Bookish Love

I had a wonderful day yesterday at the Brooklyn Book Festival. Though the weather was a little gloomy and muggy, spirits were still high and I had a great time signing books with the fantastic Laura Curtis.

I love meeting readers and making new friends!

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We even saw Waldo!

Now it’s time to get back to the writing grind as the words wait for no one and I’d better use ‘em while I have ‘em but first…

please join me in wishing a very Happy Birthday to my beautiful and amazing mother.

Happy Birthday Ma! I love you with all my heart.

We all do. Keep shining bright!

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Love always,

Me

A Golden Night

It was truly the most Golden of nights. I can’t thank my fabulous RWA/NYC chapter enough for honoring me with this year’s Golden Apple award for Author of The Year. An award so amazing that I’m sure I’ll spend the rest of my life writing to feel like I’ve actually earned it. But hey, it’s in my house now and it has my name on it so I’m not giving it back. I’m going to write on, inspired by of the glow of this magical Golden Apple.

Maybe I’ll stop sleeping with it and let the DH back into bed in a week or two? Maybe…

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 Thanks once again to my RWA/NYC chaptermates and congrats to all the winners!

 

All the best,

KMJ

Winds of Change…

Happy New Week! Woke up to the chill of Fall making its breezy presence known and giving this last week of Summer a run for its money.  Looking up, I wonder how long before the leaves change and then the trees are bare, creating a new view to marvel on. As for now don’t forget to look up and enjoy the view you have today. It may not be the same tomorrow.

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To usher in Fall in a bookish way, this Sunday,  September 21st from 10-12am I’ll be out once again with members of RWA/NYC at the Brooklyn Book Festival promoting the romance genre and I’ll have copies of BOUNCE for sale! During my time slot I’ll be sharing a table with the fantastic Laura K. Curtis who will also have some of her great books for sale.  If you are in the New York area come on out and join us at Booth #816 for a fabulous bookish day.

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All the best,

KMJ

Without change…

There are some big changes in the works over here in the land of KMJ. I’m both nervous and excited as I embark on a new chapter in my writing and publishing journey. I can’t thank you all enough for sticking with me through it all (I truly am grateful for you all, the best readers an author could hope for).

You may experience a few technical difficulties while I’m ironing out the kinks  (for a while some of my titles will be unavailable as I get them ready for re-publishing) but I’ll thank you all in advance for your patience as I work on coming out shiny and new on the other side.

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As always I’m wishing you all…

all the best,

KMJ

 

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Feeling Golden

So this is me first falling backwards on my bed in a bit of a shock (ignore the hair and lack of makeup)  and then a few minutes later…

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with my DD showing no shame, doing a happy dance after I got the call that BOUNCE finaled in the New Jersey Romance Writers Golden Leaf Contest!

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I’ve never had one of my books final in a contest and to have my 1st be for the 1st book I’ve self-published is extra sweet. Thanks so much to all of you who have supported me with my writing. Feeling blessed!

All the best,

KMJ

It’s A Wonder

It’s a wonder how we’ve gotten here so fast, but here is where we’re at so let’s just deal with it. Happy end of Summer.

Make it good people.

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All the best,

KMJ

Who, what, where?

This… is so true in in my line of work and in life.

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I’ve always been a curious. As a child my family will tell you that I was constantly questioning how things worked and why things happened they way they did. A conversation with me was never a short one as there was always and extra “but why?” to follow what probably should have been the end of a conversation. This practice has continued into my adult life (I’m sure to the joy of dear DH) and served me well as a writer and as the parent of young adults. I am always questioning and digging a little deeper to find out why people think and act the way they do as I come up with new characters and plots.

Tell me are you the curious sort? Do you enjoy digging a little deeper into a good mystery? What are some of your favorite whodunits?

Wishing you a great week ahead.

 

All the best,

KMJ

Ladies Night

So this past Monday I had the honor of making my 2nd appearance at ever popular Lady Jane’s Salon. I was slated to appear with fellow novelists: Katana Collins, Sofia Tate and Alice Clayton. It was quite a line up and to say I was nervous was putting it mildly. Lady Jane founder, Hope Tarr invited me to read my contributed essay from Scribbling Women & The Real Life Romance Heroes Who Love Them. It was a packed house which included my DH front and center there to hear all my mushy words about him. Thankfully, I made it through and didn’t embarrass myself or my DH too much with my tale of spooning called Resting Easy and a wonderful time was had by all.

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You can pic up your copy of Scribbling Women here and, bonus, all profits go to charity.

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here is a pic of all of us playing celebs and posing for the paps.

L-R Alice Clayton, Katana Collins, Sofia Tate & Me!

All the best,

KMJ

 

Promises Kept… Interview with author Piper Huguley

Today on ye old blog I’m so happy to have my friend, the super talented and all around amazing person, Piper Huguley here to talk about writing, her process and her much anticipated full length inspirational debut, THE PREACHER’S PROMISE (book 1 in her Home to Milford College series).

Hello Piper it’s so wonderful to have you here on ye old blog today! 

First off can you tell us a bit about THE PREACHER’S PROMISE?

1866 – Oberlin, Ohio

Devastated by her father’s death days after her triumphant graduation from Oberlin College, Amanda Stewart is all alone in the world. Sorting through her father’s papers, she discovers he had carried on a mysterious correspondence with a plantation in Milford, Georgia. To fulfill a promise she made to her father, she resolves to start a school there to educate and uplift their race.  However, when she arrives, the mayor tells her to leave.  There’s no where for her to go.

Virgil Smithson, Milford’s mayor, blacksmith and sometimes preacher man with a gift for fiery oratory, doesn’t want anything to do with a snobby schoolteacher from up North. On top of everything else, the schoolteacher lady has a will hard enough to match the iron he forges. He must organize his fellow formerly enslaved citizens into a new town and raise his young daughter alone. Still, his troubled past haunts him. He cannot forget the promise he made to his daughter’s mother as she died—that their child would learn to read and write.  If only he didn’t have secrets that the new schoolteacher seems determined to uncover.

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Now here is a short excerpt from The Preacher’s Promise:   

 

If he had shot March with an arrow, he couldn’t have wounded his daughter more, judging from the screwed-up look on her brown face. And made him all the more determined for this pretty lady to get on about her business. This woman with her fancy bonnet and her big trailing dress with the smallest possible waist put big ideas into March’s head. What would he do with that once this lady was gone on about her rich life? Best to put all of that to an end. Now. Today. Well, at least tomorrow.

            He moved off the platform, and March dragged her feet in her dusty shoes. But the rustle of the lady’s skirts did not follow them.

            Virgil turned. She was still up there on the platform, a dark bell against the afternoon sky.

            “Got to walk. Town’s up this way, Miss. Can’t wait out here all night.” If she stayed all night on the platform, he really would be responsible for her then. The thought of what could happen to her in the night made his dry throat catch.

            “I’m staying right here, Mr. Smithson.”

            A stubborn female. An even worse sight for March to see.

            He started again. “Nightfall come, Miss, and the night riders could come and do you great harm. Wouldn’t want it to come to that.”

            Couldn’t she see her safety was at stake? And he couldn’t touch her to bring her on. He looked at March to see if she were concerned about this lady’s safety, but his daughter, his own child, looked away from him.

            Miss Amanda embodied danger itself. She had to go.

            “I mean to say, I can’t go anywhere else, Mr. Smithson. If you’ll just take me to the teacher house, I’ll be comfortable.”

            “I’m telling you, Pauline will put you up. What else you need to know?”

            “I’m homeless, sir. I have no home or family or anywhere else to go.”

            He dropped her case to the dust, clean out of options and responses. No matter that he was a freeman who bought himself out of slavery way before the war come. A man who used fire to make iron bend to his will had just met his match.

 

The Lawyer’s Luck is a prequel story about Amanda’s parents in 1844 Ohio.  It is a short novella. What inspired you to write this story?

The Reconstruction-era is not a time period that is often written about. So, I was looking for the history that was not written about, rather than gravitating to the often-told history. As it often happens, once I investigated the events of the time, the story grew out of those events in an organic way.  A bunch of teachers going in to tell native people that they were ignorant and needed to learn a new way of doing things?  Natural conflict.

 Do you feel your works are more character or plot driven?

I have always thought they were more character driven, but having answered the above question, I would have to say maybe they are more plot driven. The history does provide certain answers when I am stuck.

What made you choose this genre to write in?

We see enough about the historical struggles of our ancestors.  I thought about this idea, and the idea for my 20th century series when I came to know, through the classroom, how younger people don’t know this history.  I thought of the fiction approach as a “fun” way to convey it.  Others on Facebook always proclaimed a desire for more African American Historical Romance.  It seemed to be a ready made market.

Tell us a bit about your writing schedule. I know you have a busy schedule also being a professor. How do you fit your writing into this world?  

I tend to write in the evenings.  I will settle down to the computer for an hour or two and fast draft.  Then I will go back and revise.  I love accountability groups. It helps me to get a kick in the butt and to watch the words pile up.  I’m always looking for new accountability groups to join!

What advice would you give other aspiring writers?

If you have an idea that is unique, don’t give up on it.  There is an audience. The beauty of self-publishing is that there’s a better chance of reaching a  smaller audience.  Traditional publishers feel that because the audience is small, reaching those readers is not worth the risk.  I understand their point of view, because they have to make money to pay for their overhead and expenses, but in self-publishing, that doesn’t exist.  Save your money to self-publish to ensure that your voice and idea can be heard in the best most professional way.

 

 Lastly what can readers expect next from you?

If it appears that people like my interpretation of this history, I’ll put out the next story in the series, The Mayor’s Mission.

I’m already loving the title! Can’t wait for that one to come out too.Thanks so much for being here today. It’s been a real pleasure.

Thank you for having me!

You all can find Piper in these spots around the web. Please look her up. You won’t be disappointed!

Blog: http://piperhuguley.com

Facebook: Piper Huguley, Home to Milford College

Twitter:  @writerpiper

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You can pick up The Preacher’s Promise at these e-tailers:

Amazon 

Nook 

Kobo

All the best,

KMJ

Not Your Mother’s Romance? Well, It’s MY Mother’s!… Guest post from author, Laura K. Curtis

I’m so happy to have my good friend, Laura K. Curtis, the super talented romantic suspense author of Twisted and Lost on ye old blog today guest posting to introduce us to her latest contemporary romance Toying With His Affections. It’s definitely not your mother’s romance. Take it away Laura…

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Not Your Mother’s Romance? Well, It’s MY Mother’s!

 

My mother reads my books. I sometimes wish she wouldn’t, but she’s eighty years old and knows her own mind, and she’s my mother—it’s not like I can tell her not to! She read my first romantic suspense, Twisted, and said she enjoyed it. But one night right after Lost came out, I was on the phone with my father and he said “your mother is reading your book and she wants to know how you know all this sex stuff.” Uh, she what?

Needless to say, we took a few minutes while I cleaned up the water I’d spat all over the couch when he came out with that gem, which gave me a little time to gather my thoughts. “Uh,” I said oh-so-eloquently, “research?”

I mean, seriously. Those two books were romantic suspense. They had relatively little sex as far as the romance world goes. It didn’t bother her that I knew any number of ways to torture and kill people, that I had good ideas about where to hide bodies. Nope. She was only bothered by the sex.

So now I’ve released Toying With His Affections. No murders. No (serious) crimes to solve. Just a woman who sells sex toys for a living. Oh, yeah, I can’t wait to hear what she has to say about this one.

Here’s a little taste of what she’ll be reading…and what you’ll be getting should you choose to get to know Griffin Barstow and Evie Bell, the Sheriff and the sex toy saleswoman. In this little preview, she’s showing him her wares as she prepares to do a home party.

Evie set the papers aside and reached back into the box. This time, she held up a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. “Want to take these on patrol with you, Sheriff?”

“Uh…not particularly.” He grinned, though, imagining the faces of some of his deputies if he showed up with those hooked to his duty belt. The next item wiped the smile off his face. Black and almost evil-looking, it was circle with small rubber spikes all around and one larger protrusion so that it looked a bit like the symbol for Mars. At the end of the prong, however, a perpendicular spike gave the impression that someone had twisted the arrowhead of the symbol to stand straight up.

“What is that?”

Again, Evie’s fair cheeks reddened. The contradiction between the woman who could passionately defend the use of creams and toys and the one who blushed attempting to explain the actual use of such products entranced him.

“Uh, that’s for men. I mean, it’s nice for women, too, if the guy wears it, but it’s more designed to increase his pleasure than hers.”

“Please tell me this doesn’t sell.” 

She’d regained her composure. And her starch. “Everything sells. But no, that’s not a top ten item.”

“Thank God for small favors.”

She handed him a tube of something else. “This is, though.”

He practically choked as he read the name aloud. “Staze-Long?”

“Yep! Between that and the numerous offers I get in my email every day, I can only assume many men in this country have a premature ejaculation problem.”

“I don’t think I can take this.”

She dropped her head and glanced up at him through the screen of her thick lashes. “I didn’t say you could. I need it.”

He dropped the tube and rubbed his hand against his leg. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Yeah, but you’re so easy to tease. Who’d have believed that under the bad boy of Fairview High lay a closet prude? Your reputation has suffered here today, Barstow.”

“Is that a dare, Bell?”

She cocked her head. “It may be. I’ll think about it.”

His heart pumped harder and he felt more alive than he had since the day he’d moved home to Fairview. You’ve always been addicted to danger, Bub, and it’s never done you a lick of good. Stay the hell away. But he had a sinking feeling he wouldn’t be able to take his own advice.

 

If you want another excerpt, there’s one up on my site at http://www.laurakcurtis.com/toying.php Come on by!

You can also find me on Facebook, gabbing madly on Twitter, or musing and giving things away on my blog.

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Thanks so much for being here today, Laura. Everybody check out Laura’s books. And you can get Toying With His Affection Here and at all your favorite e-tailers. You won’t be disappointed!

 

All the best,

KMJ