Monday, August 26, 2013

Excellent Tool for Character Development

Are You My Type, Am I Yours?: Relationships Made Easy Through the EnneagramAre You My Type, Am I Yours?: Relationships Made Easy Through the Enneagram by Renee Baron
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book is an excellent tool for authors. I have used it to help define my characters in my last four manuscripts, and it has helped me "get to know" them before I write the first word.

Are You My Type, Am I Yours is a psychology book that contains nine basic personality types. It details the best and worst attribute of each type, gives a personality inventory and talks about social and relational characteristics. One of the things I like best is at the end of each personality description, it talks about what each type likes and dislikes in the others.

This is fantastic fodder for the fiction writer. For example, in my manuscript, Captured by the Pirate Laird, I identified my heroine as a perfectionist and my hero as an achiever. Ones and threes are not connected in the enneagram, which can make the relationship a bit more challenging.

To give a tidbit of an example of what I'm talking about, perfectionists are ethical, idealistic, productive, etc. They like achievers because they work hard and accomplish a lot. They have trouble with achievers because they are overly sensitive and withdraw when confronted.

See how this helps define your character's personality, and even better, conflicts?

I. LOVE. THIS. BOOK!

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Monday, August 19, 2013

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Romance Novel Convention This Week!

Today I'm off the the romance novel convention, hosted by cover model, Jimmy Thomas (click on his image to find out more about the convention). This is the first of an annual event. I hope the RNC conventions are always in Las Vegas, because it's so close to my home.

The convention should be a blast. There will be classes for readers and writers, there's a costume ball, a cover model competition, and a book fair on Saturday. I'll be promoting my new contemporary romance, Chihuahua Momma and giving out free Post It notes and bookmarks. I'm so excited about this release, and will be doing another bash when the print book comes out in September.

Have you gotten your eBook copy of Chihuahua Momma yet? Click on the cover to link to Amazon! Write on friends!!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Chihuahua Momma is Out!

It's Chihuahua Momma's Release Week!

You can get your copy of my "Dog Show Romance" at the online retailer of your choice:



Barns & Noble



~Print books to be available in mid September~

Back cover copy of Chihuahua Momma:

In the frenetic world of canine pageants like Westminster, where dog hair flies and personalities diverge, Rebecca Lee remains in a cocoon of loneliness. Widowed, with two teenaged kids and a business to run, Rebecca would rather mow through five-hundred poodle cuts than think about dating. But when former quarterback Matt Johnson shows up to buy a Chihuahua, his irresistible grin rocks her world—until Matt’s ex decides she wants him back and Rebecca’s daughter decides she’s against her mom dating. Rebecca now has a choice—crawl back into her realm of dogs or fight for the powerful love that fills her soul. 

EXCERPT:

Like all males, this one was a sucker for a back massage and he leaned into her skilled hands with a blissful moan. He arched his back when she found that “spot” and Rebecca chuckled at the dog’s leg-shaking response. She glanced in the mirror over the stainless steel doggie bath. The steam always made Rebecca’s red hair frizz and it tickled her cheeks as she worked suds into the Powder Puff Chinese Crested.

With her teenaged kids at school, Rebecca sang along to the tune of “Uptown Girl” booming from the light-rock station. She sounded pretty good and blasted out the words she knew, substituting “doggie paws” where her memory failed.

Rebecca took her hand off the Crested to swipe the encroaching frizz out of her eyes. Of course the dog took advantage of the freedom and shook, splattering her with water and suds. “Darn you little rascal.” She twitched as doggie bath water dribbled down her face. Glancing at the mirror, she dabbed her cheeks with her shirt sleeve. The suds in her hair would have to wait.

As she reached for the warm water spray hose, a muffled doorbell rang. Her eyes shot to a plastic black-and-white Chihuahua clock, its tail wagging to the tick of each half-second. Damn, ten minutes early and he’s at the wrong door. Can’t people read the sign? She fastened the grooming loop on the Crested and folded up the side panel of the bath to ensure the dog’s safety.

Dashing from her studio, she opened the door of her Southern New Jersey home. With a sharp jolt, her breath caught as a friendly grin and sky-blue eyes gazed down at her. “Hi, I’m Matt Johnson.”

Rebecca stood motionless. Her mouth hung open, her mind unable to focus.

“Ma’am?”