Tami's Thoughts (Blog)

I’m IT! Thanks, Colleen Meyers (Myers Musings), for tagging me! I’ve never participated in a blog hop before. The idea is basic, so I think I can handle it. There are 4 questions, all the same for each blog, and I have to answer them and then tag a couple other authors to do the same. You, the Reader, gets to learn a little bit about each of us. Pretty cool, eh?

Let’s begin…

 

Question 1: What am I working on?

Beside this blog? And fitting in a little time to play mom? And attempt to keep my house some semblance of reasonably clean? And walking the dog? And being a wife? And reading other authors’ books because yeah, I really do like to read? Oh, right, what I’m working on… Well, Into the Light, the first release in a paranormal series, comes out on MONDAY!! That’s July 14. Four days from now. I’m a little giddy, because beta readers are crazy about this book, and each review (Goodreads reviews) asks, when does the second book come out?

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So in my spare time (see above), I’m working on book two, which for those who have read Into the Light (and those who will, on Monday), is Finn and Cecilia’s story. I’ve rewritten the beginning three times and have now gone back to the first version and am officially sticking with it this time, so hopefully, it won’t take too long to get this one out to you… (Not too long in the writing world is measured in months, just FYI.)

Question 2: How is my work different from others in its genre?

I write two genres – contemporary and paranormal romance. There are two answers to this question, based on the genre. For my paranormal books, I try to always come up with something unique, something that hasn’t been done before (i.e. Lightbearers), yet still maintain the concept of tried-and-true paranormal beings, such as shifters, faeries and the like. I think (hope) readers like something new, mixed with a nice dose of familiar, and that’s what I’ve tried to give you.

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In regard to my contemporary romance books, I think it’s my voice that makes them stand out. Truthfully, I think practically everything has been done, when it comes to contemporary romance. I mean, come on, we’re living in reality, right? Since we can’t deviate too much from real life, it’s hard to come up with new concepts. We just need to write the concepts we love to write in our own voice, and make sure that voice is interesting and exciting to the reader. I think that’s what’s different about me: it’s my voice. I try to incorporate humor, sexiness, and suspense, along with a guaranteed happily ever after. Oh, and good writing. That’s kind of important.

Question 3: Why do I write what I do?

Hmm… This is a good question. I guess I write paranormal because I LOVE to read paranormal. And it’s fun to create your own world, to make all the rules (and then break them as I see fit). But I also love a good old fashioned happily ever after, with real people, in real world situations. I tend to look at practically every experience in my life as a potential storyline, so maybe it’s just the voices in my head that compel me to write what I do?

Question 4: How does my writing process work?

Funny question. I tend to come up with amazing story lines or even specific dialogue between characters, while I’m in the shower or driving or doing some other activity where it is not terribly convenient to drop everything and write down whatever is going on in my head. Because of this, I tend to mull over an idea for a few days before I actually write it down. Often, nearly the entire book has been worked out in my head before I even sit down in front of the laptop. The downside to this is it becomes an obsession. Once I start writing that particular story, I can’t stop until I have at least the basic concept down on, er, saved in my computer.

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Okay, that’s it. Now it’s Ariel Bernstein (@A3Bernstein) and Sasha Abernathy’s (@EarthRelic) turns. Be sure to check out their blogs, so you can learn a little more about even more authors.

Thank you for taking the time to read this blog!

 

 

It’s finally here, it’s finally here, it’s finally here! Release day. Naked Truth is officially on sale, available to the public, on display for the world, should the world choose to read it. It is so surreal to me that a day I have been working toward for five years is actually here. It is actually happening.

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So this is a release day post. Since this is my first non-self-published release, I’m not really sure of the protocol or etiquette or really anything, actually. Since I don’t know what I’m supposed to or not supposed to do, I’m going to do what I want to do. And what I want to do is share a little bit of bonus material with you.

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, Jack and Kennedy’s story wasn’t supposed to be first. Cullen and Sabrina were supposed to be first. But as much as I loved the two of them, their story just wasn’t ready yet. I still have hope that someday, I can turn it into a prequel.

In the meantime, I thought it would be appropriate if I gave you a little bit of the interaction between Cullen and Jack, from this prequel, from back before Jack ever meets Kennedy, and Cullen is trying to wrap his head around the idea that he might be in love with this girl named Sabrina. (It isn’t a spoiler if I tell you that Naked Truth starts at Cullen and Sabrina’s wedding, right?)

I love both Jack and Cullen. I love the way they interact, and I thought the scene below would be particularly entertaining and enlightening, especially as you read Naked Truth. It’s from Cullen’s perspective, and it’s after he and Sabrina have slept together, but he isn’t sure if they are really together, as in exclusive, dating, maybe something…more? The problem with Cullen, when it comes to Sabrina, is he’s really pretty clueless. So Jack steps in and offers help, in typical Jack fashion. I hope this scene will make you chuckle, if not right now, then definitely as you read Naked Truth.

Enjoy! And thank you for sharing this release day blog post with me!

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They were getting along at the moment. Getting along really well. He didn’t want to ruin whatever was happening between them by pressing a subject such as, “What about the future?” Hell, he wasn’t even sure what exactly he wanted in the future, other than to have Sabrina in his bed every single night for, well… the foreseeable future.

And then what? She lived in Dallas, he lived in New Orleans. He travelled pretty frequently for his job, and it didn’t seem like she took much vacation time at all from hers. How the hell were they supposed to make a go at a relationship?

A relationship.

They would have to live in the same town. It was the only way. Would she consider moving to New Orleans? For him? Would he move to Dallas, to be with her?

Jack would be unhappy, or at least annoyed. Their boss would be pissed off. Cullen and Jack worked well together, really well. They solved a lot of cases, made a pretty impressive difference, and he wasn’t stupid enough to believe it had anything to do with one or the other. It was the two of them, working together. They were a damn good team.

Maybe Jack would be willing to move to Dallas.

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“Would you ever consider it?”

Jack looked at his partner as if Cullen had just announced he had started smoking crack.

“Is she that good in bed?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Cullen demanded. “I just asked you a damn question.”

“You just asked me if I would move to Dallas so that you could be closer to your most recent lay. Because you know damn well our boss would be pissed if he had to split us up. So you want me to move to Dallas so you can get laid regularly. As you would say, un-fucking-believable.”

“Jesus. It was just a question,” Cullen muttered. “All you had to say was no. Or yes. I didn’t need a damn lecture.”

“You need something. You need to tell that woman how you really feel. Maybe she’s open to moving to New Orleans. You don’t know, because you’ve never asked.”

“This isn’t about her.”

“Bullshit.”

“Can we focus on the case? I’m supposed to be at her place at seven for dinner.”

Jack snorted. “You have it so bad, you’re utterly fucking oblivious.” He shook his head. “Fine. What did you find out today?”

They discussed the case. They narrowed their list of suspects. They expressed their mutual frustration that they could not figure out a case that seemed so damn obvious.

“Focus on the ED,” Jack finally said. “I know you’ve been avoiding him because you thought he only looked suspicious because he was a dick to Sabrina, but we’re running out of options here. It’s either him, the receptionist or Sabrina. I hope to hell it isn’t Sabrina, since you’re fucking her at the moment.”

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Cullen turned to his partner and best friend and punched him in the face.

“What the hell was that for?” Jack demanded as he rubbed his jaw and glared at his partner.

“I’m not fucking her,” Cullen growled, and then he turned and stormed from the hotel room.

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Naked TruthsmallPersonally, I think that is a phenomenal introduction to Jack and Cullen’s relationship, not to mention Jack’s personality. If you enjoyed that little excerpt, you know the only logical thing to do, right? Read Jack and Kennedy’s story!

Before we part ways, I ask that you consider leaving a review wherever you purchase the book, and let me know what you think. And, I’d like to know, in the comments below, what you think about the idea of a prequel, to tell Cullen and Sabrina’s story.

Thank you and happy release day!

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Yes! Summertime at The Resort has been released!

The much anticipated final installment of The Resort series is here!

In the last Resort book, Allison and Carter are broken up, for real this time. Allison’s moved back to her apartment above the ice cream parlor and she quit her job as his office assistant. She’s ready to venture out on her own, to figure out life…without Carter.

Then her grandmother dies, and in her will, she leaves the ice cream parlor to Allison. It’s the perfect distraction while she tries to get over the love of her life.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take her long to figure out that someone’s selling drugs out of her ice cream parlor, and when she cuts the business off at the knees, well, that’s when the real trouble starts.

Trouble, in the form of handsome detective Dan McIntyre, who sees no reason whatsoever that he should deny his attraction to Allison, now that she and Carter are through.

The way Allison sees it, she has three choices: Carter, Dan or alone. Which will she choose? Check out the preview, then click the link at the bottom to find out!

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Chapter One

 

Saturday morning I lay in bed, thinking about the last few weeks of my relationship with Carter. Again. I was officially sick of thinking about it, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

I dragged myself out of bed and threw on a sports bra, tank top and a pair of running shorts, completing the outfit with a pink Dallas Cowboys baseball cap. When I glanced in the mirror, I almost took off the hat just because Carter gave it to me, but I didn’t have anything better with which to cover my unwashed bed head, so I reluctantly left it where it was.

I tucked the fancy new phone Carter bought me into my pocket, stuck ear buds in my ears and cranked up Nonpoint, hoping the head banging hard rock would make me forget the memories from the past few weeks. A pair of sunglasses perched on my nose and I was ready to go, leaving my apartment and deliberately not locking the door, because I knew it would irritate Carter if he knew.

He hated the fact that I considered locking doors completely unnecessary. We reside in a tiny town comprised of five hundred residents, all of whom love gossip nearly as much as they love hanging out on the lake in the summertime. If someone actually stole something of mine, I’d simply listen to the grapevine to hear who did it and then go to his or her house and take it back.

As I jogged, I thought about Carter. Then I reminded myself that Carter and I were broken up and therefore I should stop thinking about him.

Which didn’t stop me from thinking about him.

This might have something to do with the fact that this time, it was for real.

I swear.

I even moved back into my tiny apartment over the ice cream store. Luckily, Grandma hadn’t decided to rent it to someone else over the course of the last ten months. I think she’s just used to not getting a rent check, since she’s let me live there for free pretty much my entire adult life, save the ten months I lived with Carter.

Moving back was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made. I’ve lived with Carter since last August, and while we have certainly had our moments, it has never been as bad as this.

Another jogger came up behind me, caught up and started keeping pace. I glanced over, saw Carter’s masculine form, all those sleek, hard muscles shifting and moving as he effortlessly jogged along next to me, and I stumbled and nearly fell into the river that was meandering along next to us.

Carter caught me and pulled me tight against his body, and I went limp for a moment, savoring the warmth and muscles and everything I’ve missed so desperately for the last week and a half.

“Are you okay?” Carter’s voice, laced with amusement, brought me back to my senses.

Carter generally found almost everything about me amusing. It used to annoy me, and then I’d just gotten used to it, but now that we were broken up, it annoyed me again.

I pushed away from him and pulled the ear buds out of my ears. “I’m fine. Stumbled over a rock.”

“You look good, Allison.”

The compliment had me sucking in air and rethinking the breakup. Just like that. I hated the hold Carter had on me, even as I felt powerless against it.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound indifferent. I’m sure I failed miserably.

“My house is right here. Want a bottle of water for the road?”

I didn’t realize I’d jogged right into his yard. Or maybe it was subconscious, because as soon as we stepped inside the sliding glass door of his bedroom, he reached over, tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and I fisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him towards me so I could suck on his face.

Whether he expected that reaction or not, I have no idea. All I knew was forty-five seconds later, I was flat on my back on his bed, naked, my legs wrapped around Carter’s waist, my arms clinging to his back, as he buried his face in my hair and pounded into me with the desperation of a man who hadn’t had sex in, well, a week and a half.

Fifteen minutes later, we lay side by side on our backs, lengthwise across Carter’s bed, on top of the comforter, naked and gasping for breath.

“Crap, why did we just do that?”

“Because it felt good?” Leave it to Carter to sound reasonable after mind-blowing sex that never should have happened in the first place.

“Besides that. There are lots of things that feel good but it doesn’t mean you should indulge in them. We aren’t together anymore. We shouldn’t do this.”

Carter rolled onto his side and propped his head in his hand. “About that. Why are we broken up again?”

“Because you think I should dress like a woman from the eighteenth century just because we’re dating.”

“I know that’s not the reason, because if it is, it’s a stupid reason and you should move back in.”

“You completely flipped out over the bikini I wore when we took the boat to the sandbar on Memorial Day.”

“That bikini doesn’t even have as much material as your underwear. But that aside, I cannot believe my reaction to that ridiculous excuse for a bikini is really the issue here.”

I stared at the ceiling fan as it slowly twisted round and round. “You’ve changed. You’re … on edge all the time. Agitated. Frustrated. More emotional. You snap at me as if I have a stalker or a serial killer after me, and nothing of the sort has happened to me in months.”

“Something for which I am eternally grateful.”

“So why won’t you tell me what’s going on?”

He hesitated. His face closed off. His eyes shifted to smoky gray. If he was about to divulge anything at all, I knew it would not be the truth, or at least enough of it to make me happy. To mend our relationship.

“It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“Just bear with me, Allison. I just need a few more weeks. I promise, it will all make sense soon.”

It didn’t make sense now. Just like it hadn’t since Memorial Day, when he went off the deep end, practically unprovoked, and hadn’t quite managed to climb back up the cliff since. I sat up.

“Okay, I think it’s time for me to go. It’s been fun. Probably we should avoid doing this in the future.” I walked around the bedroom, snagging articles of clothing and returning them to their rightful places on my body.

“I don’t want to avoid doing this in the future. I want to do it again in about thirty minutes.”

I forced myself not to look at his still-naked form, because I knew Mr. Happy was very likely still happy to see me. I knew from personal experience that Carter would indeed be ready for round two in very short order. But I wasn’t.

Okay, I was, but I won’t.

“The last week and a half has felt like a year.” His words ripped a hole in my heart. Why, if we were both so in love with one another, were we so at odds?

“What’s your deal with my red bikini anyway? I thought you liked it when I looked sexy.”

“It’s entirely possible to look sexy with clothing covering all the important parts. I swear, I could see your areola, and your breasts aren’t even that big.”

I glared at him as I jerked my sports bra down to cover those not-so-big breasts. “You’re a hypocrite. And an insensitive jerk. So if my boobs were bigger, it would be okay to wear that bikini?”

“Quit putting words into my mouth, Allison.”

Carter was quickly getting worked up, which was, in truth, the real catalyst for our breakup. The only time Carter got worked up was when I was in danger. Like I just told him, I hadn’t been in a dangerous situation in months. So why had his personality changed so radically in the past month or so?

I turned away from the sight of him, naked and spent, yet ready for round two, as his eyes darkened from anger, not lust. “I have to go.”

I tugged the baseball cap onto my head and left through the sliding glass door, speed walking the six blocks back to my apartment.

After I took a shower, I dressed in a clean pair of gym shorts and a fitted white t-shirt and called my best friend, Bree Jefferson.

Bree and I met at the same time I met Carter. At the time, his company, J&J Securities, had been protecting her from someone who was trying to kill her, and I kept getting in the killer’s way. Somehow over the course of the past ten months, we’d become nearly inseparable friends. Until just recently, anyway.

“Hey, Allison,” Bree said when she answered the phone.

Shortly after Carter began having his odd mood swings, Bree suddenly became distant. Not a lot, and if we weren’t best friends I might not have even noticed, but we were, and I did.

We weren’t talking nearly as much and we hadn’t done anything together in weeks. When I finally made the decision to move out of Carter’s house, I had a moment of paralyzing fear when I thought the two of them were having an affair.

I immediately called Bree, already crying, and she’d snorted and told me I was crazy because I knew damn well she wouldn’t be able to put up with Carter’s possessiveness for more than thirteen seconds, and that wasn’t nearly long enough for her to get her jollies out of the experience. Although, she said in typical Bree fashion, she’s always been curious about how he was between the sheets. Even though we were no longer a couple, I begged Bree not to make moves on him for at least five years and she assured me she wouldn’t.

“Are you busy?” I asked.

“A little, why?”

“Just looking for someone to hang out with.” I sounded whiny, I know, but I really could use my best friend right now.

“Still haven’t made up with Carter?”

“Nope. Although we sort of fell into bed together this morning.”

“And why didn’t you stay there?” 

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PS – Here’s the other version of the cover. Truthfully, I like this one better, but the pink stands out more as a thumbnail version, i.e. when you are searching for books to purchase on websites like Goodreads, Amazon, Smashwords and Barnes and Noble. Besides, every cover in the series has that pink background, so it sort of felt… necessary to end on the same note. Still, it’s a pretty cool alternate cover, isn’t it?