Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Interview with Celia Bonaduce


Hello everyone, I have a rare treat for you today. I often have writers and giveaways on my blogs and we love all that. But today, I had the extreme pleasure of interviewing a very talented author, Kensington house published author Celia Bonaduce. And there is an excerpt, author information and a giveaway :)


Welcome to Keira’s Corner, where there is always chocolate, and lots and lots of coffee.

Keira: You have a story out through Kensington Publishing entitled The Merchant of Venice Beach. What is that about?

The Merchant of Venice Beach is the story of Suzanna, a 32-year-old who is sort of stuck in arrested development – that eternal youth phenomenon that seems to happen with some regularity in Southern California. She owns a tea shop in Venice Beach and she just wants to shake things up. She’s stuck in neutral (with her two best friends since high school – Eric and Fernando - who also work at the shop). Looking into the eye of her 33rd birthday, Suzanna decides that it’s time to finally grow up and that a torrid affair with a hot dance instructor might be just the thing.

Keira: What do you wear, to write?

I wish I were one of those writers who considers writing his or her “job” and gets dressed to sit down at his or her own home computer. I’m more of a yoga pants girl – although I will wear a supportive cami!

Keira: Is writing your only talent?

I am a pretty good singer and cook and if I do say so myself, and a really good seamstress!

Keira: Where in the Hell did you find time to write?

I started writing when my career as a TV producer (mostly lifestyle, cooking, gardening, that sort of thing) was…uh…floundering. So I had plenty of time to write. About two years ago, my career picked back up and God knows where I’m going to find the time to finish book three of the VENICE BEACH ROMANCES (of which MERCHANT is number one). This is a very stressful question!

Keira: If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?

I have a heaven-sent mentor, Jodi Thomas, the New York Times bestseller. She took me under her wing and had such faith in me that some days I would write just to prove that she wasn’t wrong to have faith in me.

Keira: Do you use a particular writing method?

One of my best friends does Ashtang yoga. She practices a set of poses every day, building on her set as she learns new poses, but always in the same order. I sort of adopted that as my writing style. I start at the beginning of my book every day, making small (or large) edits as I go and then build from there.

Keira: What time of day, do you write best?

Morning – most definitely. In my job as a producer on HGTV’s House Hunters, I fly all over the country, so I don’t have an internal time zone – jet lag is not an affordable luxury in my profession. But when I first wake up, that’s when my brain is firing on all cylinders.

Keira: Please share a particular detail about one of characters.

I found that I couldn’t let my main character be “free” if I related too closely with her (what will my mom think? What will my husband think? What will my brothers think?), so I stepped back and identified with a secondary character – Fernando. So, yes, the gay pastry chef with the snarky attitude is me.


Let’s get personal…


Keira: What is your favorite animal?

I just can’t believe what a gift to humanity dogs are. They are so loving and loyal. I love watching YouTube videos of dogs reuniting with their soldier-owners when they come back from months at war. I’ll just sit and blubber.

Keira: Can you tell us a secret?

I have tattooed eyeliner – and I have a tattoo on my hip of a crying heart (for my favorite book “The Crying Heart Tattoo” by David Martin)

Keira: What do you consider a household staple?

My husband bought a Vitamix and he is always whipping up really gross spinach based concoctions. Left to my own devises, I would have used the thing as a doorstop, but one day I decided that I would make popsicles out of some super-ripe fruit. Now I always have them in the freezer.

Keira: What are you reading?

I’m reading The Painted Girls by Cathy Marie Buchanan. I’m just getting into it, so I haven’t really formed an opinion, but I always admire books where the author has done a great deal of research in order to bring a time period to life. This book takes place in Paris in 1878. Along those same lines, I loved Life after Life by Kate Atkinson and Sacre Blue by Christopher Moore for the same reason.


 
Title:  The Merchant of Venice Beach
Series: A Venice Beach Romance Book 1
Author:   Celia Bonaduce
Published:  August 1st, 2013
Publisher: eKensington
Word Count:  approx 68,000
Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:
The Rollicking Bun—Home of the Epic Scone—is the center of Suzanna Wolf’s life. Part tea shop, part bookstore, part home, it’s everything she’s ever wanted right on the Venice Beach boardwalk, including partnership with her two best friends from high school, Eric and Fernando. But with thirty-three just around the corner, suddenly Suzanna wants something more—something strictly her own. Salsa lessons, especially with a gorgeous instructor, seem like a good start—a harmless secret, and just maybe the start of a fling. But before she knows it, Suzanna is learning steps she never imagined—and dancing her way into confusion.



About the Author:
Currently a Field Producer on HGTV’s House Hunters, Celia Bonaduce's TV credits cover a lot of ground - everything from field-producing ABC’s Extreme Makeover: Home Edition to writing for many of Nickelodeon’s animated series, including Hey, Arnold and Chalkzone.

An avid reader, entering the world of books has always been a lifelong ambition. eKensington’s The Merchant of Venice Beach, A Venice Beach Romance Book # 1, was published August 1st, 2013.





Excerpt from The Merchant of Venice Beach by Celia Bonaduce:

     Suzanna was in a panic. After several futile attempts at looking for shoes on-line, it became clear she was never going to have enough alone time to really investigate the subject properly. All the research she did manage just brought about more questions, not less and Suzanna had to admit that she really needed some expert help in finding the right shoes. Now her first salsa lesson was looming, and she had somehow not managed to find the time to go to Dante’s Dancewear. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted, but she knew she couldn’t show up at the studio in the wrong shoes…whatever that meant!
     Slipping away from The Bun as soon as the afternoon tea crowd had settled down, Suzanna pointed her Smart Car towards Westwood Boulevard, where Dante’s Dancewear beckoned. Suzanna walked noiselessly into the store, ready to appear confident and assured. After all, she didn’t know everything, but she knew she wanted “character shoes.”
     “You don’t want character shoes,” said the stone-faced skeleton behind the counter.
     It’s times like these when Suzanna remembered why she never left her comfort zone. When she was managing The Bun or hanging out with Fernando and Eric, curve balls like this were never hurled at her.  The little self-doubts pricked at her like tiny toothpicks, but she pulled myself together, arched an eyebrow and breathed… “Oh?”
     “A character shoe has a leather sole. You want a suede sole for classes.”
     “Oh,” she paused emphatically. And then, because she couldn’t stand not knowing, added, “Why?”
     “The suede glides on the wood floor,” she replied, “and a suede soled shoe is lighter and easier to dance in for long periods of time.”            
     It took Suzanna a moment to let go of her character-shoes-dream, but since her character-shoes-dream was only about a week old, she found she could easily replace it with the new, more dance-centric suede-sole dance-shoes dream. Because, make no mistake, she planned on dancing for long periods of time!            
     She asked the skeleton to show her some suede-soled dance shoes that would lend themselves to sensuous salsa.            
     “What color?” She asked.            
     Red? Too showy. White? Too virginal.            
     “Black!” Suzanna said.            
     “You don’t want black.”            
     Suzanna left Dante’s Dancewear a little more unsteady and a lot less sure of herself than when she entered, but she had to congratulate herself.  She had bought her dance shoes.            
They were beige.            
     Apparently in the dance world, one referred to “shoes” in the singular. You bought a “shoe” and somehow your other foot magically got shod. According to the skeleton, one did not want a shoe that stood out. One wanted a shoe that blended in. Suzanna argued that the whole point of dance lessons was that she was damn SICK of fitting in.  The skeleton replied that she wanted her form and herself to stand out – not her feet.            
     “Beige hides footwork mistakes,” she said.            
     So Suzanna bought beige.            
     Suzanna clicked off the alarm in her Smart Car and hid her clandestine purchase in what was passing for a trunk in the vehicle that was passing for a car. Suzanna wondered briefly if the hot dance instructor would be impressed with her wise choice of a beige shoe. She looked down at her iPhone calendar – she’d find out in less than 4 hours.


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Thank you so much for joining us today Celia, it's been a pleasure.
Keira Kroft

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Juniper Grove Book Solutions Presents...Sweet Oblivion



Title: Sweet Oblivion
Author: Bailey Ardisone
Published: December 30th, 2012
Word Count: Approx. 107,000 words
Genre: YA Romance/Fantasy

Synopsis:
Have you ever wanted to forget? Nariella Woodlinn has. Many times. Especially when her already frustrating life gets turned upside down by a mysterious boy who randomly shows up in her small town and she can’t seem to understand anything about him, despite how much she tries.

Nari hates everything about her life except for her best friend Rydan, but now that they’ve been separated during their senior year of high school, she has to learn to make new friends without him. When strange unexplainable phenomenons start becoming an everyday part of her life, Nari struggles to come to grips with reality. And with love.

Naminé has responsibilities. Duties. It is her obligation to fulfill all that is asked of her by their King. But when a glimmer of hope is introduced to her by a prisoner she tends to and it means life or death for her and her people, she does all that she can to turn that hope into reality and finally end the vicious war that has been ensuing since she was born. Even if that means keeping it secret from her King. Even if it means carrying out the biggest betrayal against the King ever seen during her time.

She has hope. She will fulfill her duty. She will not let her people down.



Excerpt:
But in that short, torturously way too short, second that I got to look at him, something odd stuck out in my mind. He was effortlessly balancing a sharpie on the tip of his left index finger, looking very bored. Too bored. Hmph. 
I refuse to succumb to the charms of a man just because they speak in an alluring accent and look completely devilish. And hot. That will be the last time I ever let myself fall prey to his cunning tricks.
… I hope.
As the novelty of surprise wore off the longer I sat listening to Mr. James go on and on about whatever, I couldn’t shake this eerie feeling that started creeping up my spine. For whatever reason, the new guy was beginning to freak me out. I had this strange alarming sensation in my gut, as if telling me he was dangerous. But all of it was nothing compared to what I felt out in the hallway after class ended.
I had slowly stood up to gather my things, hoping that everyone, and I mean everyone, would leave and I could get to my next class without speaking to anyone. Or at least one particular person.
But as soon as I walked out the door, he was there next to me, making me almost jump to the roof like a cat with my hair standing on end. He looked amused and wore a very adorable smirk. He had backed me up against the lockers, pinning me with only his aqua eyes and as he leaned down, both hands in his pockets, I stood there trapped by my own wonder at what was about to happen. But all he did was lean into the left side of my hair and took a long inhale of breath through his nose, like he was smelling me.
“Mmmm” was all he moaned, before he gracefully skipped backwards like a mountain lion and walked away, leaving me now completely and utterly freaked. What the heck was that? That had to be the creepiest thing I have ever experienced.
And hottest.
But I refuse to acknowledge that part. 
I began to dread going to anymore classes today, afraid he would be there. It all came to nothing though, because it turns out, I didn’t end up seeing him again the entire rest of the day. Thank the Lord! Something was finally going my way.
            The next day, I was too afraid to walk into Literature. I stood there at the door, hand over my heart, trying to calm my nerves down. I don’t know what it was, but something about that guy has me frightened. I asked Zaylie and Desmond about him, but none of them saw him. Zaylie doesn’t even remember seeing him in class yesterday. That right there had me reeling, expecting to see him anywhere I turned and being the only one who did. If I’m starting to see ghosts, someone please just kill me now.

About the Authors:
Bailey Ardisone is a collaboration by two sisters born and raised outside of Chicago, Illinois. They took the last names of their two grandmothers and combined them together to form their pen name. They both married the love of their lives and spend their days submerged in books, movies, music, or art and love traveling. Fantasy books and movies have been a huge part of their lives and are obsessed with Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Sweet Oblivion is the first book they have written together and is the first novel of a series.


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Monday, October 8, 2012

Magic Monday: Glow in the Dark

Welcome to Magic Monday, The day of Romance. Today are the specifics of my very own at time bestselling romantic Suspense...Glow in the Dark.


Did somebody call a fireman? What about a rugged, yet gentle and very good looking fireman?  Anybody call one of those? His name is Jake Gilroy and he is about to change Corey Nolan’s life.

Synopsis
Determined to be out from under her mother’s ruling and away from a no-good soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, Corey Nolan exercises her independence. With a place to call her own and a job that doesn’t pay well but makes her happy, her life is full and her young daughter is content. There is no room for distractions, until she meets a local firefighter—who stirs an immediate forbidden attraction. In need of control, she tries to ignore Jake Gilroy, but circumstances bring her closer to him when someone is hell-bent on destroying her.

Dutiful playboy Jake is known as the smoking hot fireman. The first time he sets eyes on Corey, he knows he wants her. But when threats and strange occurrences start to happen, he finds the need to protect her and give more than he’s ever given any other woman.

Being together becomes more than they bargained for when their desire for each other becomes a matter of life and death….
Excerpt

Jake slid his fingers down her arm and across her wrist. A spark lit through her. She gasped and her gaze locked with his. She made no attempt to draw away. Corey couldn’t…she didn’t want to.

“How is it?” He glanced at her scraped and bruised elbow.
Coming out of the trance, she lifted her arm and showed him the slight injury. “Oh, it’s fine.”

“I would have been over sooner, but the other guys got you, and I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed.”
Corey couldn’t conjure up a response. What he said, and how he said it, turned her knees to jelly. She felt like the high school girl who was just noticed by the popular jock. She couldn’t stop staring at his soft, dark brown eyes, even though a sensible voice in her head told her to just walk away and forget him.

“I’m very sorry. But I really have to go.” She peeked around his massive chest to the men beyond. “It was so nice meeting you guys,” she called over, waving. She turned to pick up her bike, then pushed it along and hopped on.
“Stop by anytime,” she heard Jake yell behind her.

She smiled but didn’t turn around. Glancing at her watch, she’d realized she was supposed to have started her first day of work eight minutes ago. Fear made her pedal faster.

She hoped she hadn’t lost the job already. But what if she did? How would she pay rent? How would she feed Molly?
About me :)

Keira Kroft has been and done many things in her life. She went to paramedic school and received a degree in vet assistance. She has also been a secretary and a bartender. Nothing seemed to fit except her insatiable lust for brooding “hotties”, romance, and the written word.
These days she can be found writing novels with the help of her furry friends, Scamper, and Sawyer. Sawyer helps by sitting on the keyboard while Scamper tries to steal Keira’s food. She spends the rest of her time helping her husband manage their two businesses, along with being the administrator for a website she started that aids new and unpublished authors.

Read fur a cause
 

Just like the banner says I will give a portion of my proceeds from each copy, to the Animal Welfare League.

One lucky commenter will win a free download of Glow in the Dark J

You can find Glow in the Dark in print or eBook at www.decadentpublishing.com
 

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! :D

Here are six more sentences Glow in the Dark, on sale now.



“That person, whoever he was had me dead to rights. As soon as he heard your voice, he took off.” She leaned into him, her eyes closing and recalling the scene. She couldn’t help it—the terror, the fear—all struck her at once. Tears flooded her face; her entire body shook. He wrapped his other arm around as she drew in more air.



Have an awesome Sunday!
Cheers,
Keira