Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Day 2 - Sonya Loveday

Day 2 of the Romancing September Across The World event with dual posts in the UK and US - today it's Sonya Loveday with The Summer I Fell

Enjoy! And don't forget to tune in to Stephanie's post with Sonya across the pond this afternoon

Monday, 1 September 2014

Romancing September starts today! Day 1 with Caroline Storer

It's September! And what's even more important is today kicks off Romancing September, a fabulous event organised by Rosie and Stephanie. For the first post with Caroline Storer - take a peek here! There will be two posts, one on either side of the pond each day throughout September. I can't say I will manage to share them every day, but I will let you see a fair few! Enjoy! http://rosieamber.wordpress.com/2014/09/01/romancingseptember-romancing-september-day-1/

Saturday, 23 August 2014

I'm on The Chinwag Interview with Tara Ford!

Yep, possibly the best interview you'll ever read featuring me - but from an aesthetically pleasing point of view. Tara has gone to such trouble to marry my responses with fab videos, photos and captions. Seriously, worth watching over your tea break. Enjoy!

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Excerpt from Charlotte's Restrained by Celia Kennedy

I know, I know, it has been a long time. I  have been neglecting you all - I admit it, but it hasn't been intentional, I promise.
Anyway, I have a few more things up my sleeve in the coming weeks/months for you, but for today let's welcome Celia Kennedy and her blog tour to Sooz's Journal.

Charlotte's Restrained, a comical fictional tale of what happens when the paths of a celebrity god and a mere mortal collide.

While vacationing, Charlotte has a chance encounter with a celebrity famous for his lead roles in romantic comedies. Unfortunately for Charlotte, lighthearted banter develops into tabloid fodder. With her career, friendships, and new found romance all impacted, Charlotte sets about dealing with the fallout of her fifteen minutes of fame.

 Here's a little excerpt for you:

Marian, Hillary, Kathleen, Tiziana and I had met at Oxford. We were all at varying points on the same path, graduate students at the Said Business School. I met Kathleen first. Her long, blonde hair glistened in the late summer sun as she taped up a poster for a pub crawl for American students studying abroad on a lamp post. It wasn’t her I noticed so much as all the guys ogling her wiggling backside as she smoothed down the tape. 

Three days later, at the pub, The Bear, we met Marian. She was there spying on a groom, at the behest of her good friend, the bride. I guess to make sure he didn’t get out of line. 

We were young, easily influenced, and really drunk. We had been in and out of four pubs in the two hours, if my memory served me well. While ordering a round of drinks, we heard people chanting, “Stripper, Stripper!” The next thing I knew, Kathleen’s elbow collided with my kidney as she pointed at Tiziana. 

Tiziana! Every woman’s archenemy nemesis. Think of Sophia Loren wearing a man’s white dress shirt with a long string of pearls and a pair of flashy stilettos. To be fair, Tiziana appeared shocked when she realized the stripper comments were directed at her. You’d think a girl who oozed that much sexuality and dressed that skimpily would get used to being the object of every male’s fantasies. But no. She looked more than a little nervous when a couple of guys drinking with the groom became a little too friendly and suggested Tiziana show the soon-to-be-married man a little mercy.

Marian reminded me of a bull when she was angry: snorting nose, steam out of the ears, crazy eyes. A smart person would back away, slowly. So when Marian dragged Tiziana outside before anything could happen, we were worried for her. None of us knew Tiziana, but still I didn’t think she’d done anything worthy of dismemberment. When Kathleen and I followed them outside to where they stood on the narrow sidewalk, Marian was swearing away in Gaelic at Tiziana, and Tiziana was shouting back in Italian. The two of us just stood back, amazed. 

Just when things had calmed down a bit, a very regal looking woman opened the pub door and took in the situation. “Oh! What luck, I found your… purse?” She handed a bedazzled black clutch to Tiziana. 

Why we burst into laughter, I wasn’t quite sure. I really didn’t even know if we were laughing together or at each other. After we controlled our laughing, Hillary, the regal one, who had let loose and smirked a bit, invited us to go back in for another drink. “The groom’s my brother! I’m here to make sure he doesn’t overdo it. Sorry his friends are such asses.”

We’ve been close friends ever since.
Well, that's all folks, for now.  To get a copy of the book, click here:
http://amzn.to/1sFjJlp (UK) - and it's only 77p at the minute!
To keep track of what Celia's up to, you can connect with her via the means below



Saturday, 28 June 2014

My interview with author Marcia Carrington

Well, it's been a while since I did an interview and Marcia asked so nicely, so here goes! Enjoy!

You can also check out Marcia's Pinterest board which shows you many of the other authors she has recently had as guests.


Catch up next week. In the meantime, have a lovely weekend everyone.

Friday, 27 June 2014

Guest post by inspirational author Shelley Wilson

Sorry it's been so long everyone. I've been kind of busy, including working on the follow-up to The Christmas Spirit. With a bit of luck I might finish it in time for this Christmas!
For now, I want to introduce you to a very inspirational woman - Shelley Wilson. Her book has made me declutter my house and try to stop procrastinating!
What a Difference a Year Makes.

First of all I must say a huge thank you to Susan for inviting me to be a guest on her blog.  To join the many incredible authors that have appeared before me is a hard act to follow, but I will do my utmost to entertain and inspire!

I am a single mum to three amazing teenagers, I run my own holistic health business and facilitate motivational workshops for women.  I was born in Leeds, West Yorkshire, but now live in the leafy suburb of Solihull in the West Midlands.  I am a Yorkshire lass at heart but I do love my home town (and not just because it won the ‘best place to live in the UK’ award last year!)  Solihull is full of character and full of characters’ – perfect material for any writer.

I was eight years old when I knew I wanted to be a writer, thrashing out my aspirations on my mum’s portable typewriter, but it took over thirty years for that dream to become a reality.

I went from ‘Professional Procrastinator’ to ‘Published Author’ in just twelve months.

On January 1st 2013 I started a motivational blog.  The reason behind my blog was a simple challenge.  I wanted to succeed at completing my New Year Resolutions, so I set myself twelve challenges to complete in twelve months.  These were resolutions I had failed in the past but was determined to complete in the future.

I wrote the first post sat at my kitchen table, wondering if anyone other than my mum would read it.  Never did I expect it to change my life.

I tackled a huge variety of challenges, from weight loss, writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days, doing a zip wire through Sherwood Forest, giving up Social Media and finding happiness.  As the year progressed I began to receive feedback from readers across the globe.  People were reading, people were engaging and people were making changes in their own lives because of me.  It was the most empowering feeling I had experienced.

As my confidence grew I realised that writing had become a huge part of my life and I was ‘living my dream’,  I was a motivational blogger, nominated for two awards, guest blogging on influential sites and it was at that moment I understood that the only person holding me back from my one dream was me.

So I began to collate my crazy year of challenges in to a book, and finally, after many years of procrastination, I am more than happy to say I did it, I published my book and the reviews tell me it was the right thing to do.

You can read all about my year of challenges, and maybe use them to influence a few changes in your own life, in my book which is available as e-book and paperback from Amazon.

How I Changed My Life in a Year

One Woman’s Mission to Lose Weight, Get Fit,

Beat Her Demon’s, And Find Happiness in Twelve Easy Steps

Where will my dreams take me next I wonder?  Isn’t that the beauty of being a writer – I can go wherever my imagination lets me!

Thank you Susan for the opportunity to share my story with your readers and I look forward to connecting with you all in the future.

Tune in tomorrow - I know, my posts are like buses, none for ages and then they all come along at once! I'm featured on fellow author, Marcia Carring'tons blog

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Guest post by author Trish Jackson

And now for something completely different as they say... I'm giving my blog over to Trish for her post and to find out a little more about her.

Susan, first I want to say I'm thrilled to be able to be a guest on your blog.

My genre is romantic suspense, and here's why...

My own life has been a romantic adventure. The really exciting stuff started in my last year of high school, when I met a very sexy guy with deep blue eyes and that bad boy image we all love. He was a geologist, and lived in a camp in some remote and wild regions, where he prospected for gold and diamonds, shot antelope to eat and interacted with wild animals. It would take more than one post to write about all the adventures we've had together. Read the true story of our honeymoon here: http://www.thewriteroomblog.com/?p=1946 . After we got married we lived in a geological camp. Geologists from all over the world visited our camp, so we were never lonely. Often in the wee hours of the night we would lie awake in our tent and listen to a leopard cough, or a night ape cry like a baby just outside.

A guerilla war started in our country and it was no longer safe to have our kids out in a camp in the middle of nowhere, so we moved to a house in the country. Home invasions and vehicle ambushes by communist trained terrorists became prevalent and we had to start carrying a loaded gun around with us. I was twenty one when my husband was drafted to the military and I was left alone with three children. I had to carry my UZI wherever I went.

I could go on, but I guess that's why I love to write what I do.

Coming to live in the USA several years ago was also an adventure. We had to learn so many new things about our new country, but this is our home now and we love it here.

Now to my books –

My stories include country living, and the animals I've always loved -- horses, dogs and cats. I strive to create gut emotional appeal by digging deep into the feelings of my characters. I have also ventured into the paranormal world, with Voodoo, witchcraft and ghosts.

WAY OUT OF LINE is a standalone romantic suspense novel, set in Africa, and I am planning more African stories.

CAPRICORN CRAVINGS, released earlier this year, is the first in my ZODIAC SERIES, in which each heroine belongs to a different star sign, and displays the typical traits of that sign.  AQUARIUS ADDICTION is currently in review by my publisher, and I'm halfway through writing the next one, with the working title THE REALITY SHOW.

We have always lived out in the country, and in the US that means you get to meet rednecks. I think they are the most wonderful people in the world because they are so well grounded and know exactly who they are. I have had so much fun writing REDNECK P.I. and its sequel, KICK ASSITUDE. This romantic suspense series is enriched by a good dose of comedy.

I'm very excited that the third in the series, BACKWOODS BOOGIE is coming out this fall. -- Private investigator and self-professed redneck, Twila Taunton thinks she may be pregnant after some wild make-up sex in her boyfriend Harland's barn. She finds herself working with the person she hates most in the world, her ex-fiancee Jimmie-Ray, but she can't allow Pam Taylor to be convicted of a murder she didn't commit. During the investigation she discovers an illegal puppy mill, where a large number of dogs are living in squalor with little food and no veterinary care. When one of the dogs stares into her eyes, she knows she has to rescue them. But going the legal route will take way too long. She calls on her quirky friends to help--Harley-riding and hard drinking Great Aunt Essie; master hacker, songwriter, and farter of note, Gasser Cunha; her office assistant LaMercy with the big afro, who reluctantly agrees to go Goth, and of course, the love of her life, Harland O'Connor.

Nothing excites me more than sitting in front of my computer putting my fantasies down in words for others to enjoy. I love meeting new people, so please feel free to ask questions.

I'm currently giving away free downloads of REDNECK P.I. for a limited time. I'm also offering free downloads of my novelette RILEY'S STORY which is the prequel to Capricorn Cravings. Oh, and if you're on Goodreads, I'm doing a giveway of a print copy of KICK ASSITUDE, which closes on June 12th. Find out more on my website:  http://www.trishjax.com 


And now for an excerpt from BACKWOODS BOOGIE


If someone had told me just a few months ago that soon I'd be sitting in a jumbo jet heading for England, I would have laughed. I mean, me, born and bred in the South and proud to be a redneck. And now here I am. I'm pissed that Jimmie-Ray wouldn't spring for first class, but the flight is not completely full and there's an empty seat between me and the weird looking woman on the aisle seat. I stare at her for a while until she throws me a wrinkled brow look and I suddenly get interested in finding a movie on the viewer in front of me.

I've watched two movies before I decide I'm gonna have to pee. I've been hoping I would be able to last the entire flight without going, but the beers probably did it. And when you gotta go, you gotta go.

It's not that easy to get the bathrooms. First, if you have a window seat like me, you have to wake the woman in the aisle seat. I tap her on the shoulder. She is snoring pretty well, so the people around us must be thankful, even if she isn't. "Gotta go pee," I tell her.

"Wha…? Oh. Oh," she says and pulls the blanket off her legs and slides out into the aisle. I squeeze past her just as the aircraft hits a bump. I don't understand how air can be bumpy, but I fall face-first onto the dude in the next aisle seat along. I mean, my mouth is right over his privates and he's just lucky I don't bite down. When I come up for air he has both his hands up above his head, as if to show people he ain't doing anything wrong. Just getting an impromptu blow job.

The PA system crackles and the captain's voice comes over it.

"We're experiencing a bit of turbulence. Please take your seats and put your seat belts on."

He could have told me before I bit the sausage. I hold onto the back of the dude's chair and haul myself off him. We hit another bump and I crash into a woman on my side of the aisle. She throws me a dirty look. I'm not making much progress and wonder if I'll ever get to the restroom. It seems to be very far away all of a sudden.

"Sorry ma'am," a flight attendant bars my way. "Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt."

The airplane is really bucking now, and it reminds me of the new mechanical bull Ricci and Tina put in the Hogs Waller. "I have to pee," I say and crash into her, knocking her off her feet. I land on top of her in the aisle. It takes a while for me to scramble to my feet. Another flight attendant glares at me and helps her co-worker up. I try to push past them, but now there are two of them blocking me.

"Okay," I say. "I'll just pee right here then, if that's the way you want it." I unbutton my pants. That gets them moving and I walk-crash to the restroom, and on my way I wake anyone who wasn't already awake.

When I finally get there, I heave a sigh of relief that it isn't occupied. There isn't a lot of space in it and it takes me a while to figure out how to lock the door. The toilet smells bad. The blue water inside it is sloshing around quite a lot and I wait until a bump throws me toward the seat and I manage to land on it. I pee, hoping the water isn't gonna slop up and wet my ass. I don't have much time to savor that feeling of relief though. I'm beginning to get a little worried about whether we're gonna make it out of this storm or whatever it is.

The captain wasn't kidding when he told us it was gonna get turbulent.

I flush and head back to my seat. On the way I get quite personal with a number of passengers, and remind myself never to sit in an aisle seat. I heave a big sigh of relief when I finally manage to get back into my own seat and buckle up. Rain is pelting the outside of the window. The turbulence sticks around for a while, but finally things get smooth again and the fasten seat belt lights go off. Phew.

I sit back in my chair and watch another movie, and I finally doze off just as the captain announces that we're starting our descent. I run my hand through my hair and yawn. All I can see when I look down out of the window are clouds, and the captain tells us it's raining.

Doesn't it rain every day in England? We land with a bigger bounce than I would have expected and I feel quite relieved to be back on the ground as I pull my backpack out of the overhead and shuffle, along with everyone else, off the airplane and through the gate to the terminal building.

I pinch myself. I mean, I really do and it makes me yelp. Yep. This really is me, Twila Taunton in London, England. It's kind of surreal. I follow everyone else. They seem to know where they're going. We line up to go through customs and immigration and I dig my passport out of my backpack.
Well, that's all, folks. Trish managed to cram all of that into one little post! How clever! Hopefully it has given you a lot to think about.  Hope to be back soon with some more features and news!
Have a great week