Monday, August 25, 2014

MUST LOVE BREECHES by Angela Quarles @AngelaQuarles @KMNbooks #timetravel #romance #books

 KAREN: Let's welcome Angela Quarles! She's here to tell us about her upcoming release, MUST LOVE BREECHES. Do yo love tantalizing romances with lots of humor? Well then you're in for a real treat.

The Allure and Challenge of Time Travel Romances 
by Angela Quarles
As the success of Outlander shows, and the fact that it's now enjoying a run on Starz (can I get a Yowza for Sam Heughan as Jamie anyone?), people love time travel stories. Other classics of time travel romances include Linda Howard's Son of the Morning and Jude Devereaux's Knight in Shining Armor.
What makes them so appealing?
Personally, I love them. I love reading them and I love writing them. There's something about fish-out-of-water tales (and that's essentially what it is) that has always appealed to me. Not sure why. Perhaps the vulnerability of the character in the new situation? The potential for humor? The sense of wonder? The challenge? And since I love history, time travel stories are a great fit. I also love exploring all the what-ifs and the timey-wimey stuff that the genre entails.
The really good ones allow a reader to see the past in a way that you might not necessarily experience when reading a straight historical. After all, the time traveler is coming from a modern, familiar perspective, and so it's a great way to contrast differences through such a lens. A character in a regular historical is already familiar with the setting and the mores, and so the prose cannot call attention to these differences. A modern character going back? They're able to say, 'What the hay? That's whacked!' And to me, that's fun. And I'm all about the fun.
The challenges in writing time travels
There are a lot of challenges, and perhaps the part that makes them fun--modern lens on a historical era--can also be what makes it challenging. It's hard to go there without coming across silly or cheesy. It's a fine line. An additional challenge is crafting it in a way that makes it believable for the reader. Everyone's got their own ideas of how they'd react if it happened to them, and I know with my current release I had some Beta readers tell me the heroine took too long to figure it out, and I had others say she was too quick in figuring it out. Le sigh. You can't please everyone, so I tried to settle for something in the middle and that fit with her character and situation.
There's also all the timeline aspects to wonder about and figure out, and it can make your mind spin trying to pin some concepts down. Is it a closed loop? Do they affect the timeline or not? Does it spawn an alternate timeline? These are all things to think about and figure into your plot.
How about you? Do you love time travel romances? Why are you drawn to them? What are your faves?

All about the book MUST LOVE BREECHES

New release, Must Love Breeches:
Time Travel Romance
Release Date: Sep 3 2014
Length: Novel (98,000 words)
Ebook Price: $4.99 (Pre-order price $3.99)
ISBN: 978-0-9905400-0-7
Content advisory: Adult language, explicit sex

She's finally met the man of her dreams. There's only one problem: he lives in a different century.

"A fresh, charming new voice" – New York Times bestselling author Tessa Dare


A mysterious artifact zaps Isabelle Rochon to pre-Victorian England, but before she understands the card case’s significance a thief steals it. Now she must find the artifact, navigate the pitfalls of a stiffly polite London, keep her time-traveling origins a secret, and resist her growing attraction to Lord Montagu, the Vicious Viscount so hot, he curls her toes.

To Lord Montagu nothing makes more sense than keeping his distance from the strange but lovely Colonial. However, when his scheme for revenge reaches a stalemate, he convinces Isabelle to masquerade as his fiancée. What he did not bargain on is being drawn to her intellectually as well as physically.

Lord Montagu’s now constant presence overthrows her equilibrium and her common sense. Isabelle thought all she wanted was to return home, but as passion flares between them, she must decide when her true home—as well as her heart—lies.

About the Author:
Angela is a geek girl romance writer. What makes her romances geeky? Whether it's fan girling over Ada Lovelace by having her as a secondary character in Must Love Breeches, or outright geek references with geek types in her romantic comedy with paranormal elements, Beer and Groping in Las Vegas, or going all Southern steampunk in Steam Me Up, Rawley, she likes to have fun with her romances and hopes her readers do too.

Angela works at an independent bookstore and lives in an historic house in the beautiful and quirky town of Mobile, AL. When she's not writing, she enjoys the usual stuff like gardening, reading, hanging out, eating, drinking, chasing squirrels out of the walls and creating the occasional knitted scarf. She's had a varied career, including website programming and directing a small local history museum, and has discovered that writing allows her to explore all her interests.

She's an admitted geek and is proud to be among the few but mighty Browncoats who watched Firefly the first night it aired. She was introduced to the wonderful world of science fiction by her father, by way of watching reruns of the original Star Trek in her tweens and later giving her a copy of Walter M. Miller Jr's A Canticle for Leibowitz as a teenager. She hasn't looked back since.

She has a B.A. in Anthropology and International Studies with a minor in German from Emory University, and a Masters in Heritage Preservation from Georgia State University. She was an exchange student to Finland in high school and studied abroad in Vienna one summer in college.

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Enjoy an EXCERPT:
A reenactment ball was the perfect setting for romance. Or not.
Isabelle Rochon fidgeted in her oddly-shaped-but-oh-so-accurate ball gown, surrounded by women who’d sacrificed historical authenticity for sex appeal. Red carpet ball gowns in the nineteenth century, really? Once again she was like the dorky kid participating in dress-up day at school when everyone else had magically decided it was lame.
“Gah. I feel like a green robot with strange battle armor.” Isabelle pointed to her dark green dress, the shoulders flaring out almost to a point, exaggerating their width. “What were the fashionistas in 1834 thinking?”
“I have no bloody idea.” Jocelyn squeezed the poof of fabric at her shoulder. “These huge-ass sleeves are ridiculous.”
“Ah, screw it, we’re having fun, right? I’m not going to self-sabotage the ball. Not after all the time I spent obsessing over my costume.”
“And obsessing over the etiquette rules.”
“That too.” Besides, how fun was it to learn Jocelyn shared her obsession with guys in period clothes and bodice-ripper romances?
Isabelle eyed a guy strolling past in tight-fitting, buff-colored pantaloons. She pitched her voice to be heard over the string quartet. “Hmm. How about the clothes on that daring derriere?”
Jocelyn sucked on her olive and plopped the empty stir stick into her martini. “Oh, yes. Definitely a breech-ripper.”
Isabelle choked on her Bellini, the champagne fizz tickling her throat and nose. This was the first opportunity they’d had to socialize outside work, so she treated this moment delicately, afraid to puncture the mood. No need to point out he sported pantaloons, not breeches.
She should ease up on the drink, though. She didn’t want to get plastered at the Thirty-fourth Annual Prancing Through History Reenactment Ball. Especially since her new colleagues would be around. And her boss. She needed to impress him.
“Look lively,” Jocelyn said, her voice low, with a dollop of teasing. “Here comes the office hottie.”
She’d been cultivating a mild crush on Andrew since starting her new job at the British Museum six months ago. The whole situation was perfect. A guy in the same field would respect her interests, wouldn’t expect her to give up her profession for a relationship. He was safe. If it worked out, great, if not, no biggie. She was happy, finally, with how her life was working out.
She’d pictured him in period clothing before, looking resplendent.
He did.
“Hi, Andrew.” Her voice came out a little too high. Jeez, could she sound any more like a lovesick fool? She always did this around gorgeous men—went ga-ga as if she couldn’t rub two brain cells together. She gazed around the Duke of Chelmsford’s newly renovated ballroom and pretended as if her breath hadn’t quickened and her body hadn’t heated at the sight of Andrew.
“Hello, Isabelle. Jocelyn.” Andrew nodded. His smile felt like a gift for her alone.
Her pulse throbbed. He’d sought her out. Play it cool. Say something witty. “So, uh, having fun yet?” Having fun yet?
Something, or someone, in the crowd hogged his attention. She followed his gaze until she found it. Or rather him. Their boss at the bar.
Andrew faced her and the remnants of calculation on his hot-as-heck features disappeared behind his over-bright grin.
He leaned closer.
The artificial tang of his cologne drifted her way. She wrinkled her nose.
“Well done on the Whittaker exhibit. Finding that journal was a bit of a coup. It’ll be a fine addition to the exhibit, once it’s built.”
He’d noticed. She’d worked damn hard. “Thank you.” Why couldn’t Brits find her Southern accent as sexy as she found theirs?
“Glad you came across the pond to work with us. That find should put you in the running for the promotion.”
Good. The promotion would mean she could stay in London. Well, it would make staying easier. No matter what, she was determined to remain.
“Of course, you’ll have to beat me out.”
Cold clarity hit her stomach like accidentally gulping a glass of iced gin instead of iced water, jolting her from her usual foray into Incoherent Land around attractive guys. “You’re applying too?” Of course he was.
“Without a doubt. Career changer and all. I’m a shoo-in. Sure you still want to apply?”
Could she scrub the smug look off his face? She settled for the less satisfactory, but more controlled, “Yes.”
Now catching her boss’s attention was more important than ever. Besides wanting to escape into another era, she’d also hoped her costume would impress him. She glanced at the wet bar. Drat. Where had her boss gone?
Andrew slipped his hand around her elbow, pulling her closer. “How about we ditch this party and grab a pint? You and me.” He ignored Jocelyn, who stared back and forth between them.
It all made sense—his sudden interest after dismissing her for months, the calculation she’d caught when he’d turned back—he thought he’d intimidate and charm her into giving up the position.
She yanked her arm free, saying, “Fat chance, you smarmy horndog,” which cut through the room because, of course, the music had just ended.
Jocelyn snorted her drink, eyes watering, and coughed, fighting to catch her breath. For a moment, her coughing was the only sound punctuating the silence.
The curious eyes of the onlookers made Isabelle feel as if a huge moat had sprung up around her. The moat of Beware, All Ye Who Enter—Idiot in the Center. If one of those eyes were her boss…
Andrew trotted out his grin, the one that used to make her insides hum. “Thought we had a connection. No?” He backed away, hands up, eyes locked with hers in a you’re-such-a-fool stare, his heels snapping on the marble floor with each backward step. “Cheers, then, babe. May the best man win.” He nodded and sauntered off.
Jocelyn, bless her, completely ignored the Moat of Embarrassment and stepped to Isabelle’s side. “How had we never noticed what an ass he was?”
“Probably because we were too busy drooling?”
“There is that.”
“Seriously, I should just go pound my head against the nearest vertical object and repeat one hundred times, ‘When will I learn?’”
“Just be careful not to poke out your eye with those lethal shoulder sleeves.”
“Ha.” But Jocelyn’s dry humor softened Isabelle’s mood. “Can’t believe he expects me to just roll over. I have to get the promotion, I need the security. No way am I going to sacrifice my dream to be with a guy, I don’t care how hot he is.”
Never again would she let a jerk encased in good-looking skin influence her life. Been there. Done that. Have the gold-stitched Fool’s cap.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Midnight Room by Dawn Luedecke @d_luedecke @KMNbooks #booktour

KAREN: Let's welcome Dawn Luedecke! She is a multi-published author of historical and paranormal romance and she's here today to answer a few questions, and tell us about her new release.

1) If you were a book, what would your blurb be?

From the mountains of Montana to the deep blue of the ocean, Dawn Luedecke has lived her life with adventure and passion. After spending time on the high school rodeo circuit, chasing drug dealers, and rescuing sailors on the high seas, she decided to trade in her Coast Guard uniform for a family and publishing contract. Together with her alpha male, drill instructor husband, Dawn roams the United States in search of the good life and the perfect story.

2) Every writer has a distinctive ‘voice’- what would be your voice’s tagline?

Passion is a feeling best served with determination, attitude, and a little bit of humor.

3) Tell us about your story. What’s it about?

Here is a little peek into my newest release, Midnight Room

Haunted by the murder of her parent’s years ago, Alana Roseburg strives to disappear into the trees of Miranda’s Forest, a place marred by a dark Legend. When she finds a lone wolf stalking her property, she can’t help but be drawn to the animal, despite his dangerous aura. She soon discovers a secret no mortal could accept. The wolf is Devlin—a man, a shape shifter, and Guardian of a woman known as the Windrose of the West. This Windrose controls and protects a magical gem that holds to powers of Mother Nature’s elements.

To her surprise, Devlin believes she is the Windrose of the West and his rightful mate. Soon she is taken to his home and drawn into a world she’d never imagined. But can her growing love for Devlin overcome the effects of the stone as they become too much for her to bear? Soon she is taken to his home and drawn into a dangerous world of passion, secrets, and murder. Can she overcome her fear and accept her destiny before it’s too late?

4) What’s next? Any works in progress?

I am currently working on a contemporary Christmas story to be released during the holiday season of 2014. In addition I have a few historical romances, a paranormal, and a contemporary western started and in my queue to be finished.

5) Is there anything else you’d like to tell the readers?

Please feel free to visit the other stops along my Blazing the West book tour. Tour dates are posted on my website. I hope to meet some of you at my book signings.

About the Book:

Alana Roseburg’s move to the dull town of Deer Park was just what she needed, until the mysterious man who stalks her from afar turns her life upside down. Devlin’s earth shattering secret threatens to not only change the world as she knows it, but dumps her in the midst of an age-old battle for the fate of mankind. Now she must choose between the life she thought she wanted, and the one she is destined to live.

To Tame a Montana Heart at Amazon

Big Sky Brazen at Amazon

Midnight Room- Coming soon

About the Author:

A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current manuscript. For more information visit her website.

Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter: @d_luedecke