Blog by VONNIE DAVIS -- International, Award-Winning Romance Author: Adventurous...Humorous...Amorous.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Cecy Robson's "Of Flame and Light" and My Review

The fire she once mastered so easily has become her greatest adversary 
and is now slowly burning her alive . . .

Weird Girls #7
Cecy Robson
Releasing Oct 18th, 2016

Taran Wird holds the unique ability to conjure fire and lightning. She is mated to Gemini, Second in Command to the Squaw Valley Pack of the Lake Tahoe Region, and the sole werewolf to possess the ability to split into two wolves. And although they are mates, Taran's insecurities have driven them apart. 

Devastated by an injury that left her with a zombie-like limb, Taran struggles to regain command over her magic. But when her arm and her power turn against her, lashing out on those she most loves, she knows she can no longer carry this burden alone. Not that she likes the alternative.

The only way to regain control of her magic is to align and learn from the local coven of witches―the very ones who sought to banish her when she and her three unique sisters first moved to the mystical region. But although Taran is trying, the teachings don't come easy, and the tasks leave her weak and emotionally shattered.

Yet Taran must learn and learn fast. Time is running out. The fire she once mastered so easily has become her greatest adversary and is now slowly burning her alive . . .

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Cecy Robson is an award-winning author of magical realms, to-die-for Alpha heroes, and young adult adventure. A double RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and published author of more than fifteen titles, you can typically find her on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine. 

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This was the first book of the series I'd read, so I was a little lost on everyone's history. My bad. But as a grandma with a granddaughter born with her right arm ending about an inch below her elbow, I know of her emotional struggles to fit in. Is it any wonder my grandmotherly love and concern identified with Taran right away? I was on her side the whole way through the book and damn anyone who messed with her. Oh, I could have bitch-slapped Vieve and her smiling conniving ways--aren't they always the ones? And Gemini? He needed his shorts starched with fire ants. Okay, so grandma can be a little over-protective. But we're talking about a heroine who has lost her arm, had it replaced with an appendage that seems bent on destroying her, and her mate is acting all "ewww, you're not perfect anymore." She's tough, but her heart and spirit are damn near broken.

As a writer of shifters, it's always good to read how other authors write them. We each have our own style, which is grand. Ms. Robson kept me engrossed with her story of human feelings and behaviors and paranormal activities. What a delightful blend. She wove a strong story that zipped me from anger to fear to laugh out loud humor to protectiveness for Taran. If an author can make me laugh until tears run down my face or make me grab for tissues as I cry, she has a new fan. Well done. Well worth the read. And well worth my going back and ordering the prior books of this remarkable series.


Sunday, October 16, 2016

Monday Musings by Vonnie Davis

My husband has a birthday today, Sunday--his 85th. There are a difference of 16 years in age between us, even though we all know I'm barely 39. We had a low key celebration, both of us just happy to have another day together. Especially me, for my biggest fear is losing my Calvin.

I'd existed through 12 years of loneliness after my divorce, too scared to reach out and try again. Still trying to work through the pain of it all. I think I was sending out strong "Can't Touch This" vibes. Some hearts heal quickly...some don't.

Then I met my hero, my soul mate, my champion.

How? Where?

Well, there's a story to that. It was the 12th anniversary of my divorce, a Friday. I bought take-out Chinese, a pack of Oreos, a bag of potato chips, and a bottle of wine. Oh folks, I was going to have a pity party for one and I planned to party hearty...cookie crumbs and all.

I don't drink a lot of wine. So by the time I was squeezing the last drops of vino out of the bottle, I was in the midst of a major crying jag. I was a nice person...why couldn't I find anybody? My ex never married the woman he had the baby with while we were still married. No, he married her best friend. Kinda makes your head spin, doesn't it?

Well, entrenched in the sugar and wine induced haze, I got on the Internet and joined Match dot Com. Lord only knows what I wrote on my profile. I sobbed into my last tissue and stumbled back to bed.

As sunlight poured though my bedroom curtains, I sat straight up in bed the next morning, hands over my ears so they wouldn't slide off my head, and exclaimed, "What have I done? I put myself on the Internet. Picture and all!"

I gentled my hungover head into my pillow. Tried my best to reach a calm state. After all, I was a grandma and a chubby one at that. Who'd be interested?

When I logged on, I found 8 emails from guys. I found some weirdos, some lazy bums hunting for a sugar momma to support them, and a few married men looking for a little action on the side. It didn't take me long to lose interest in the whole idea.

Two weeks later, I checked again. I actually found an intelligent email. "I read your profile with great interest. I see you majored in English. I taught English for forty years. You want to write. I'm about to have my second novel published. I took note you enjoy used book stores, yard sales, and outdoor concerts. I enjoy those things as well. Would you be interested in striking up a dialogue?" Yes, I have it memorized.

We emailed for a month, then progressed to instant messaging for hours, and one night he asked for my phone number so he could call and say goodnight in person. My heart beat an erratic pattern. He might be able to find me. I mean, who knew if he was telling me the truth? Sure we'd been "talking" online for 3 months, but...

I took a deep breath and gave it to him. As soon as I heard his deep voice, with a tinge of southern drawl, I was a goner. We were married a year to the date from when I received that first email from him.

Living with someone again hasn't been an easy adjustment. Learning to think of the other person first, to open up about past hurts, and to trust didn't come easy. I've been very lucky to find him. Calvin dotes on me...not so much materially, but emotionally which is exactly what I need. And we laugh. Our home is filled with laughter and love. Calvin's given me this.

Happy Birthday, my love. You complete me.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Finding My Voice Again

A writer's voice is very important. It's how a reader instantly recognizes your work. The way you put words together or begin a story or set up a scene. Somewhere along the way, I lost mine. Or had it edited out of me.

I was told to dummy down my writing. Use smaller words. Make my plots thinner...heck, if I could make anything thinner it would be my waistline. Write younger and not like an old woman. Hell, I'm 68, how am I supposed to sound? And, a toughie for me, no humor.

So I tried to write according to the criteria dictated to me and lost myself and my voice in the process.

I'm working very hard to get it back. How? By writing. Writing and more writing. I wrote a novella for Christmas and it took me forever because I didn't know how to be me anymore. I rewrote that dratted thing several times. My first draft was as dry as an over-roasted turkey. Nothing made me smile. I went over it again. Deleted. Added. Cried. Reworked that sucker. Cried some more.

Eventually, UP THE CHIMNEY, was ready for self-publication. And today, I got a five star review that made me smile until my cheeks hurt. I'll share the first paragraph ... "I love Christmas but I don't ever read Christmas stories, or stories about Christmastime. I just don't care for them. But c'mon! This is Vonnie frikkin' Davis here! I LOVED her Highland Series and I'm a fan. And with VD (heheh) ya know it's gonna be a good experience (chuckling). This story is par for the course. Starting out the gate with humorous action, immediately roping in my interest."


Monday, October 10, 2016

Monday Musings: How does it feel to be a Hybrid Author? by Vonnie Davis

A writer who has traveled both paths to publication. Traditional publishers with a contract and self-publishing where you, the author, hire an editor, cover designer, and do all the marketing yourself.

When phrased like that, going traditional sounds better. But few good writers are able to get a contract. Editors want books written to the market. It makes no difference how well your book is written; if an editor doesn't see dollar signs, your literary baby won't be contracted. And, once it's contracted, you'll have roughly an 18 month wait until it releases. You can have 3 or 4 other books written by then.

When you self-publish, you get to write about what you want. For example, I can use my off-the-wall sense of humor. I can write to please my readers not my publisher's bottom line. I can write about the characters in my brain, not the ones dictated to me. There's more creativity control.

But, as I read other Indie authors, I realize we have to be edited to death to make us come off as professional writers. There are minor mistakes our eyes just don't grasp--and I include myself in this assessment.

Let's not even mention plot holes or mundane dialog or characters that are about as appealing as a case of poison ivy on your privates.

I never planned on going Hybrid. I didn't think I had a large enough following to make the gamble worth it. I still might not. But, for various reasons, I'm giving it a try.

Some of my indie works will be new editions of previously published works, like my award-winning STORM'S INTERLUDE and the RED HAND CONSIPIRACY, a three-book series set in Paris, Budapest, and Berlin. Handsome government agents, plucky women, terrorists--and humor, lots of humor. Some of my indie works will be new works, like my holiday read UP THE CHIMNEY. You see, I enjoy doing my own thing. I only hope my readers enjoy what my creativity produces for them. I'll keep you informed.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

A FOOL FOR YOU by Katee Robert

It’s just a belated goodbye, right? No harm, no foul.

Foolproof Love #3
Katee Robert
Releasing Oct 3rd, 2016
Entangled: Brazen

It’s been thirteen years since Hope Moore left Devil’s Falls, land of sexy cowboys and bad memories. Back for the weekend, she has no intention of seeing the man she never got over…or the two of them getting down and dirty. It’s just a belated goodbye, right? No harm, no foul.

Until six weeks later, when her pregnancy test comes back positive…

Daniel Rodriguez hasn’t forgiven himself for how things went down with Hope all those years ago. He knows she’s better off without him, but when she shows up on his doorstep, panicking because she’s pregnant with his baby, he can’t help seeing it as a chance to make up for the past.

Too bad Hope has no intention of going along with his plans.


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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and they changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

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