had through my stories, published and unpublished. Through my books I’ve been a nurse, an administrative assistant in a wedding gown design firm, a bookstore owner (fulfilling a dream there), and even a vampire. I’m a twin, and one of my upcoming publications features a heroine who is a twin determined to find her missing sister. Introducing others to that unique aspect of my life, and letting them experience parts of it has been exciting.

In my newest release, the heroine was a nanny. Now, I’m a mom, so I know about raising children, but these children were special. First, they were teenagers – I’m almost, but not quite there. And these children were way too well behaved, so the book is definitely a fantasy.  J  Second, they were the children of a rock star. I’ve never met one, but through my heroine, Taylor, I did. He wasn’t as much of a stage hog as I expected. But Michael Korvello is dark and intense. Creative (in more ways than one). And lonely in a way I never imagined someone with so much attention could be.

Every part of being a writer has taught me so much: how to learn from people, how to listen to my instincts, how to overcome nerves, and mostly how to have fun! And just like the introvert in me was able to visit places and do things through books, now I have the joy of creating those worlds myself and opening them up to readers of my own. Which is, I must say, a really cool job!

 What’s the coolest place you’ve been or person you’ve met (in or out of a book)?

One commenter will win an Amazon or B&N gift card!

Thanks for having me, BC!

Dani Wade

Finding Her Rhythm:

Struggling after the death of her parents, Taylor let her hormones lead her into the biggest mistake of her life. Now she has a dangerous ex who still wants to own her and a desperate need for safety. What could be safer than her new job as a rock star nanny? Except now she’s locked herself in with a man who is potentially more dangerous…to her heart.

Michael Korvello has a dominant nature and a lonely heart that he keeps firmly under wraps. His kids have suffered enough for the mistakes of his past. But his new nanny has those dark desires howling at the gate. The only thing keeping him in check is the fear lurking in those brilliant green eyes. Can he earn her trust, and the right to transform all her desires into reality?

Just when neither can deny their need for each other, Taylor’s ex shows up like an unlucky charm, intent on taking back what he considers his…even if he has to destroy Michael’s world to get to her. Can two kindred souls protect the passionate love they ache for from an outsider bent on ripping them apart?


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Kill Me Now! by Lawrence Fisher – Novel Feature

Indie authors wear a lot of hats. None more important than others but one in particular could be considered the life source (other than the writing) – Promotion. In order to make sure that long toiled upon work is appreciated, we sometimes have to rely on our friends (or friend’s acquaintances) to help us along.

Aren’t you in competition with this person though?!

Rubbish and absurdity. Indie authors have more of a symbiotic relationship with each other than a competitive one. If one of us benefits and flourishes from the assistance of another, then we all do. In that regard, I’m going to extend to a fellow writer my followers (assuming any of you continue to put up with my odd absences and off-the-wall ramblings).

The author will also be giving away two copies of his book, tour-wide. If you want to be entered into the drawing, leave your email address in the comments section.

Meet Lawrence Fisher, author of Kill Me Now!

Website: http://killmenow.org

Kill Me Now! is about Lawrence, a man in his late 40s dodging bullets deep in the dating battlefield while searching for the ONE. In Kill Me Now! Lawrence tries to decode the signals of his enigmatic opponent, often resulting in his hasty retreat. Why is she resting her head on her hand?
Is she bored? Or is she interested? He finds himself in many humorous situations where he has no idea what he is doing and no idea how to maneuver through the skirmish. Trapped in the epicenter of the courting conflict, the motivating thought that sustains him is his strong belief that somewhere out there, she awaits. Join Lawrence as he painfully stumbles through the mating minefield in search for his SOULMATE while silently wishing that he was elsewhere. Be warned, you will laugh!
BC Brown Exclusive Excerpt:

February 2: A Steep Learning
No date again, woe is me! How many of us have sat at home wondering why we don’t have a date? How many of us have gone to a bar to look for a girl, found someone interesting and just froze? What should we say to her? What is a good pick up line? Questions, questions, questions!
Those of us who know how to use the internet instinctively say, “Google it!” In the search tab, you type in, “how to pick up girls” and hope for the best. You then receive a plethora of websites offering you information from the best of the
best. THE experts! Or so you assume. One site says there are plenty of people who are good at picking up girls, but cannot explain their art. If they cannot explain, then what good are they to us? Do they describe which girls are they trying to pick up? What kind of girls were these, real or imaginary?
One night, I decided to try a line from one of those websites. Me, myself and I, the holy trio, decided to go to a bar. A stunning brunette caught my attention as she eyed the crowd. Somehow she managed to avoid eye contact with me. I walked up to the lady, took out my iPhone, and hoped it impressed her.
I read off my iPhone, “Baby, I’m no Fred Flintstone but I can make your Bedrock.” OK, I agree with you. That is a lame line.
She leaned toward me seductively and said, “Go Google again!” Was she being rude to me or not? I still have no
idea. I think she had learned the true art of diplomacy, which is the ability to tell someone to go to hell so that he actually looks forward to the trip.
It is very important to make a good first impression. The first impression is vital. It is difficult to correct a bad first impression. Oh, the pressure, the pressure. There is only
one chance to do it right!
Going up to a girl at a bar saying, “What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?” will probably earn you a
smirk. Not only is the line antiquated, but it seems to work only in the movies, and sometimes not even there. The only time I tried that line, the girl said it was her bar and that I should not refer to it as “such a place”.
Oh, what should I do? What should I do?
The internet provides contradicting information. What’s new? When we search for something in our field of expertise,
we understand whether it sounds right or not. But if our
understanding is close to zero, how can we define what is right and what is not?
Somehow I need to hone my non-existent skills. Somehow I need more practice. Somehow I need experienced friends.
Looking at my friends and hearing their stories, I wonder, does experience really help?
Oh, crap! Kill me now!
Lawrence has been out on countless dates in search of his

soulmate. Like most people he has found himself in many strange situations. However, he found that he could see the humor in each situation. Lawrence is a single guy in his late 40s. He has worked in computers and education for about 25 years and also holds a personal fitness trainer certification. He currently lives in Tel Aviv, Israel. Lawrence Fisher spends his days writing software tutorials and his nights in the endless search for the ONE. Will he find her? Or will there be book two out?

A Touch of Darkness

As authors we look for tons of avenues to exploit promote our work. We Facebook, Tweet, Linked In, Google+, Blog, Guest Blog, Host Blog, Conventioneer, Book Tour, Skywrite, trap people in grocery market checkout lines… ANYTHING to make sure the world knows about our works. Today’s post is a shameless plug for myself. It’s on my first paranormal mystery in the Abigail St. Michael Novels.

A Touch of Darkness, An Abigail St. Michael Novel
(Available in Print, Kindle, Nook, & Smashwords)

Abigail St. Michael, a former cop, has joined the recently growing ranks of metaphysicals, individuals with abilities outside that of normal human nature. When a murderer stalks her town killing children, Abbey uses her ability of touch clairvoyance to hunt him down. Her only roadblock is that her murderer seems to have his own unique talent, the ability to ‘wipe’ his victims and their surroundings of any metaphysical energy. With little physical evidence and no supernatural evidence, Abbey is forced to rely on instinct and luck to solve the case. However both Abbey’s luck and instinct seem to have taken a permanent vacation as the victims keep piling up with the killer’s escalating blood lust.


“This evocative novel presents us with a unique way to see relationships, all the while giving us an innovative, candid eye on the seemingly normal world in which we live.” – Bibliophile (Amazon Customer Review)

“Quite a good mystery . . . a little romance . . . good characters . . . good writing style!” – fhm513 (Amazon Customer Review)


Du-du-du-du: You are now entering a place, another dimension, known as The Twilight Zone…
The police had speculated that Irving Schleck had been mugged and then shoved down a flight of subway stairs not far from his home. These brilliant deductions by our fine men and women in uniform were made based on the fact that Mr. Schleck was located at the bottom of the stairwell and his wallet was missing.
Elementary, my dear Watson, elementary.
It helped that, while the Schleck neighborhood was generally pretty tame, some unsavory elements had begun to creep into the once nice neighborhood a little more every year.
If it walks like a duck…
Davis didn’t think it was a duck, and he called me in. Of course, the quote-end-quote real police work had led the fine detectives to a dead end in the case. Davis only had permission to call me in on a case once all the real leads were exhausted.
No, that’s not sarcasm in my voice or anything?!
I’d gotten the call on my work cell. I actually have a second that I carried for just police work. For a while, my advisory jobs had become so hectic that the calls began to outnumber my personal ones. Davis had spoken to the police chief and gotten the force to foot the bill for a company phone.
Everyone referred to it as the “Bat Signal.”
I digress.
Davis called me in and, almost a week after the incident, I walked the crime scene for the first time. I was more than a little pissed. I was even more pissed when I arrived on the crime scene amidst a light drizzle.
Rain is a problem for individuals with my unique talents. Water washes away metaphysical energy as quickly as it washes away physical evidence. A violent event can get trapped for longer but eventually time and the elements fade the energy no matter how violent the event. I mean, I’m not still picking up shit from the Manson murders or anything.
Once I arrived on the crime scene, I was doubtful I’d pick up anything left over. I told Davis my doubts. He encouraged me to try, regardless; he always encouraged me to try. It was his special talent, I guess. So I slipped off my special-made gloves.
Clothing doesn’t always protect me from seeing impressions, but the gloves were a damned sight better than my walking around bare-skinned. That would land me back in the funny farm in no time. Trust me, I know, I’d been there once already. I had once brushed up against a woman who beat her two children on a twice-daily basis. I felt her glee as she did it; her happiness as she felt their little bones crunch under her/my hands…
Oh, God…
I digress.
Davis knew my doubts, but I did my job. I slipped off my sweet Italian, designer gloves and touched everything in sight. The railing, the stairs, the curb where he’d busted his damned head, and… nothing. Nada, zip, nein – no pun intended, Mr. Schleck. There was nothing left to see. I told my ex-boss as much, but I was wrong.
There was a cat.

Vaginal Fantasy Pimp

As most of you are aware, I’m a writer. I talk about writing. I like to discuss books. To my dismay, however, there are very few book clubs in my smaller than fly shit area. Of the groups that are around, they are elderly Christian women who read religion-inspired novels, elderly women who read traditional romance, and elderly women who read non-fiction. I am neither an elderly woman, Christian, or a traditional romance or non-fiction reader. Uh, duh. Of the rest of the groups that remain are uber-intelligent, literary snobs with chipmunks shoved up their asses their noses so high in the air, they can’t be bothered to deal with anything that isn’t “classic” literature. See, I totally belong in that group! Not.

What I do like is a mixture of writing. Have I read the classics? Yup. Do I occasionally read non-fiction? Yeah, sure. Do I completely and utterly swoon over a possibly ridiculous cheesy plot with more sex in it than it should have and a bunch of people with otherworldly abilities? Duh!

So you can imagine my utter Squee! moment when I discovered (thank you, Dan) past episodes of Vaginal Fantasy Hangout on Youtube. This book club was started by Felicia Day (most mainstream-able for her work on Eureka and Guild), Bonnie Burton (Tweet-licious funny woman), Veronica Belmont (see Sword and Laser), and Kiala Kazabee (blogger delux). (Of the ladies pictured to the side, only Bonnie Burton is missing from the panel. I’ve included an individual picture of Ms. Burton being her oh-so-adorable self.)

These women have become my best friends once a month. While they don’t always read and discuss books I’m all loco over, the show itself Vaginal Fantasy Book Club is phenomenal! I laugh; I drink; I get to listen to people talk about writing in a pure enjoyment-only capacity. And, to me, this is the only way to read. Can I learn something from what I read? Of course. But that doesn’t mean that the same book can’t entertain me in the process. And these ladies seem to understand that education and entertainment go hand-in-hand.

So this is my shout out pimp for the Vaginal Fantasy Book Club. Seriously, go listen to them. They post their old shows on Youtube for your perusal and I highly recommend doing so.

Critter Alert

I love to edit. There, I’ve said it. More specific, I love to critique work. I enjoy reading through someone else’s piece, finding places where I can tighten, streamline awkward choreography, fix continuity, and work on pesky word dilemmas like repetitive phrasing. Even with work that is already published, I find myself with mental red pen poised to “help” these writers fix their work. Admittedly, I also plain like seeing what other imaginative minds come up with way before it hits the book store digital or wooden shelves.

There is nothing more refreshing and sometimes very frustating than finding a truly well written piece of fiction months or possible years if ever before anyone else gets to see it.

Don’t misconstrue me here. I suck at editing my own work. I’m also not a professional editor. I miss things, and there are still many many many many things about grammatical and literary structure that I don’t know and/or understand. The process of critting however has taught me two ways since I began writing.

  1. To better my writing by having constructive criticism and instruction from those with a more critical eye and  who are perhaps better educated than myself.
  2. To better my writing by having a more critical eye toward others’ writing and finding commonalities with my own writing that I didn’t notice because I was too caught up in the story to see the skill deficiency.

As writers we talk about our art and the talent required to become great at it. We do sometimes forget to talk about the skill necessary to obtain that greatness however. With critique work (and I’ve only recently become very active in critique work – enough to really learn from it) I’ve started noticing trends mirrored in my writing from others, and it has been quite… liberating. So much so that I want to tear through everything older I’ve written with a fine tooth comb and eliminate all those annoyances.

But critique work is like walking a balance beam. If you maintain your balance, you stay in place where you should be (for the writer this would be critting others’ work and still finding time to write your own, with newly learned information from critique work). If you lean too far to the left or right however, you loose your balance (choosing to go back through all your old work and “fix” all the problems you never noticed/knew about before) and topple to the ground (no more new words = no more greatness-to-come). And no one ever received a perfect score from falling off the balance beam.

When used properly, critique work can be a wonderful catalyst for a person’s writing. Inspired by the imagination of others and armed with new rules never before known, a writer can feel rejuvenated enough to kickstart their own possibly flacid writing schedule.

Being a critter is somewhat like having critters. One or two, or even three, fuzzies in the home are great. Four, five, six…and the list goes on…becomes overwhelming, taxing, and too much. And critting, much like critters, when maintained, can help lift a person’s mood and brighten their spirits; the infusion of different perspectives/visions/styles can make a writer step back and look more critically at their own work. It can also inspire friendly competition.

But one of the most important things I’ve learned about being a writer and critting other people’s work over the years is this:


Randon Rant 88: Blogging Duties Meets Real Life

Naturally I said, two months ago, I’d remember to blog on a more regular basis. And, par for the course, I haven’t followed through. Don’t think, little darlings, that I haven’t been thinking about you; I have. My schedule however has been something of a nightmare.

As many people know, on a personal note, The Doctor and I are planning to move soon to the glorious sun-baked sands of Arizona. Yes, I will be depriving the Midwest of my venerable talents and presence. And, yes, I am aware that many of you are shedding crocodile tears for the loss – right this moment. Go on; I’ll wait until the emotion passes.

All done? Good.

With our impending move, and with the TARDIS still in repair, we will have to go about traveling the old, 21st Earth Century way – Ford Focus. Leading up to that venture, we’re breaking out the monastic on ourselves and eliminating everything except the barest basics – dogs, car, bicycles, clothing, and recording equipment, plus laptops. This has left us with emptying out a two-bedroom apartment with full basement and garage and enough belongings to easily fill a place two- to three-times as large. Not an easy feat.

Thus a schedule already jammed with writing schedule, recording schedule, two jobs with overtime, plus second jobs for extra money, and all the personal stuff that seems to creap up day to day is being taxed by more planning, organization, and execution.

So what gets left by the wayside? *holds up a mirror to you* Um, you should probably brush your hair already by the way. Teeth too.

Admittedly my blogging duties are one of the first things I trim when I have an excess of work to perform and never enough hours in the day to do it.
The Doctor refuses to let me use the TARDIS for personal work gain. He is so persnickety at times! 

The good news is that, when I am forced to take a break when I hadn’t truly wanted to, my brain is in overtime to come up with interesting articles to put out later  – thus the beauteous beginning of a burgeoning backlog are born! Trust me, a backlog for a writer is ALWAYS a fantastic thing. And a sun-baked writer lounging on the sands of new soils in new places on new horizons…?  FANTASTICO!!!

So now that you know the particulars of why I’ve been lapse in my blogging duties, I hope you will forgive me my little sabbatical after sabbatical’s end. And if not…?