A Goodreading Giveaway!

Thank you so much for the well wishes on my DH’s birthday yesterday and I huge thank you for the kind words on my BOUNCE unboxing video. I was so nervous about putting it up and not only because of my lack of hair and makeup (though that was quite nerve wracking) but I didn’t know quite how everyone would react to being on the 2 minute emotional roller coaster with me.  But you all were so kind and generous not to mention the hair or the makeup and you were totally understanding about the emotions and for that I’m truly grateful.

And now that BOUNCE is in print I can do a little happy dance celebrating and have some fun. So today I’m announcing my signed copy giveaway on GOODREADS. Just click enter for your chance to with 1 of 2 autographed copies from me… Whee! Don’t you love reading good?

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Bounce by K.M. Jackson

Bounce

by K.M. Jackson

Giveaway ends April 30, 2014.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

 

 

All the best,

KMJ

Dedication…

To you always my love…

 

With all my heart.

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And all my spirit.

 

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Forever…

 

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Happy Birthday!

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Love,

Me

 

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Bounce is in print! (and I get a bit embarrassing) …

Let’s all hold hands for this shall we?

It’s finally here! Bounce is available in print and I’m a little over the moon about it!

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So much so that I’ve gone and made a totally embarrassing unboxing video to express my feelings (no one was home and I had a not so bright idea about documenting a moment). Um, yeah, there’s a reason that I don’t do public speaking and you’ll all get to see it now. But at the encouragement of my Dear Son who was either moved by my video or wants others to share in his mother’s silliness I’m going to take a leap and go ahead and share.

Hey, I may not be blessed with the gift of gab, but I am happy to finally have my 1st step into self-publishing now in print as well as digitally available to share with all of you.  Thanks so much to everyone who helped make this happen. I will forever be grateful. There are too many to mention, but I would like to give a heartfelt special thanks to the amazing Ms. Lauren Dane for her beautiful cover quote. I am so honored.  Also a special thank you to Irene and Julie for their wonderful quotes. You ladies are fabulous!

Thanks, Thanks and more THANKS! This has been quite the journey.

BOUNCE with me people!

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Available in print here 

All the best,

KMJ

Swanky!

I’m getting really excited and a little bit nervous about going to New Orleans next month and attending my 1st Romance Slam Jam and my 1st RT Conference back to back. It will be 10 days of Authors, Readers,  Books and (if rumor has it)  Wild Fun.

I’m looking forward to a chance to connect with readers on more of a one on one level and as the romance fangirl that I am, I’m also looking forward to geeking out a bit over all the way cooler than me authors that I’ll get to meet up close and in person. BTW I need to start practicing my cool and unaffected face now… let’s see….

…nope not gonna be able to pull it off.

And speaking of pulling it off, I hope I can pull off playing the part of a human billboard because I just got in what I think are the swankiest tees with my BOUNCE  book cover printed on them and I can’t wait to show them off in NOLA as I hand out my bookmarks and postcards to anyone I see with a free hand. Watch out NOLA I’m on my way :-)

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Bouncing Along!

 

All the best,

KMJ

 

And another one…

Happy Monday! Don’t worry we’ll get through this together.

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Wishing you a great week ahead.

 

All the best,

KMJ

 

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When Bootie met the Beast… an interview with author Falguni Kothari plus a giveaway!

Today on ye old blog I’m so happy to have my RWA chapter-mate and friend Falguni Kothari here to speak about her writing, life and her latest release Bootie and the Beast. Hi Falguni Thanks so much for being here today. It’s a real treat.

First off can you tell us a bit about your latest work work Bootie and the Beast?

Thank you for having me here, Kwana. The treat is mine, believe me, as I’d love to tell you all about the Beast.

As you can probably tell from the title, this book is a delicious metaphor of the traditional “Beauty and the Beast” with a voodoo/fate-tweaking bootie thrown in instead of a rose. (There is a rose involved but only as body art.) So, Bootie and the Beast is the story of Diya “Beauty” Mathur, a slandered Indian supermodel, who on her father’s angry insistence must hideout for a couple of weeks in Krish “the Beast” Menon’s Dallas lair. Beauty and the Beast have a long, bickering history and this cozy little marooning gives them a chance to deal with past issues.

Blurb:

For supermodel Beauty Mathur, life is one giant pink-colored party. For numbers man Krish Menon, life is all about control. She is vivacious, winsome and has a devil-may-care attitude. He is balanced, beastly and abides no nonsense. She jets about the globe, drenched in designer labels and inspires princely men to act out fairytales for her. He growls instead of talks, snarls instead of asks, and no one on the planet makes the Beast growl or snarl louder than Beauty Mathur.

Yet for all their differences Diya and Krish are friends—the rarest of friends.

When Diya gets embroiled in a shocking scandal that not only threatens her reputation but her single-and-fabulous status too, Krish steps in to protect her like he always has. But something is different this time. The Beast has a secret and Beauty will not rest until she peels it off him. The meddling has an unexpected result: it changes the status of Beauty’s relationship with the Beast forever.

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Buy link: http://www.falgunikothari.com/bootie-and-the-beast.php

What inspired you to write this story?   

Diya is a secondary character in my debut romance, IT’S YOUR MOVE, WORDFREAK!

Even as an MC’s BFF, Diya Mathur was amazing and fun and the minute I put her in Wordfreak, I knew I had to give her a center-stage story. When Krish Menon (brother to Diya’s BFF, Alisha Menon) made his appearance, it was like a gong went off in my head. OMG! I thought, the BFF and the brother…the fashion model and the numbers man…how perfect. And it was…is perfect.

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

Definitely character-driven. I always imagine the characters first. Flesh them out in my mind and the plot/issue they have to deal with comes in after.

What made you choose this genre to write in?

I love to read about HEAs and get unrealistically ticked off when a book refuses to give two people who are perfect for each other a happily-ever-after. It’s fiction, for heaven’s sake! You can allow fictional characters to be happy no matter what insane thing you have to do to get them there. I think it’s the Bollywood diet I’ve been on all my life. Bollywood cinema is big on romances and Shah Rukh Khan, the King of Romance, gives me the shivers.

This is a favorite of mine. Care to share the story of your “overnight” success with my readers?

I don’t know about “overnight” but yeah, sometimes it feels like that. About 5 years ago, my mother shook me out of my I-am-a-homemaker-and-mother-of-two-and-therefore-satisfied-with-life bubble by insisting I DO SOMETHING for myself. I got married young and did not finish college, so I thought why not jog down that road as I love reading and learning anyway. I decided to start with a couple of online classes at the community college, see if I could in fact study and give tests again. Surprisingly, all the online classes that I liked had something to do with literature or writing. I started with short and sweet courses, not too taxing. One of them was “How to Write a Romance Novel.” It was so much fun that I took another one on Grammar. By this time, I was hooked and had about half a manuscript down. A year later, I finished the manuscript and a friend who had read it pushed me to publish it. “There’s no harm in trying,” she said. “At the most, you’ll get rejected. What’s the big deal in that?” Other than my ego, nothing was wrong with that. But I put on my “brave woman” pants and looked into publishing protocol and found that in the US, I’d need an agent first. I didn’t consider e-pub or self-pub only because I thought until I know the business I’d rather have someone else deal with it. Of course, I was rejected—23 times for Wordfreak—but I did not get dejected as it was all too knew for me. Sometime amidst those rejections, I visited family in India. There, another friend suggested I chuck my manuscript at publishers in India, as my book was so “Indian” even if it wasn’t written in a typically Indian way. So, I did. And a few months later, Rupa Publications, India’s leading publisher, sent me my first contract. And that’s my success story. I know I have been luckier than most in many ways and believe me I do not take my fortune for granted for a minute.

What a wonderful story is perseverance.  I love it! Lastly, can you share with my readers what we can expect next from you?

I am in the process of finding a publisher for my Urban Fantasy, a project that speaks to my soul, and is quite aptly called Soul Warrior: The Age of Kali. This story is what I got when I injected the Indian epic, the Mahabharata, with a heavy dose of the Avengers.

What am I working on? My current WIP is an unconventional love story between three soul mates.

Three soul mates! That sounds really exciting. Thanks so much for being here today and best of luck with Bootie and the Beast!

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Folks you all can keep up with Falguni here:

website: http://www.falgunikothari.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/falgunikothari.author

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/F2tweet

Blog: http://falgunikothari.blogspot.com

Also Falguni has a great giveaway going on right now. Please be sure to click and enter for a chance to win a Kindle!
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Thanks again!

All the best,

KMJ

 

Bounce…coming soon in PRINT!

Happy Monday and Happy New Week Folks!

Can you believe it’s the end of March already? Even though I know I’ve been incredibly busy, still I feel like I’ve spent the first part of the year in a state of hibernated slumber and I’m just now opening my sleepy eyes to 1/4 of the year gone.

And since I’m now waking up to Spring I might as well wake up with a smile. Please join me in celebrating the cover reveal of the  PRINT version of BOUNCE coming soon to an e-tailer near you (that would be Amazon, but doesn’t e-tailer sound cool?).

Thanks so much to Mae from Coverfresh Designs once again for the amazing design work. And a huge thank you to the fabulous Lauren Dane for my fabulous cover quote. Talk about a dream come true!

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Bounce with me people!

 

All the best,

KMJ

Coffee, My Love

So I’ve been up for hours comparing online reviews of coffee makers. Mind you that’s after spending a good portion of my afternoon going from store to store looking for just the right machine in person and coming up short in the decision department. Silly I know, but I’m a writer and I spend the better part of my day at home with my laptop and my cup of coffee as my literal right hand companion and brain stimulator. Looking back now it’s hard to believe I ever used to be a light tea sipper. Those seem like such carefree innocent days now.

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Happily, I finally went for a little talked about Hamilton Beach that got not much press, but amazing reviews on each site I went to. We’ll see how I like it when it comes in.

Tell me are you a coffee or a tea drinker or do you take on the day on au natural?

 

All the best,

KMJ

 

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Threads Of Desire-the secret scenes

Happy New Week folks!

I’m ready to dive into my current WIP. It’s a fun one about a reluctant bride and a surprise be groom. But I  woke up thinking about Gabby, my heroine from Threads of Desire and what’s she’s up to. I do that at times as if my characters are real people out there in the world. Gabby was such a fun character to write since she had such a big voice in my head that sometimes could not be contained. But in writing there is this thing called editing and it’s up to the editor to contain that voice and like many writers I keep a file of my deleted scenes so I thought I’d share a bit of Gabby with you today from a (secret) deleted early scene from Threads of Desire to give you a little glimpse into her world. I hope you enjoy it.

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 Crap. It’s your own stupid fault for getting into this mess, Gabrielle Russell thought as she once again tried to scoot out of Donovan’s too tight grasp. It was hot, both inside and out, with this sudden burst of a summer heat wave and Gabby was starting to feel like she was suffocating from all the plastic covering the woman’s suits in the sample closet that they were currently pressed into the back corner of. Her lip curled. It was downright sordid the way they were tucked back there making out like every couple from every made-for-TV movie where the wife gets her revenge in the end.

It wasn’t that Donovan was such a bad a guy, or that he was married. Oh, God no, definitely not married. Without the proper sanctioning of his mama, the girl’s meatball recipe passing muster, and probably the purchase of a home lot right next to his parents’ out on Long Island, there was no way Dono was walking down the aisle. He was too much of a mama’s boy for that.

 Suddenly the vision of Dono’s mother bursting through the hanging plastic, shears in hand, gave Gabby a shudder. True to form, Donovan took it as a sign that he was hitting the right spot, his tongue lapping quickly at her ear. Sadly, he was not. “Oh I love it when you shake that way, baby,” he murmured.

Gabby’s eyes rolled heavenward, where she spied cracks in the ceiling and a water stain near the steam pipe in the shape of a canned ham. She let out a sigh and worked on giving a number to Dono, tagging him mistake #97in a long line of many. Her lip twisted again as she started working on a way out of this closet and out of this mess.

Dono had been eyeing her on and off (okay, mostly off) for the three years she had been working at his father’s company, Zenia Fashions. (Side bar: if you have to put the word fashions on the tail end of your company name chances are it isn’t all that much of a fashion company.)

“You sure you don’t have some Italian in you?” he’d ask in an attempt at flirting, taking in Gabby’s toasted caramel skin, his eyes squinting at her naturally curly hair and the freckles that sometimes peeked through her foundation.

          “No, Donovan, I told you before, I’m a Black girl. You know, African-American. Sorry to disappoint you but, nothing any more exotic than that.” Gabby was sure if someone traced far enough back in her family tree they’d probably find all sorts of ethnic backgrounds dangling off limbs, but who had the time—and besides, she was not about to jump through genealogy hoops to placate ol’ Dono.

But with her recent diet Dono had upped his interest, going from the gloss over to the “I’d definitely tap that” in the space of a few weeks.

Gabby had gone from a size 18 down to a curvy 16 that she could jackhammer into a stretchy 14—which on her tall frame was something she could work with like she was mother effing Naomi Campbell. Well, that was if the foundation garments were right and the attitude was in check.

Either way, she’d been feeling swanky having picked up said sausage skirt off the rack in the so-called “regular” department (as if the week before she’s somehow been an irregular species) and said yes to his lunch offer—after all, he’d promised it would be a business lunch.

And they had talked business. Dono knew that when she’d been hired by his father, Giovanni, he’d pulled her in with a promise of a new line and an updated look, but Giovanni had continued to blame money troubles, price point, sourcing, or just anything and everything, and as of now the whole thing was put on hold. Gabby was ambitious and wanted more than anything to bring Zenia into the here and now, thus pushing her own name out of low level obscurity. She’d had enough of the slinky fabrics and out there prints. It was time to move on. But it seemed no matter what she tried she couldn’t get away from the back room and the unglamorous life of fashion on the D list.

Rule #87: At steak lunch, go easy on the steak and even easier on the bread. You’ve been on beets for weeks and your brain is muddled. You’re liable to go for anything—such as looking goofy and nodding with a stupid steak and bread grin on your face when your boss’s son runs his hand from your bare thigh on up to your Spanx. You will only feel like a fool when you end up in a closet with sequins on your behind.

For a half a second Dono shifted and the lapping tongue went from inside her ear to just behind it to that sensitive little section that made her nerves tingle all the way down to… oh freaking hell. Her mind did a jump and instantly she was no longer in the sample closet of Zenia Fashions at 1407 Broadway—no, she was over ten years back in the past in an oversized walk-in at the posh Dean of Admissions house at Bonnersville State. Gabby frowned, trying hard to push the memory aside, silently cursing the fact that it came back so easily.

Mistake #1 in the long line. Head of the line. Well, maybe he wasn’t mistake number one, no, she wouldn’t give him that (that honor would have to go to her ill-advised crush on a particular ’90s icon with a penchant for high tops both above and below), but Nick was the one who always came to mind when the numbering started. The one that had hurt the most, but still the one that had taught her the best.

Nick had made her that weekend. Changed her. Took her from the naive girl who thought there was actually a man out there for her, one who she could trust in this world, and turned her into the always jovial though jaded woman she was today. There was no trust. No real love. At least not for Gabby. It was the same ol’ same. Use what you got to get what you need. Get in, get out. Keep it moving.

Gabby sighed as Dono’s hand shimmied up toward her breasts. She moved back involuntarily, hitting plastic covered polyester, and her lips curved into a wry smile as she thought of her own stupidity. How in the hell had she done it again? Coats at her back and a hard man at her front. The first time, she’d welcomed it. She’d been young, naive, and living in the land of hope. But all that had come of it was her ending up pulling lint off her ass and squelching down humiliation as Nick left her with a sorry shrug and nothing more than a “how do you do” in the stark light of day, blaming it on the alcohol, the circumstances, whatever. Yeah, she knew better.

She bit at the inside of her cheek. It would probably be the same with Dono. To guys like him she wasn’t an outside type of girl. Not one to show off to friends or bring home to Mama. But yet, here she was. Stuck between a pipe and a hard place.

You can get your copy of Threads of Desire by just clicking here or on any of the links on the right. Thanks.

All the best,

KMJ

Breezy Days & a Winner!

Happy Friday and Happy 1st full day of Spring!

Well we’ve officially made it through, what to me at least felt like, the longest Winter ever. I can’t wait until the weather finally breaks and I can get out in the garden and do a little bit of planting in my tiny patch of soil out front. I also can’t wait until I can go back to writing on the porch with Jack my feet. But until that time comes I’ll be happy with turning the heat down a bit, opening up a window and catching a light breeze.

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Now that said I wanted to also say a huges thanks to all who commented on Sofia Tate’s Breathless post and giveaway. The lucky winner is Priscilla Shay! Congrats Priscilla! Please contact me with your info and Sofia will get in touch with you about your prize.

Have a great weekend everyone!

 

All the best,

KMJ

 

Image from  We Heart It.