Crazy Little Spring Called Love

Crazy Little Spring Called Love

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The authors of the stories in Crazy Little Spring Called Love (order here) sat down to answer some questions for their readers. For links to the full list of interview questions, teasers, and more, visit the blog tour page.

What’s your best advice about Writing?

Traci Douglass


First, read. As much as you can of whatever you can. Don’t stick to just your genre. Sometimes the best tricks and tips come from completely different styles to what you write. Second, write from the heart, meaning write what you love to read, not what the current hot story type is or what you think will make you a lot of money. If you do sell your book, do you want to spend years writing a type of story you hate? Nope. And third, be patient and adaptable. Nothing in publishing happens overnight and slow and steady always wins the race in the end. If you want writing to be a career and not a one-book wonder, be willing to try new things and new opportunities. Finally, stay positive. You never know where your next big break will come from.

Sheri Queen


Like me, you may have many obstacles in life that like to steal your writing time and your energy–don’t give up. Writing may not happen as fast as you’d like, but keep carving out those precious moments. Also, don’t think you have to write a 100K novel. I’m enjoying doing shorter works–novellas and short stories–that enable me to finish a project and move on to another. Until you can create more balance between life issues and your writing career, consider writing shorter pieces.

M.T. DeSantis


Write when it feels right. Trying to force the words will only get you frustrated and a word document/notebook filled with junk. If there’s a day where the flow isn’t working, take that day off. Tomorrow will be there.

Cara McKinnon


Take all writing advice with a heaping handful of salt, but keep trying out the things other people advise. Your writing process is different from everyone else’s (and might be different for each project!), and the important thing is finding out what works for you to keep getting words on the page. Also, don’t give up! This is not an easy thing to do. You will want to quit. Don’t.

L.J. Longo


Go do it.

Stop reading about it and go write. Don’t talk about the idea, go write. Don’t plan out the idea, go write. Get your butt in a chair and finish writing the idea. Work out the kinks later.

Mary Rogers

Read everything you can in all genres, then stick your rear in a chair and do it. You can fix a bad write, but you cannot fix nothing.

Elsa Carruthers

Keep writing, even when the excitement wears off. Keep writing no matter what. Take time off if you have to, but never give it up.

Tuesday Tales: From the word GLASS, I mean MOTHER

badge-for-tt-very-small-1Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog based on work in progress using word or picture cues. I thought today’s word was GLASS. That’s what i had written on the calendar, but obviously, I made a mistake. So for today, the word is MOTHER. Today’s word is GLASS, I mean MOTHER. Enjoy.


As much as he’d love to keep her in his arms, Paul set MJ down on the stone path, and hand in hand, they walked toward the main building. As they approached, they noted many people clearing away the damage the storm had left in its wake. Even children were helping. They had to be from the village. Hopefully, their homes had stood up to Mother Nature’s challenge. The building itself didn’t seem to have suffered any damage and while things looked bad around them, they looked to be superficial.

Entering the structure, he smiled at the way MJ’s face lit up when she saw the huge buffet table.

“Just what I need. Mountains of fresh fruit.”

“Monsieur et Madame Davis, I hope the storm didn’t ruin the night for you,” Rosette said greeting them, a smile on her face. “We’ve had to make some minor adjustments. The phone lines to the bungalows are down, but power has been restored. Until the trees at the end of the path can be removed, we cannot provide room service. Everything should be back to normal by tonight, but the treasure hunt has been postponed for the day. Some people are not happy, but Monsieur Leroux is stranded in Saint Pierre until repairs are made to his ship. Martinique was hit harder than we were.”

“Seriously?” MJ said, her mouth dropping open in stunned surprise. “I can’t imagine what that was like. Was anyone hurt?”

“A few accidents, but thankfully no deaths. Believe it or not, we only saw the edge of it. Storms come and go at will, but at times they are more vicious than at others.”

“Was there any damage to the bungalows or the village houses?” Paul asked. “This place seems fine even if the lawns are covered in downed leaves and branches.”

Rosette shook her head. “The village is situated on the leeward side of the island near the base of the volcano, which protects it from the worst of the weather. The bungalows were fine as well. The damage might look like a lot, but it really isn’t. Most of the activities are available, but nothing will start until after eleven to give everyone time to help with the cleanup. Boats will be going out into the lagoon shortly to check for dangers, and of course, deck furniture and Jet skis will be returned. There is some damage to the resort’s dock, which must be repaired before any boats can land again, but the village fisherman are offering to take people out since the fishing is always good after a storm. There will be a meeting later this afternoon to explain any changes to the treasure hunt.”

“That’s fine,” Paul said. “I’m sure we can find something to do to amuse ourselves.”

He glanced at MJ whose cheeks were crimson.

“But first, let’s eat.”

Rosette chuckled softly. “Lucette has mimosas in the lounge. Fill your plates and then go inside. There are quite a few people there already, and they aren’t all from your pod.”

Paul nodded. That was probably the woman’s way to let them know Mark and Melena were inside. It didn’t bother him. He’d faced bigger dragons last night. Paul was just a bully, and bullies always caved in the end.

After filling their plates, they entered the lounge.

“What did she mean by checking the lagoon for dangers?” MJ asked, as Paul handed her a champagne flute filled with a mimosa. She carried the glass over to a table for two near the bar.

He sat down across from her, his brow furrowed. “I’m not sure, but I suppose if the water was high enough, some of the predators could’ve made it into the bay. “And speaking of predators,” he indicated a table in the far corner with a nod, “looks like they made it through the night.”

Mark and Melena were seated with the Bill and Christy Smith, the other couple who’d been selected to be their attendants. The two men were in earnest discussion. What could those two possibly have in common? He wasn’t impressed with Bill’ attitude, but from the looks on their faces, they weren’t happy campers that was for sure. Paul shook his head. Regardless of what those two were plotting, nothing was going to spoil this day.

“What is it?” he asked MJ, noting the frown on her face. “Don’t worry about those two.”

She chewed her lower lip. “When I was waiting to get off the boat, Bill and Christy were arguing about the treasure. He was convinced he was going to find it and had an expert arriving on Tuesday. Do you think he meant Mark?”

Paul laughed. “I suppose. You did say he thought his mathematical genius would help. Who knows? He reached out and touched her hand. “Forget them. What do you say we go down to the village and go fishing? You did say you wanted to try it, and this seems like as good a time as any.”

MJ smiled. “I’d like that, but let’s eat. I’m famished.”

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Sunday Morning Musings: Family Is Important

f4192-799px-angelica_polymorpha_2Hello. Well we’re back to the first day ofthe week. When I was teaching, I always thought of it as the last day since it meant the weekend was over, but now that I’m retired, time is measured differently. It seems to move much faster. I hope you’re having an enjoyable weekend.

Today’s post is a super short one. Just a reminder to take time to smell the roses and appreciate family. I’m off to visit my middle son who lived in Europe. He’s in the country on business for a few days and when that happens, we drop everything to spend as much time as we can with him. My eldest son will be joining us, but sadly our daughter can’t because of her job and own family commitments.

There was a time when family members all lived within spitting distance of one another, but not today. So, remember. It only takes a second to dash off an e-mail. Life is shorter than you think.  Here’s a blast from 1988!From left to right: Greg, me, Angie, husband John and Jason. We were so young…family - Copy


Spotlight Saturday: The Captain’s Promise and The Price of Honor

1200px-Here_comes_rain_againGood morning.  Considering what it’s like around here, I thought a little music was needed.

As Annie Lennox says, says, here comes the rain again.

Rainy days are perfect days for reading, In this week’s Saturday Spotlight, I want to feature two books, my historical romances: The Captain’s Promise and The Price of Honor. Both are set in the seventeenth century amidst the intrigue of politics in France and the birth pangs of the French Colonies in North America, specifically New France, now Canada.

While there are many historical novels set in the United States, England, Scotland, France and other countries, there aren’t many set in New France or Martinique during the colonial era. I’m not really sure why. Maybe people don’t realize that Canada’s start wasn’t quite without drama, but it was definitely different than the drama in the Thirteen Colonies around the same time. Both the French government and the English government saw the colonies as money makers. They hunted the land for furs, set up colonies, ignoring the indigenous peoples, and when the colonists did arrive to carve out a living for themselves in a rugged inhospitable land, as different as possible from the homeland, the government taxed them or used them as pawns in a power struggle for more riches.

Both my mother’s family and my father’s came to Canada from France during those turbulent years. On my dad’s side, we can trace our family back to Paris in the mid-seventeenth century when my ancestor came to Canada in 1665 as part of the Carrigan-Salieres Regiment sent to New France to  protect the colonists from the dangers presented by the Iroquois Confederacy and the threat they posed to the lucrative fur trade.

Three years later, in 1668, the Iroquois threat dealt with, the bulk of the regiment returned to France where it was disbanded, about 450 men remained as settlers. These men were encouraged to marry, offered land as  an incentive, but since French were rare in the colony, the government of France sought to remedy that by sending widows and unmarried women to New France as Filles du Roi,  during the 1660s and early 1670s, largely in response to the need to provide wives for the regiment. The Carignan-Salières officers were granted seigneurial tenures, basically establishing a kind of new aristocracy in the colony. The lands they were given were key to protecting the colony not only from the Iroquois, but from the British to the south. The Seigneurs would sub grant land to the men of their companies in order to create an even more thoroughly reinforced zone. The French had a practice of allotting noms de guerre – nicknames – to their soldiers. Many of these nicknames remain today as they gradually became the official surnames of the many soldiers who elected to remain in Canada when their service expired as well as the names of cities and towns throughout New France. My mother’s maiden name was Marion, and there is a small town not to far from here named Marionville. My father’s name is Poirier.

When I decided to write these books, I wanted to offer readers a glimpse not only of the colony, but of the back door deals and intrigue that went on in France, almost dooming my nation to failure.

I did take a little poetic license with my ancestors, though and while Poirier was definitely a soldier, i doubt he was an officer granted a seigneurie, and I’m pretty sure there’s no royal blood running through my veins.

The Price of Honor:

What price is a woman willing to pay to restore a man’s honor?

When her husband is falsely accused of treason and murdered, Isabelle de Caen vows to find those responsible and see justice done. Of royal descent, Isabelle is stunned when the king orders her hasty marriage to one of his favorites, a man she detests. To save herself from a fate too awful to contemplate, she disobeys the king’s edict and commits treason of her own to find the truth.

Childhood friend, Guy Poirier, an aristocrat in New France, has always loved Isabelle. When he discovers her hiding in his cabin aboard ship, he agrees to hide her from her fiancé and help her clear her husband’s name. It doesn’t take them long to realize there’s more at stake here than her husband’s murder. With the fate of the colony in their hands, can Isabelle and Guy prevent a war and find love in the new world?

The Captain’s Promise:

Etienne Blouin left Danielle de Cherbourg in tears, promising to return; he didn’t. Ten years later, Etienne learns she’s been widowed and left almost penniless. Now a wealthy ship’s captain, he offers to help her, but the only reply he gets is from her aunt telling him to leave Danielle alone. Convinced she’s in trouble, he determines to rescue her whether she likes it or not, even if it means losing her love. Danielle is shocked to learn that her companion is going to the colonies, while she is to marry a cruel and powerful man as repayment of her husband’s gambling debts. Despondent, she sees no way out of the horrendous situation. When her carriage is waylaid and she’s kidnapped, she fears the worse. Etienne has enemies who don’t want La Belle Rose to make port. Can he outfox them to save his ship and the woman he loves?

Learning about one’s roots can make for fascinating reading and writing. Do you have interesting tales hidden in your family history?

Friday Featured Author: Melinda De Ross

imagesDuring the A to Z Challenge, I endeavoured to introduce you to what I called “New to You” authors, and I would like to continue that practice for a while longer. Today, it’s my pleasure to introduce you Melinda de Ross. Like myself, Melinda has a book in a Kindle Scout campaign, and since you can nominate two, I don’t see this as competition–more like supporting a fellow author.

JpegMelinda De Ross is an international author of Romanian origin. She writes in two languages, and her books combine the elegance specific to the European style with the modern appeal of the American culture. She has a Law degree and has been a professional target shooter for over a decade. Her favorite genre to read and write in is Romance, and  she prefers to watch a classic movie instead of going to a noisy club anytime. Melinda is also a professional cover artist. The cover to my Kindle Scout book, Sworn to Protect, was designed by her.

She loves to hear from her readers, and you can find her at:

Her Kindle Scout Campaign: Butterfly in Hollywood

Butterfly newWithin twenty-four hours, Kendra Kensington’s life changes drastically. She lands a million dollar contract for her latest novel, now on the road to becoming a movie, catches her boyfriend in bed with another woman, and decides to move across the country from Chicago to California. But the City of Angels harbors more demons than she had imagined.

When she meets Blake Tyler, the famous movie star she’s secretly crushed on for years, she thinks her attempt to rebuild her life may just be on the right track. However, the past and the present seem to be conspiring against her and happiness may be harder to achieve than she thinks.

You can support Melinda’s campaign by following the link below.

While you’re there, consider nominating Sworn to Protect too.

Have a happy Friday.

Throwback Thursday: Mother- Daughter Night

Good morning! I’m up early because 11182058_10155515535345015_2390888850242929111_nI have a big day planned!  Tonight I will be attending the annual Mother-Daughter dinner at the Ramada with my natural daughter, Angela, the blonde in the photo, and my “chosen” daughter, Michelle, the brunette. The dinner is a fundraiser for Breast Cancer Research, and each year, my wonderful husband, John,  purchases the tickets for us.

Angela and Michelle may not be sisters by blood, but they are sisters in every way that truly matters. They’ve supported one another through thick and thin ever since they met about twenty-five years ago. When we go camping together, we are quite the army since they have eight children between them now, and six of those are boys. Ages range from 16 to Mother-daughter dinner 2016almost 8. How time has flown!

The Mother-Daughter evening includes cocktails, a silent auction, incredible meals, wine and dessert. The money raised over the years has been substantial and when matched by Scotiabank, it goes a long way toward breast cancer research.

Here we are in 2016 when the theme was black and white. This year, it’s spring fling, even though we haven’t seen much spring here yet. So, for today, it’s hair, nails,  and getting ready for a little me time. How about you? What’s on your agenda today?

Midweek Tease: More From Sworn to Protect


mwtease15Hello again.  Thanks go out to Angelica Dawson and all the other fine authors who make this blog possible each week and include me in their midst. Reading their varied posts is a wonderful learning experience.

This week, I’m focusing again on my Kindle Scout campaign to get Sworn to Protect published. The novel is a romance suspense, currently seeking nominations for possible publication with Amazon. By clicking on the link, you can read the link, you can read the beginning of the book.

Here is the full blurb:

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Four years ago, a car accident robbed Nancy Frost of her child and her mother, taking what was left of her marriage with it in the process. When US Marshal Neil Copeland discovers his wife is the victim of a terrorist attack at a Baltimore restaurant, he rushes to her side, determined not to let her down again. As the police investigate, evidence suggests the attack was a ploy to hide a hit, and when a professional assassin tries to kill Nancy a second time, it’s clear whatever’s going on is a lot more complicated than they think.

Matters become even more complex when Nancy awakens from her coma, with retrograde amnesia and has lost the last six years of her life. Now, Neil must protect his wife from the unknown person who wants her dead and bring her up to date, including dredging up all the sorrow that tore them apart in the first place, hoping something jars her memory.

As he races against time to find a safe place for her, can he save her from an assassin, rekindle the love they once shared, and show her what they had once is worth having again?

Here is your Tease:

Two hours later, Neil entered the living room once more. The muted television continued to show the live feed from downtown. Although he’d showered, he didn’t feel any more alert than he had earlier. He’d tried to sleep, but worry over Nancy and the fact she didn’t answer his calls had him frustrated and angry. No matter what had come between them, she’d always had the decency to reply. Staring at the leftover pizza in the box, he decided against another piece.

Todd and Mac were in the kitchen packing up the last of the food for transport and arguing over who made the best ribs in Baltimore. Fred was upstairs packing. He’d finally finished answering questions, but Neil got the impression the men who’d interrogated him were no more satisfied with their guest than he was. A cellphone rang.

“Neil, that must be yours,” Tom shouted from the kitchen.

“Seriously?” Neil reached for the Smartphone on the table, stared at the call display, and frowned. He didn’t recognize the Baltimore number. Had the techs made a mistake and given him someone else’s phone? It wouldn’t be the first mistake on assignment, nor was it likely to be the last.


“Is this Neil Copeland?” The woman’s voice was clipped and professional.

“It is,” he answered, his brow furrowed. “Who’s this?”

“Inspector Copeland, I’m Detective Elise Sanders with BPD. Director Anderson wouldn’t give us your location, just this number.”

Neil stared at the phone. Baltimore PD? What could they possibly want with him?

“You’re wife’s been in an accident,” the voice said, as if her words weren’t cutting him to the quick.

The air was sucked out of the room, and Neil struggled to breathe, almost brought to his knees by the agony that filled him.

“My wife?” The question erupted from his mouth. The acid in his stomach churned, making him regret he’d had lunch.

“According to the information we have, Nancy Frost has been seriously injured. You’re listed as her husband and next of kin. Is that incorrect?”

What the hell was Nancy doing in Baltimore? Cold filled him just as it had four years ago, but this time he wasn’t going to stand by. Nothing, not even Fred upstairs, was going to stop him from going to her. They could get along without him for a while, and if they couldn’t then he’d quit, but no matter what, he wasn’t going to let Nancy down again. He plopped into the chair and the sound of it brought Todd and Makenzie into the room.

“No. It’s correct.” She might not want him to be her husband, but until the decree was finalized he was. “What happened?”

“You may have heard there’s been a mass shooting downtown. Your wife was one of the victims—”

Pain seared him. “Is Nancy dead?”

“No, sir, at least not as far as I know. She’s in critical condition and has been taken to Johns Hopkins.” He could hear the sympathy in the woman’s voice now. What had he thought earlier? Shot at close range with a high velocity weapon? The odds weren’t good.

“I’m on my way.” He ended the call and reached for his coat. “I don’t know why she was there, but Nancy was a victim in that restaurant shooting we saw earlier. Call Anderson and get him to find someone else to babysit this guy.”

He stared at the two marshals, their shock and dismay clearly evident. His face had to be as white as the shirt he wore while his stomach was a seething cesspool. Where did all the blood go when it left your face? The thought of Nancy’s blood pooling on a restaurant floor spurred him to action.

“Don’t even think of trying to stop me.” His voice was hard, clearly demonstrating his determination, daring someone to say he couldn’t go. It would take physical restraints to keep him here, more than either of these two had.

“Wouldn’t dare,” answered Todd, grabbing another piece of cheese pizza and shoving it in his mouth. His partner always ate when he was upset.

“Where are the car keys?” Neil’s hands fisted at his side.

“Right here. I’ll drive.” Todd reached for his jacket.

Makenzie came over to Neil and touched his arm. “Go. Chuck and I have this. I’ll talk to Anderson. I know a couple of retired guys who won’t mind filling in as long as it takes. Call when you can.”

He nodded and followed Todd out to the SUV.

If you’ve nominated the book, you have my thanks. If you haven’t please consider doing so.

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