FORBIDDEN LAUNCH TOUR CELEBRATION: Excerpt–A Vicious Attack

Well hello, beloved followers. As promised, today Feather Stone is guest posting as part of the Forbidden book launch tour. Check out the schedule listed below for her other appearances. 🙂 There’s also a giveaway and the book is FREE for the next few days. Details are below!

Today’s post features an excerpt from the novel I reviewed on Monday. Check out my review HERE.

Welcome to Forbidden’s book launch celebration

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FORBIDDEN eBOOK IS FREE

February 14th to 18th at AMAZON

book-cover-three-dimensional-finalSynopsis:

Year 2047, City of Samarra, capital of the Republic of Islāmic Provinces & Territories

Fifteen American travelers have vanished. Surrendering to Mayor Aamir’s demands, Captain Sharif becomes the reluctant keeper of his city’s bloody secret – and the witness, Eliza MacKay. The devout Muslim is horrified to discover that if he exposes the cover-up, his family will suffer dire consequences.

The CIA has the lying Sharif in their cross hairs. Sharif’s only hope is to prove his country’s government is free of guilt. Secretly, he hunts forensic evidence. Cryptic messages, backstabbing informants, and corruption threaten Sharif’s resolve to see justice served. When he discovers the shocking truth, he and MacKay become the targets of a ruthless killer.

Sharif is tortured by his attraction to the impetuous Eliza MacKay. In spite of her struggle with PTSD, he’s drawn to her vivacious personality. Islam forbids the intimacy he craves. In desperation to save Eliza, Sharif plots an act most forbidden and fatal.

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TODAY’S FEATURE IS – A Vicious Attack

City of Samarra, Republic of Islāmic Provinces & Territories

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Feigning sleep, Eliza listened to the sound of Sharif making coffee in his kitchen at the end of his shift. A breeze from the open window carried the scent of his clothes toward her. The distinct smell of gun-fired residue and blood made her gag. She decided not to wait for him to kick the bed to wake her. She got up and dressed in the bathroom. Without saying a word, Eliza zipped out to the hallway.

She listened as the ancient city of Samarra woke up to harmonic sounds. The city came to life each morning at six o’clock with the first call to prayer: Fajr, the prayer before sunrise. The haunting musical sound of the Muezzin called the devoted. Dogs, roused by the earnest supplication, barked. Even Eliza, who had no religious convictions, sat in quiet contemplation, deeply moved. She stilled her mind’s chatter and waited.

Waited for a thread of wisdom to be shared by The One Most High. Waited for merciful revelation of why she had survived and her little boys had suffered and died. Waited alone in the heavy silence.

With each of the four daily prayers, Eliza had watched in awe as the city’s ambiance shifted during prayer. Even within the compound walls, the Muslim faithful halted their activities for prayers. An air of tranquility was palpable. Even those who appeared less devout and ignored the religious practice slowed their pace. The Muezzin’s melodious voice reminded the devout of their connection with Allah, of the teachings of Islam’s prophet, Muhammad.

She had learned that everyone regardless of rank, wealth, sins, or honor stood shoulder to shoulder and intoned their praises to Allah, the forgiver of sins, the lord of peace and harmony. Women were segregated to the rear of the prayer hall, the musallah – for sake of modesty, Eliza had been told.

She eavesdropped on Sharif’s prayers. The change in his demeanor struck her. He became like a child singing songs of praise to an adoring father. His devotion to Islam and the teachings of the prophet Muhammad appeared to be based on genuine love, rather than fear of Allah’s punishment.

When Sharif had gone to bed, she listened and watched as the city’s soul burst forth. From her high vantage point, she could see the insane rush of traffic, businessmen competing for a cab, and women ushering their children to school. The vibrancy of the scene reminded Eliza of the excitement of Cairo. Old men bravely pushed carts of vegetables and fruit, others skillfully herded their goats among the passing vehicles. An air of expectancy, anticipation, even urgency in the way the citizens walked and talked spoke of their eagerness to get on with day.

She opened the kitchen window which offered view of the city. A few blocks away, a wide river rushed toward the Persian Gulf, a few thousand miles to the south. A treed park bordered its banks. She spotted a soccer field, possibly a school, and a two-story mall. Tall office buildings and luxury hotels in the distance dotted the downtown section. The four minarets of the city’s ancient Guardian Mosque reached high into the morning’s tangerine sky.

In so many ways, Samarra appeared like every other urban center stuck in the 1990’s, with a strong agricultural element. Adapting over thousands of years, the city had endured countless invasions and survived as a phoenix rising from the ashes time and time again. The land possessed a soul. It emanated an energy of an untouchable guru – indifferent and yet passionate, unconquerable and yet benevolent.

Eliza felt a connection to the land, its history, and its people. It was more than the exotic culture’s sensory seduction of spices, architecture, and mystical landscape. As the human race migrated out of Africa thousands of years ago, tribes had settled in the Middle East. Perhaps the ancient bones of her ancestors lay in unmarked graves beneath her feet. She sent a prayer to the old ones, just in case they were open to favor her with a miracle.

Eliza began making breakfast. She placed the frying pan on the little stove, careful to not wake her keeper. She made scrambled eggs with peppers and onions mixed in. Aromatic coffee infused a feeling of home.

Sharif had bought her a jar of blueberry jam. “For good behavior,” he had said as he set the glass jar onto the old wooden table with a smack, and left.

A white cloth-covered the small worn table. Well, it used to be white. It looked as though it had been used for multiple tasks, perhaps wiping up spills from the floor and soaking up blood from a wound. It appeared clean.

The aromas of street food vendors blended with the car exhaust, her eggs, and the blueberry jam on her bread. Eliza settled in for another long day keeping her distance from Sharif, and dodging her PTSD triggers.

She glanced around the room. It was getting smaller. Her heart pounded. She forced her shoulders to relax. I’ve got to get out of here, she thought as she forced down a mouthful of her breakfast. Yesterday she had pressed Sharif for time outside. His reply remained steadfast, “Not today.” When she had continued to push for more freedom, he threatened to put her in a regular cell and build a cement wall to keep her out of sight.

Over the past four days, she had developed a routine to pass the time. Yoga, meditation, snack, repeat. However, today she had reached the outer limits of controlling the PTSD, triggered by the walls closing in.

While Sharif slept, she planned to inform the day shift officer, Captain Khizar, she was going for a walk. She shivered. When Sharif had introduced him to her, Khizar barely acknowledged her. She had detected the smirk on the senior officer’s thin face. Her intuition emphasized the need to tread carefully around the officer who walked with a limp.

Eliza wore the required black uniform, put on her polished work boots, and pushed her hair up under the black cap. At the bottom of the stairs she listened for sounds of the men. She approached Khizar’s office and sighed with relief to find he had left. Going down a short hallway, Eliza turned right towards the crew quarters’ door. She hesitated, listening for sounds that indicated the mood of the cops.

Belly laughter and smacks against the wall made the door shudder. The men were absorbed in their amusement and might not be interested in challenging her request.

Eliza knocked on the door, careful to sound neither cowardly, nor aggressive. The door was swung open by a constable.

She held her breath. Skilled at hiding her emotions, Eliza looked into the officer’s eyes. The officer relaxed a little. An intimidating smirk grew on his face. Three other men in the room gathered behind him.

The day sergeant, a heavy-set man, came forward and said in a trivializing manner, “The whore is mine. Leave her to me.”

The sergeant sauntered up to her. His eyes lit up like those of a child about to open a birthday gift. He lowered his gaze to her dark boots, and then raised his focus to her mid-section, then to her chest. Finally, he looked at her eyes.

Eliza did not change her expression from that of bland indifference to his suggestive piercing stare. He had called her a whore, but she repressed the impulse to admonish him. She resisted the urge to put her hands on her hips. That would be sexually suggestive and body language might defeat her faster than the wrong choice of words.

“My apologies for the interruption,” she said in Arabic, her voice trembling despite her resolve. “I’m going for a walk.” She swung around toward the exit door.

The officers chuckled as the sergeant stepped forward and blocked her. His face came uncomfortably close to hers. He spoke with a grin, accompanied by the rhythmic flexing and gyrating of his hips.

“Welcome. Come in.” The three men cheered as the sergeant grabbed her shirt and pulled her into the room.

 

LAUNCH SCHEDULE

February 13:

Review by Lily Eva Blake

February 14:

Guest Post with Pat Garcia

Review and Guest Post with Juneta Key

February 15:

Featured in OPAL Magazine

Guest Post with Lily Eva Blake

February 16:

Review and Showcase with Nicki Elson

Showcase with Jennifer Lane

February 17:

Showcase with Nancee Cain

Interview with Tyler Wiegmann

February 18:

Review and Showcase with Yolanda Renee

Showcase with Michelle Willms

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Romance Under Fire
Author Feather Stone / F. Stone / Judy Weir:

1-b078f2221d6ec0463539f01708b9e727On our cattle ranch, when an animal was in distress or injured, I was put in charge of nursing it back to health. Never mind that I was just a kid and hated the sight of blood, but I had to muster up the courage to apply home remedies. My survival rate was pretty good. It seemed like a foregone conclusion that I would progress to nursing – humans. After one year into nurses training, I bolted. Bed pans and chronic diseases pushed me in different direction; a career of dealing with drug addicts, murder, suicide, fatalities, and biker gangs. In 1983 I graduated with honors as a paramedic and worked in the City of Edmonton’s Emergency Services.

For the next twenty years, I came face to face with scenes most people would rather not think about. I loved it. Having experienced life in the most deadly and gut-wrenching events, and work alongside the police service, I gained the fodder for creating intense novels.

My first novel, The Guardian’s Wildchild, was published by Omnific Publishing in 2011. The setting is on a naval ship, under the command of a surely man who is under suspicion of treason. When a battered woman is brought to his ship for execution, he has no idea that she is about to turn his disciplined life into chaos – and that she is no ordinary woman. The Guardian’s Wildchild has a rating of 4.1 at Amazon.

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FORBIDDEN – FEATHER STONE

Good morning, everyone. Today I’ll be reviewing Forbidden by Heather Stone as part of her book launch tour. She will also be guest posting right here on the 15th as part of the tour. Don’t miss it!

**Please note that I received an ARC of this novel in exchange for an honest review.**

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TITLE: FORBIDDEN

AUTHOR: FEATHER STONE

GENRE: CRIME THRILLER/MYSTERY/ROMANCE

HEARTS:  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥/♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

 

 

SYNOPSIS:

Year 2047, City of Samarra, capital of the Republic of Islāmic Provinces & Territories

Fifteen American travelers have vanished. Surrendering to Mayor Aamir’s demands, Captain Sharif becomes the reluctant keeper of his city’s bloody secret – and the witness, Eliza MacKay. The devout Muslim is horrified to discover that if he exposes the cover-up, his family will suffer dire consequences.

The CIA has the lying Sharif in their cross hairs. Sharif’s only hope is to prove his country’s government is free of guilt. Secretly, he hunts forensic evidence. Cryptic messages, backstabbing informants, and corruption threaten Sharif’s resolve to see justice served. When he discovers the shocking truth, he and MacKay become the targets of a ruthless killer.

Sharif is tortured by his attraction to the impetuous Eliza MacKay. In spite of her struggle with PTSD, he’s drawn to her vivacious personality. Islam forbids the intimacy he craves. In desperation to save Eliza, Sharif plots an act most forbidden and fatal.

MY REVIEW:

The synopsis went into much of what I would’ve revealed in the review, so I’ll get right to it then. Forbidden is superbly written and the author made sure it was easy to get into the hearts and minds of the characters. When Eliza MacKay witnesses the horror that befalls her colleagues of the Habitat for Humanity group, she finds herself under the care of Captain Sharif, who must now solve the mystery of what happened to the group his officers were responsible for protecting.

Secrets of Eliza’s past eventually surface and she struggles to keep her PTSD under control. A lot of twists and turns in this novel found me reading it in its entirety through the night. Chock full of backstabbing and corruption, Captain Sharif will stop at nothing to make sure that justice is served. He also knows that his attempt could cause harm to his family and the witness he is protecting.

He finds himself drawn to Eliza in a way that is forbidden and this adds confusion to his life. Can justice be served and true love found?

I loved how the author made Islam more understandable to non-followers of the religion. We learn that it is a religion of peace. Kudos to Ms. Stone for shining this light.

The characters were all well-rounded and three-dimensional, with their own unique personalities. I could feel their pain, confusion, suffering, and doubt. Minimal (if any) spelling and grammatical errors were noted.

If I could give this novel six hearts, I would. It is a definite must read.

RATING: FIVE OF FIVE HEARTS  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥/♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

ABOUT THE  AUTHOR:

1-b078f2221d6ec0463539f01708b9e727On our cattle ranch, when an animal was in distress or injured, I was put in charge of nursing it back to health. Never mind that I was just a kid and hated the sight of blood, but I had to muster up the courage to apply home remedies. My survival rate was pretty good. It seemed like a foregone conclusion that I would progress to nursing – humans. After one year into nurses training, I bolted. Bed pans and chronic diseases pushed me in different direction; a career of dealing with drug addicts, murder, suicide, fatalities, and biker gangs. In 1983 I graduated with honors as a paramedic and worked in the City of Edmonton’s Emergency Services.The Guardian's Wildchild

For the next twenty years, I came face to face with scenes most people would rather not think about. I loved it. Having experienced life in the most deadly and gut wrenching events, and work alongside the police service, I gained the fodder for creating intense novels.

My first novel, The Guardian’s Wildchild, was published by Omnific Publishing in 2011. The setting is on a naval ship, under the command of a surely man who is under suspicion of treason. When a battered woman is brought to his ship for execution, he has no idea that she is about to turn his disciplined life into chaos – and that she is no ordinary woman. The Guardian’s Wildchild has a rating of 4.1 at Amazon.

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REMEMBRANCE – HEATHER HILDENBRAND

Good morning, everyone. I’m happy to take part in the cover reveal for Heather Hildenbrand’s new book, Remembrance. It sounds like a great read!

 

heart-lines-remembrance-ebookShe’s the cure that could save him. If only she could remember how.

 

Two years ago, 20-year-old Samantha Knight experienced a life-altering trauma. Unfortunately, she can’t remember what it was. Previously outgoing, fun, and carefree—it’s as if someone flipped a switch on Sam’s insides. Now, she’s afraid of everything, socially awkward, and convinced she’s going crazy. As Beyoncé would say, she woke up like this. Sam tries her best to juggle college classes, work, and the nosiest roommate ever, but behind the curtain, Sam’s life is all about keeping a firm grip on her own mind. And life is kicking her ass.

Alex Channing has only one enemy in this world: werewolves. Born and raised to fight in the supernatural military, he has become an expert at hunting and killing rabid werewolves. But when Alex is bitten and infected, he finds himself racing against a ticking clock for his own survival.

Alex’s search for a cure leads him finally to an oracle in a seaside town in California. And she gives him the reading of a lifetime. The key to his cure is a girl who forgets things, cries spontaneously, and might just be insane. And the only way she can save him is to do the one thing Alex knows is impossible: she has to remember.

Book 1 in the highly anticipated Heart Lines series, a spin-off of the bestselling and award-winning Dirty Blood series. Note: you do NOT have to read Dirty Blood first. You can start here!
“If you enjoyed the Dirty Blood series, Remembrance is a must-read!”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

HildenbrandHeather Hildenbrand was born and raised in a small town in northern Virginia where she was homeschooled through high school. (She’s only slightly socially awkward as a result.)

She writes Young Adult & New Adult romance including the bestselling Dirty Blood & Imitation series’. She splits her time between coastal Virginia and sunny Florida and loves having a mobile career and laptop lifestyle of living in two places. Her most frequent hobbies are riding motorcycles and avoiding killer slugs.

Heather is also a publishing and success coach dedicated to teaching fellow writers how to create their own Laptop Lifestyle. For more information visit www.fictionauthorcoach.com.

You can find out more about Heather and her books at www.heatherhildenbrand.com.

SWEPT AWAY

Trying to get back into Book Review mode! I can’t promise any specific review days so winging it will have to do. There’s so much catching up to do, it’s unreal.

Today I’ll be reviewing Swept Away by Elizabeth Seckman.

 

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TITLE: SWEPT AWAY

AUTHOR: ELIZABETH SECKMAN

GENRE: ROMANCE/MYSTERY

RATING: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥/♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

4.5/5 HEARTS

 

BOOK BLURB:

He came looking for a ghost. Instead, he found a girl.

Tucker Boone is a war-hardened Marine on a ghost hunt. Fresh out of the corps, Tucker learns he has a missing half-sister, Maddy. The only clue to her whereabouts is a cryptic note…I’ve gone Mad, Mags. Tucker agrees to search for her and heads to Ocracoke, North Carolina where a ghost named Mad Mags is said to haunt the ancient graveyards dotting the island.

The note doesn’t bring him any closer to finding Maddy, but it does offer him a diversion to the doldrums of civilian life— his new island neighbor, Josie McCoy. Tucker is drawn to her quiet spirit. There’s something special about Josie…a connection he can’t quite explain.

By summer’s end, he’s mixed up in deception, murder, and the love of a lifetime. Logic tells him to head home and forget the truths he found on the island. But can he walk away? Josie offers him more than love; she offers him hope. When the clues pile up and it looks like she can never be the girl for him, he has to make a choice- play it safe and break her heart, or risk everything for a chance at being swept away.

 

MY REVIEW:

Tucker Boone is a Marine just back from war. He has a not so great relationship with his mother, Marlene Adkins, but during one of their ‘talks’, he learns that his biological father, Rob Morgan, was a womanizer who left his mother when he was a child. Tucker decides to find him. He learns from his step-mother, Gloria, that his father suffered a stroke and is in a nearby nursing home. He also finds out he has a step-sister, Maddy, who apparently ran away from home several years earlier, to start a new life with her best friend Ariel. Gloria believes a note sent to Maddy by Ariel is a clue to her whereabouts. All the note says is, ‘I’ve gone Mad, Mags’. At Gloria’s request, Tucker goes in search of his sister.

Tucker finds himself in Ocracoke, North Carolina after doing research on the internet and reading a story about a restless spirit named Mad Mags that haunts family graveyards. It’s a stretch, but Tucker takes a shot. He lands a job as a mechanic’s assistant and it includes a small cottage on the premises.

Then he meets Josie McCoy, the niece of the man he’s working for. She’s beautiful, but standoffish at first. Although she’s eccentric, Tucker can’t help but fall for her, but her past haunts her. Eventually, the truth comes out. Can their love survive?

The ending is sad, bittersweet, and happy at the same time. As you all know, I don’t do spoilers, so I’ll leave the ending to your imagination.

This isn’t the first book of Ms. Seckman’s that I’ve read. She is a fantastic writer who puts her heart and soul into her works. The characters were all unique and had distinct personalities. No cookie cutter characters here. The story flowed well and was full of unexpected twists and turns. I’m a dreamer, so I had hoped one part of the story would turn out differently, but there are sad realities in this world.

I would highly recommend this book for anyone interested in thrillers and mysteries with love mixed in. I’m definitely reading more of her books.

 

RATING: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥/♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

4.5/5 HEARTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

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Elizabeth is a multi-published author of romantic women’s fiction. She is a former social worker, constant daydreamer, and mother of four fabulous boys.

She has a house in desperate need of cleaning (so she says!). No set date on completion.

 

 

MISSION TO NEW EARTH BLOG TOUR-INTERVIEW WITH DIANE BURTON

Good morning, everyone. I have a special guest visiting me today, and I’m thrilled to be a part of  the blog tour promoting her new sci-fi romance novella, Mission to New Earth. Diane Burton and I met via the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, and she graciously allowed herself to be my guinea pig…uh, I mean guest for my first author interview. We both came out relatively unscathed by the experience. I could get used to this.

In addition to the interview, I’ve included an excerpt from the book, and there’s even a Rafflecopter giveaway at the end of the post.

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TITLE: MISSION TO NEW EARTH

AUTHOR: DIANE BURTON

GENRE: SCIENCE FICTION ROMANCE

LENGTH: 25k WORD NOVELLA (88 PAGES)

 

 

BLURB:

Would you go on a one-way trip to explore a new planet? Would you do it to save humankind?

Earth’s overpopulation and dwindling resources force the United Earth Space Agency to expedite exploration of new planets for a possible new home. When new crises ensue—a giant tsunami and the threat of nuclear winter—the timeline changes. Eight years of training crammed into four. Sara Grenard and her team prepare for launch, but are they ready for the one-way trip? Will the Goldilocks planet prove just right for Earth’s inhabitants? Before time runs out.

EXCERPT:

Marsh strode toward me with determination—so different from that easy-going swagger that caught my eye the first time I saw him four years ago at the White Sands Training Center. I never believed in love at first sight, but oh, mama. With dark-haired, dark-eyed Marsh, I fell hard. I must’ve done a great job hiding my feelings back then. He said he never knew—until a year later I pinned him on the exercise mat and kissed him. Yep, I took the initiative and planted a toe-curling smooch on his delectable lips. Not to be outdone, he kissed back. Holy smoke. If I’d known what a great kisser he was, I’d have done it sooner. He said he’d been biding his time, waiting for me to catch up. According to him, one look into my “gorgeous blue eyes” and he was a goner, too.

“We need to talk,” he said as he blasted past me toward our quarters.

What? I looked around. Where was the rest of my team? Marsh took an impatient whack at the mistletoe ball hung from a garland. Oh, boy. What had gotten into him?

Bill and Tom trailed behind Marsh with Gloria and Ana bringing up the rear. Like me, they wore forest green jumpsuits, and they did not look pleased. Glum was a better word.

The last simulation wasn’t that bad. A couple of glitches with last-minute corrections. Maybe a reminder to one person or another. I thought we did well. Glitches happened. No need for concern. Or was there? What didn’t I know?

Bill hung back and waited for me to catch up. “He’s right. We need to talk without Big Brother listening.”

The last he delivered in a whisper with a wink and a nudge. Since we were close in height, he didn’t have to bend down, just leaned his ginger head next to my dark one. Loved that term ginger for hair color. Doctor Who always wanted ginger hair. Bill often reminded me of the classic sci-fi show from the late 20th century.

I tried not to smile at his reference to George Orwell’s 1984, required reading in my elementary school. Considering all the cameras located throughout the station, Big Brother was an appropriate appellation.

“I assume Marsh has a place in mind?” I matched my stride to Bill’s, the most easy-going of our team. Bill was a guy’s guy. Best friend to everyone.

“Yeah, he does.”

Good thing. We couldn’t just take a walk outside, unless we could breathe methane. Titan was a trifle inhospitable. In preparation for our mission, the United Earth Space Agency established Saturn’s largest moon as our launch platform. Connected habitats, added before we arrived, evolved into crew quarters, conference and training rooms, and general meeting areas. We weren’t absolutely sure, but we thought our quarters were monitored—something I’d queried but received no definitive response. None of us were happy about that. But then in four days, we’d be on camera all the time. That was the second worst thing I feared about our voyage.

As we followed, Marsh strode across the corridor to the left. The only private place down there was a lavatory. Not my favorite destination for a team meeting. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, as my mom used to say.

“We screwed up again,” Marsh announced as soon as the five of us joined him. His voice echoed off the hard surfaces. “In RT, it could kill us.”

“You and your damn RT,” Tom spat out. “Why can’t you just say real-time like a normal person?”

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Without further ado, onto the interview!

Eva: So, Diane, tell us about you.Where do you live? Where would you love to live?

Diane: I live on the west coast of Michigan, fifteen minutes from Lake Michigan. We moved here three years ago to be closer to our daughter and her family. After moving around the Midwest for Hubs’ job this was the best move we ever made. Love the time with the grandkiddies. This is exactly where I want to live. Except . . . (see next question)

Eva: I’m curious about your family. Married? Kids? Pets?

Diane: I met my husband 44 years ago on a blind date. We have 2 children. Our daughter lives nearby with her husband and 2 children. Our son lives in Phoenix with his wife and toddler girl. We’re looking forward to spending time with them this winter. Now I just have to convince Hubs we need to spend most of the winter in Arizona.

Eva: What does your family think of your writing?

Diane: They’re very supportive. Hubs fixes dinner and does laundry when I’m buried. My adult children tell my how proud they are, and my grandkids think it’s pretty cool that their Nana writes books, even though they know they can’t read them until they’re older. They like to tell stories, too, so we write them and print them out, which they say is even better.

Now About Writing

Eva: What is the best thing you’ve learned about writing and/or the publishing business?

Diane: How helpful, generous, and supportive other writers are. An example of this is Insecure Writers Support Group, which is how I met you, Eva. I also belong to other writer groups who are supportive as well. I’ve also learned you have to be flexible. This industry changes quickly. You either adapt or stagnate.

Eva: What was your road to publication like? Smooth sailing or rocky cruise?

Diane: Definitely not smooth sailing. I wrote for ten years before my book was accepted by a small niche publisher. Another ten years passed (life intrusions) before I tried self-publication. In the 5 years since I’ve had one book pubbed by a small press and self-pubbed 9 more. I’m very happy self-pubbing. I hire a freelance editor and a cover artist. Although I’m a DIY girl from way back, those two jobs are best left to the professionals.

Eva: What is your favorite genre to read? Is it what you write?

Diane: I read so much. Love romantic suspense, sci-fi romance, cozy mysteries, Young Adult, military/action-adventure. All of that except military, but my books all contain action/adventure. I have a YA finished but not ready for publication. Someday…

Eva: Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Diane: The ideas come from anywhere: newspaper, magazines, thin air. The information is another story. I love the internet. Saves so much time traveling to the library, etc. I’m careful about what I find, though, and make sure that I have several sources. The worst part is falling down the Black Hole (a term I didn’t make up) of research. That’s when you see those links in the sidebar and follow them. Then see more and follow them. Great that I find out so much. Bad that I’m not writing.

Just for Fun  🙂

Eva: What was one of the best Christmas presents you ever received?

Diane: My 2nd best gift was a Brownie Hawkeye camera when I was 10. It led to a lifelong hobby of photography. My absolute best Christmas presents were my children. My daughter was born 2 weeks before Christmas, son was born 2 weeks after Christmas, a year apart.

Eva: Name your favorite children’s story.

Diane: Anne of Green Gables. But I have another one I’d like to share. My grandmother gave my sister and me a set of books called My Book House. Each volume had stories appropriate to an age group or grade. The 1st book was nursery rhymes, 2nd short kiddie stories, 3rd fairy tales, etc. The 1st book was well used, pages are torn and falling out. The 12th book looks brand new. Although I’m the oldest of 7, none of the others read the books. They’re now mine, and I share them with my grandkids.

Eva: What one thing (modern convenience) could you not live without?

Diane: I can’t think of anything I couldn’t live without. If I had to, I’d adapt. But I think flush toilets would top my list of what I don’t ever want to live without.

Eva: What are your three favorite smells?

Diane: A baby, almond flavoring, bacon.

Eva: Nice. I love the smell of babies, too. What music do you listen to? And do you listen to it while you write?

Diane: Soft rock or Golden Oldies, but never while I write. The lyrics play in my head, and I can’t concentrate. Sometimes I’ll listen to classical music (no words) or Andrea Bocelli’s songs in Italian.

Eva: Can you tell us a little about your latest work?

Diane:  Of course. Mission to New Earth is about a group of astronauts preparing to explore a planet in the “Goldilocks” zone where the conditions are just right for humans. The story is told by the commander of the mission, Sara Grenard.

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Eva: Thank you for joining me today and making my first ever author interview easy and painless.

Diane: It’s been my pleasure, and thank you for having me.

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About the Author

diane-burtonDiane Burton combines her love of mystery, adventure, science fiction and romance into writing romantic fiction. Besides the science fiction romance Switched and Outer Rim series, she is the author of One Red Shoe, a romantic suspense, and the Alex O’Hara PI mystery series. She is also a contributor to two anthologies How I Met My Husband and Portals: A Gateway to Science Fiction Romance Vol. 2. Diane and her husband live in Michigan. They have two children and three grandchildren.

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