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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Small Town Blog Featuring Alison Henderson

I have a special guest today--Alison Henderson. We met when we were both writing for The Wild Rose Press and now both contribute to the Roses of Prose Blog. Alison lives near Carmel, CA with her husband OG and is enjoying her new life of retirement.
Since Vonnie was kind enough to host me today, it seemed only fitting to talk about writing humor. While I’ve never come up with anything as hilariously original as Effie in her pink pelican baffies, I do love to write a little humor into all my stories, and my latest release, Small Town Christmas Tales, is no exception. The book is a collection of ten short holiday romances, rather like ten mini Hallmark Channel Christmas movies, each set in a fictional small town in a different state. Each story has a different tone, but I tried to tuck a bit of humor into most of them. Here are a couple of examples.
 
“Mistletoe and Misdemeanors” opens like this:
     This was the last place she expected to spend Christmas. Callie Rayburn glanced around the puke-green cinder block cell in the basement of the Hawthorne Springs, Missouri police station. In jail for Christmas. It figured, given the downward spiral her life had taken during the past twenty-four hours.
     A tear slid down the side of her nose. She dashed it away with the back of her hand and snuffled. She didn’t even have a tissue because that jerk Billy Freeman had taken her purse. What kind of town let a pubescent little snot like Billy Freeman wear a badge and carry a gun? It seemed like just last week she’d babysat him and his obnoxious younger brother to earn enough money to buy her dream dress for the senior prom.
     Another tear followed the track of the first. If Billy Freeman was old enough to be a police officer, what did that make her? Ancient. Over the hill. Thirty years old with nothing to show for it. Two days ago she’d been living the high life in St. Louis with a job, a cute apartment she couldn’t afford, and a future. Today—zip, nada, bupkis. And now, to tie the whole thing up with a big fluffy bow, she’d been arrested by Billy Freeman for breaking and entering. Un-freaking-believable.

The humor in “No Room at the Inn” is situational and character-driven, rather than attitude and language-based. In that story, a stranger shows up at the heroine’s inn in the middle of an ice storm with a pregnant Goth teenager in tow. They’re on the run from three Jersey mobsters, but the inn is fully booked for the holidays. Fortunately, as the heroine notes, “No way was she going to put a carpenter named Joe and a pregnant girl named Maria in her barn on Christmas Eve because there was no room at the inn.” Even though they look and sound like extras from The Sopranos, the Wise Guys turn out to be more like the Three Stooges, and ultimately all ends well.

 If you’re in the mood for a little holiday fun, I invite you to check out Small Town Christmas Tales: Ten Short Holiday Romances, available in paperback and ebook exclusively at Amazon. To see more, click here.
Thanks for visiting with me today, and happy holidays!

Alison

Thursday, March 27, 2014

More Oldies But Goodies! -- Spotlight on Wild Rose Press books #spotlight #twrp

 
Another weekly special by The Wild Rose Press. More oldies but goodies. Take a peek, read an excerpt and maybe you'll find something to peek your interest. I've read them all and loved each one. Loved. Each. One!!!

By Alison Henderson
 

Alone on her farm in the middle of a blizzard, young widow Lisa McAllister labors to give birth to her first child. Help arrives in the form of a stranger with a six-gun. Lisa has no reason to trust this man who makes a living by violence, even if he is on the right side of the law. Men and their guns have already claimed the lives of her father, brother, and husband, and she's determined to protect her son at any cost.

Jared Tanner, a security agent for the stagecoach, has been on his own since he was twelve. With Lisa and her baby, he's finally found something worth fighting for --- a family of his own. But a fresh wave of violence threatens to tear them apart. Can their new love survive?

(Pages 294) Spicy
"I don't know where this is going, but we have to find out."

"I don't want to find out." But a small voice inside denied the words. Part of her had to know.

"I think you do, and I know I do. I'm not going to offer to leave, even though it might make some things easier, not unless you can convince me you really want me to go." He cupped her face in both hands and searched her eyes. "Do you?"

Lisa knew she should say yes and remove the unbearable temptation of his presence, but she couldn't bring herself to speak the lie. She shook her head. "No."

Jared's lips moved in a tiny smile, then his serious expression returned. "I can't tell you I'll never kiss you again, or touch you, or that I won't want to get even closer to you, but I promise I won't press you for anything you don't want to give. I'd never do anything to hurt you. You know that, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now it's time for you to get some sleep." He led her to the bed and tucked her in, his hands lingering as he smoothed the quilt across her. Then he leaned over her, his expression rigid and deadly serious. "I want you to know leaving you tonight is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But I want more from you than one night in your bed."

BUY LINK: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_146&products_id=4272



By Beth Trissel


Taken captive by a Shawnee war party wasn't how Charity Edmonson hoped to escape an unwanted marriage. Nor did Shawnee warrior Wicomechee expect to find the treasure promised by his grandfather's vision in the unpredictable red-headed girl.

George III's English Red-Coats, unprincipled colonial militia, prejudice and jealousy are not the only enemies Charity and Wicomechee will face before they can hope for a peaceful life. The greatest obstacle to happiness is in their own hearts. As they struggle through bleak mountains and cold weather, facing wild nature and wilder men, Wicomechee and Charity must learn to trust each other.

(pages 334) Spicy

Charity swiped angrily at a tear. She'd run away, if she had anyone to run to. It wasn't right they were all dead.  On impulse, she jumped to the ground. "I'll go anyway," she muttered. "Eat nuts and berries and live in the woods."

"Will you go alone?" a low voice asked.

Sucking in her breath, she whirled around. Less than twenty feet away, grasping his musket, stood a tall young brave. Stripes of red and black paint blurred his striking features. His dark brown eyes riveted her in place. This warrior was like no other and the most savagely handsome man she'd ever seen.  God help her. She should flee now, but could only stare, open-mouthed.

She swept her disbelieving gaze over the loose black hair brushing an open buckskin vest that revealed his bronzed chest and shoulders molded into contours of muscle. An elkskin breechclout left a great deal of his hard thighs exposed. Despite the dread hammering in her chest, a fiery blush burned her cheeks. But it was the sheathed knife hanging on his left side and the lethal tomahawk slung on his right that snapped Charity from her near-trance.

In a rush of memories, she recalled the stories of her father's death under the scalping knife and neighbors who'd suffered the same violent fate. No Indians had been spotted in their settlement since the Shawnee grew hostile and war had erupted nine years ago, but the warfare had ended. Hadn't it? Clenching ice-cold fingers, she dug her nails into her palms. "What in God's name are you doing here?" she forced past the dry lump in her throat.

"Watching you."

BUY LINK: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_135&products_id=4213

 
Gwyneth Greer
 
 
After thirty years of marriage, Jean Kingston is freshly divorced and rediscovering the joys of being an independent woman as well a talent for interior design. Having a new man in her life is not part of the plan.

Nick Cameron, prominent attorney and long-time widower, would like to change Jean’s mind and include him in her plans. Their adult children don’t approve of either plan, and are determined to keep Jean and Nick apart. Does their opposition include staging personal attacks against them? Could they really be desperate enough to stalk the couple on a weekend getaway? Or is there a deeper evil at work?

Rating: Sensual, Page Count: 326

The peal of the doorbell startled both of them.

“This could look bad,” Nick said.

“Not if it’s Selina. She went to look at some of those ice cream parlor tables I was telling you about last week.” Jean eyed him critically. “Button your shirt.”

“It’s pretty rumpled.”

“Button it anyway.” She brushed past him on her way to the door. “Maybe you should disappear.”

“Are you serious?”

Jean sighed. “No.”

At the front door, she peered through the viewer and let out her breath in dismay. Juliana stood on the porch, her jaw set, looking primed for battle. Jean unlocked the door and opened it. “What brings you here so early, Juliana?”

“I had some errands over this way. Aren’t you going to ask me in?”

Jean stepped back. “Yes, of course. Come in. I have a guest.”

Juliana’s eyebrows met her hairline. “A guest? I am interfering with your sleeping arrangements then.”

Jean made a quick decision not to defend herself. “Come in the kitchen. I’m making waffles.”

Nick rose hastily as the women walked in.

“You must be Nick Cameron,” Juliana snapped.

“Guilty.”

“My mother’s lover.”

“Juliana!” Jean felt the blood drain from her face. “How dare you!”

Nick’s eyes flashed, but his voice was courtroom courteous. “I spent the night on the sofa.”

“Of course, you did.”

His mouth twitched. “But if I’d spent it in your mother’s bed, it would have been her business, not yours.”

BUY LINK: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=175_140&products_id=4460


Sandra Dailey



Ginny Dearing has finally realized her goal of teaching, but finding a position is proving impossible. After exhausting all possibilities, an Internet ad is her only hope. In a small town hundreds of miles away there is a job with one huge string attached...a husband.

Burned by love once, Brett Silverfeather finds his bachelor life more than satisfying. He’s facing re-election for sheriff, but this time the voters are looking for a family man. Brett finds himself pursuing a marriage he doesn’t want. Ginny and Brett are opposite in every way, but opposites do attract. Can Brett protect his heart as well as he does his town? Can Ginny hide a secret past that could possibly destroy her future?

Rating: Spicy, Page Count: 202

“Why do we need a fire?” Ginny asked.

“We need all the elements.” Brett motioned toward the lake, the sky, the ground, and back to the fire as he said, “Water, air, earth and fire.”

“Is this a Native American thing?”

Brett lowered his head and shook it. It was becoming a gesture she recognized as him gathering patience. He did it a lot around her.  “Yeah, in your language this would be called a truth telling.”

“What would your people call it?”

“A truth telling. Now will you pay attention?” Brett stretched out on the blanket with his head resting on his saddle. “Come down here and make yourself comfortable.”

Ginny copied his pose, and then asked, “What’s next?”

“I’m going to ask you a question and you have to answer it, honestly and completely. After that, I’ll answer a question you have. What is said will stay here when we leave.”

“What’s your question?”

Brett turned his head to look at her. She’d never seen him look so serious.  “Why is it such a bad thing to be married to me? I know I’m no prize, but you look as if you’ve just received a death sentence.”

Ginny thought for a long moment. “I don’t know if it will be bad. I don’t really know you. I just hadn’t imagined myself being married to anyone, ever.”

BUY LINK: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=175_133&products_id=4927

 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

December FREE Holiday Stories from The Roses of Prose

 
This year, like the two previous years, the Roses of Prose are bringing you free holiday reads. We're each starting every story with the line ... This was the last place she expected to spend Christmas. Oh, imagine the possibilities! Each of us went in our own direction with the line, creating Christmas stories we hope you’ll enjoy. They begin today, December 1st and run every day of the month. These are delightful reads you won’t want to miss. And did I mention they were FREE? http://www.rosesofprose.blogspot.com

 
A few of the stories are told in one day, a few are told in four and the rest fall somewhere in between. Regardless, we hope you'll visit The Roses of Prose every day this month for your Free holiday read.

Monday, September 2, 2013

I Didn’t Set Out to Write Fan Fiction by Alison Henderson

Alison Henderson is super busy these days. She and her husband are in the midst of a major construction and remodeling project on the home they recently bought in Carmel, California. She's also writing and self-publishing. In fact, she's so busy, I had to lasso her on Facebook to ask when she was coming to Vintage Vonnie to share her new book with us. I didn't want you to miss out.

Alison, you know I've been a fan of your historical books, but this is a totally different direction for you. So, slow down a minute, have a cup of tea and tell us about your new writing venture.

Thanks, Vonnie. Is it decaf? I don't need any more caffeine. I feel like I'm going in six directions at once.
Fan fiction has always been well off my radar screen. For years I was only vaguely aware of its existence, and even then only in connection with cult favorites like Star Trek. The earth-shaking success Fifty Shades of Gray forced me to consider fan fiction in a whole new light. Apparently loads of people have been writing their own stories based on favorite characters created by someone else, even going so far as to change the names and basic circumstances.

Could I be one of them?

I’m a huge fan of the TV series Castle. I love the strong female lead, the well-drawn secondary characters, the inventive plots—and I adore Nathan Fillion. But my favorite aspect of the show is the quality of the dialogue. Writing witty banter and repartee is a dying art, and that breaks my heart. I love the snappy patter that was so prevalent in movies of the ‘thirties and ‘forties. Think about Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday. Their sharp dialogue moved the story along at a brisk pace and brought smiles to the faces of the viewers. That’s what I wanted for readers of my new book Unwritten Rules.

I knew I had been influenced by Castle because I enjoy it so much, but it didn’t occur to me that I might have written an entire novel of fan fiction until I was working on the edits. When I re-read Unwritten Rules, I could literally hear the voices of Castle and Beckett in my head, speaking the dialogue as if I had written it just for them. Now this is a bit odd because although the hero is a writer, my heroine is a Chinese-American former FBI agent who practices ancient Chinese martial arts. When I conceived the character, I was thinking more of Kelly Hu or Michelle Yeoh of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Somehow, as I wrote the book, my heroine took on some of the characteristics of Kate Beckett.

 
Here’s a blurb about the story:

Things aren’t going Madelyn Li’s way. Her bodyguard agency is teetering on the brink of bankruptcy, her grandmother keeps hatching plots to marry her off, and someone is trying to kill her latest client. All she wants is to safely escort thriller writer and former CIA agent Carter Devlin on his cross country book tour and collect her check, but two obstacles stand in her way: a shadowy assailant and her own growing attraction to her dashing client.

Carter Devlin has agreed to accept the beautiful and determined Ms. Li as a bodyguard primarily to appease his publisher. After all, who would want to kill a beat-up, retired ex-spy on a book tour? But when the attacks turn deadly, he soon learns there’s more to Madelyn than a pretty face and tempting body. Will the spark become a flame before a killer snuffs it out?



Examining the influences is my own work surprised me because I’m usually pretty oblivious to popular culture. I don’t watch reality TV, and my husband and I never manage to see popular movies until they show up on cable. I certainly didn’t expect to hear well-known actors speaking my dialogue, and I’m not sure what to make of it. It’s never happened before and may never happen again.

If you’re a writer, has this ever happened to you? As a reader, can you pick out an author’s influences when you’re reading?

Alison Henderson
BUY LINK: http://www.amazon.com/Unwritten-Rules-ebook/dp/B00EUIF57Q/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1378175999&sr=1-2&keywords=UNWRITTEN+RULES

 
http://alisonhenderson.blogspot.com