Monday, June 6, 2011

Welcome Joel Borelli

 Finding Love At First Sight, By Joel Borelli

Thank you Miz Ging for having me over, it’s a real pleasure visiting your Dishin it Out blog.  As a new author I’m excited for the opportunity to promote my book, Finding Love At First Sight.  The book is a contemporary romantic comedy set in Boston, with a heavy emphasis on comedy.  I have learned, through the many funny experiences endured on my own that love, specifically the search for love, can put us in some of the most humorous situations imaginable.  We’ve all been there at some point, sitting across the dinner table on a date with “That Person”.  The one you know almost immediately that a mistake was made be it by the person who arranged the date or your own miscalculation as to your would-be partner’s endearing qualities.  The one that has you asking, “What was he or she thinking when they set me up with this person?” or worse yet, “What was I thinking!?”
            Charlie Lomman, my male lead and Seeker of Love Extraordinaire, has the most difficult time finding someone he is compatible with, but more to the point, he has the easiest time finding those walking disaster dates.  He’s something between a Gaylord Focker and a Jerry Seinfeld.  The Focker in him is socially clumsy with women, while the Seinfeld in him tends to focus on those idiosyncrasies others might overlook.  All this leads to him awkwardly fumbling through his social encounters with all the grace of a one-legged man in a foot race.  While his genuinely nice guy persona is endearing to the reader his female companions continue to find reasons to loathe him. 
            Rose Cordelia, my female lead and focus of Charlie’s odd quest, is quite similar to Charlie in that she too is a veritable magnet for strange and distasteful men.  Like Charlie, her story wends its way through some of the weirdest dates imaginable in her search for love. 
            While the point of view shifts between the two, Charlie is my chief protagonist.  After another tragically absurd breakup he decides to try and find the girl he believes is his love at first sight.  The only problem with his plan is he doesn’t know her name and his encounter was so long ago he was in grade school.  Imagine yourself in his position, left with only a trinket as memento and proof that something did occur, and then deciding to try and find her.  What would you do?  How would you proceed with a search?  Who would surface as would-be candidates for your lost love?  You can then begin to imagine some of the comic misadventures in store for Charlie. 
            Yet from the very first chapter Rose is right there next to Charlie, but alas, Charlie is destined to endure some of the most hilarious and humiliating situations while he forces fate in his quest for love.  Fate pushes back too, in the form of an evil, bumper-sticker genius tagging Charlie’s vehicle with all types of stickers, from the inane to the offensive, further complicating Charlie’s life and search.  But in the end, Fate – and Love – has their way. 

            For me, writing this story represented a departure from my comfort zone, which has always been in the Science Fiction/Fantasy genres.  The idea actually stemmed from one of my earliest childhood memories.  Yes, that of a girl I met only once, a very long time ago.  Yet the encounter left such an impression on me that all these years later I still remember her, and like Charlie I never even knew her name.  Unlike Charlie, I was never left with a trinket, a clue if you will to help find her.  While I have no suppressed emotions regarding this girl, the idea for the story had been germinating in the depths of my mind for some time.  The question, “What if?” continued occurring to me, and when I decided to write the story my sense of humor got the better of me.  I strove to tackle all of those awkward situations encountered in the dating world and really try and have fun with the premise.  I believe I succeeded and am proud to say the book is available at www.whiskeycreekpress.com through Whiskey Creek Press. 

Excerpt

Allow me to set the scene.  Charlie, my male protagonist, is fresh off his latest dating disaster, an all too common outcome.  In this scene Charlie is first introduced to his mysterious, mad bumper sticker genius that will dog him throughout the story.  The bumper stickers not only add a comic element to the story, they also serve to push Charlie and the story along, mostly kicking and screaming, but ultimately-we hope-to a satisfactory conclusion.  Immediately following this is another all too common occurrence for Charlie and that is him pulling out the only memento of what he believes is his personal experience of what many call love at first sight.  This is a good look at both the comic element and the romance theme that weave together throughout the story.  I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 3
            Frustrated, and a little embarrassed by breaking up with Rachael in a note, Charlie headed home.  He found a parking spot just beyond his building and thought his luck was turning.  Exiting his vehicle he cut behind his Explorer toward his door.  That’s when he noticed the bright yellow bumper sticker. 
            “What the?  How did that get on there?” he wondered aloud.  He instinctively looked around with the feeling like someone was watching him.  Not a mad serial killer stalking you type of feeling, but after a few seconds thought he suddenly knew what it must feel like to be on Candid Camera.  And in Charlie’s opinion, whoever had put the bumper sticker on his vehicle had a pretty good sense of humor.  It read:
JESUS SHOOTS, JESUS SCORES!!
            He chuckled to himself and continued on to his apartment, wondering how long the sticker had been on there before he noticed it.  He couldn’t say for sure, and by the time he reached his door he decided to keep the bumper sticker on.  He kept imagining Jesus taking a slap shot for the Bruins, chuckling anew with the mental image of Jesus, in full robes rather than hockey gear, diving like Bobby Orr for the winning goal.  And the images just kept coming.  Now it was Jesus cross checking Mario Lemieux into the glass.  Then it was Jesus dropping the gloves, pulling the jersey over the head of Montreal legend Chris Nilan and proceeding to pound the French out of him.  Jesus hoisting the Stanley Cup, a Bruin’s logo on his long, flowing robe, emblazoned with the number 1 of course. 
Inside his apartment though, he quickly forgot about the bumper sticker.  He went to his bedroom dresser and dug out the small, yellow plastic ring with the letter L on it.  Taking the ring to the living room he reclined on the sofa, closed his eyes and fondled the toy, letting the nostalgia roll over him in waves. 
He pulled it out at every break-up and put it away with each new girlfriend.  It was strange, he knew, to keep something so ridiculous from so long ago, but he couldn’t seem to throw it away.  It reminded him of the girl who gave it to him twenty-some-odd years ago, when he was just eight.  It was all he had left of that ethereal encounter.  That familiar melancholy settled over him like a shroud.  He shook his head and harrumphed, feeling suddenly foolish.  He didn’t even know her name, but he remembered the moment he met her like it was yesterday. 
The small classroom was cluttered with colorful toys and chairs and other children.  The smell of wet galoshes permeated the air.  The curtains were thrown back and a bright winter morning sun streamed in, its rays illuminated magical beams of dust that sliced through the air.  It was the first day after the Christmas break, and, for Charlie at least, school was still fun.  The rambunctious children laughed and played while they waited on Mrs. Teal to arrive and Charlie had gleefully joined in.
Then Charlie saw her, standing next to the curtain, wistfully staring out the window, and he thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.  Her straight brown hair hung almost to her waist and glistened like honeyed silk in that morning sunshine.  He timidly went to say hello and when his green eyes met her brown something inside him changed.  He didn’t know what it was then, and still didn’t know exactly what it was now, but it was like something inside of him was removed and in some strange way a metamorphosis had begun.  It wasn’t unpleasant at all.  In fact, Charlie remembered it as magical, because at the same time something else was put inside him.  Something new and different and it completed the change within him.  Again, he couldn’t say what, then or now; just that it had a profound effect on him. 
They clasped hands as they silently stared at one another, the air electrified between them, and he would swear she felt the same things he did.  However, at eight years old you don’t have the mental capacity to understand complex feelings, nor the verbal capacity to express them like you do as an adult.  So they said nothing, only stood staring while that transmogrifying transfer occurred.  Though he didn’t understand the word in its romantic sense, in those precious few moments that seemed to last forever Charlie knew he loved her.  He felt the bond tingle from their clasped hands up his arms and settle deep inside his chest.  And again, somehow he knew she felt the same.  Charlie would swear later in life that if he had ever experienced that thing people call love at first sight, it had been at that moment. 
Mrs. Teal came in and broke the spell, but before Charlie and his little angel separated she pulled a small plastic ring off her finger.  At first it appeared to be one ring, but she pulled it apart and gave Charlie half—the half he held now—leaned forward, and kissed him gently on the lips.  It was an innocent kiss between eight year olds, but despite the adolescent nature, Charlie had never before, and never since, experienced anything so exquisite, so radiant, so magnificent; so pure, in a kiss.
Charlie never saw her again.

You can purchase the book at www.whiskeycreekpress.com in electronic or paperback version.  You may also visit www.joelborelli.com to learn more about me and my writing.
Book is $6.95 through the publisher.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Welcome JQ Rose

Thank you, Ginger, for hosting me today. I am excited to introduce you and your readers to my mystery/light horror novella, Sunshine Boulevard. Gloria Hart, one of the main characters in the e-book, is here with me today too. Gloria wants to tell you about a FREE recipe collection we have put together. Okay, she keeps nudging me because she wants to be the first to tell you all about it. Go ahead, Gloria.

Hello Everyone! I am Gloria Hart. No, not a famous chef, a food network personality, or a dietitian. I am a snowbird, a Florida winter resident, married to Jim, a man who loves to garden. In fact because we spend summers up north and winters in Florida, my husband can grow vegetables for almost twelve months out of the year. We love our fresh veggies, but when the green beans are overflowing in the refrigerator and another bag of zucchini appears in the kitchen, I have to get creative instead of serving the same dish night after night. It’s fun to experiment and discover different ways of preparing these veggies. I share recipes with my friend who posts them on her blog, The Garden of Eatin’.

In fact, my author friend, J Q Rose, wrote a story about the frightening winter Jim and I experienced in Florida when so many of the folks in our retirement community died due to mysterious circumstances. There were many surprising revelations that winter. Rose invites you to read about mysterious and scary adventure in Sunshine Boulevard, a mystery e-book from Muse It Up Publishing.

If you are a new or experienced gardener, visit the Garden for Eatin’, a gardening blog, for helpful tips on practical vegetable gardening, products, book reviews, and recipes.

I hope you find these salads, main entrees, and dessert in my collection to be tasty additions to your family’s menus.

For more information about the e-book, Sunshine Boulevard, click on
Amazon.com  or any online bookseller.

Thank you, Gloria. If you would like Gloria Hart’s The Garden of Eatin’ Recipe Collection, please send an e-mail to jqrose01@gmail.com with Recipes in the subject line.

Log line: Mysterious deaths upset the Florida retirement community interfering with their seasonal activities and turning up more than dead bodies

Blurb:

Who or what is killing the seniors on Sunshine Boulevard?  Follow Jim and Gloria Hart, snowbirds who annually migrate to Florida for warm sunshine, fun, and games in snow-free winters. However this season, Jim Hart, a volunteer First Responder in his retirement community of Citrus Ridge, is drawn into the investigation of the mysterious deaths. Even in the midst of the unfortunate demise of the residents on Sunshine Boulevard, the Harts try to enjoy the winter with friends. They don't realize that their friends are getting together for their own kinds of affairs with each other. The neighbors are in a dither over the deaths, but perhaps more intrigued by the gossip about the affairs and why the naked lady was found lying in the geranium bed


Excerpt:

“Jim, Jim!” Gloria threw her keys on the kitchen counter and then stashed her mat and barbells in the hallway closet.
          “Jim!” She called louder. He was not in the Florida room. She gingerly stepped from the kitchen to the carport. She darted into the attached shed housing the laundry room with storage in the front and Jim’s workshop in back. She walked through the workshop and out the door to the neat little back yard and found him watering their garden plot.
          “Did you hear about George McDonnell?” Gloria shook her auburn hair, compliments of her favorite brand of hair color #118. Her clear blue eyes filled with tears.
          “Yes, I heard.” Jim kinked the hose to stop the water flow and dragged it to the faucet on the back of the house. He slowly turned the tap to cut off the stream of water and dropped the hose to the freshly cut grass.
          “How sad that he died alone. Oh, Jim, he wasn’t discovered for so long his body just ro...” She couldn’t say it.
          “Gloria, come in the house. I have to tell you something. I don’t want the neighbors listening in on this conversation.” Gloria knew her husband of thirty-five years well enough to realize something wasn’t right.
          As they stepped into the bright kitchen, Jim turned to her. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, “Royce called this morning. George’s death was peculiar. I guess, that’s what the Medical Examiner is saying.”
          Jim was friends with the county M.E., Royce Williams. They worked together on investigations involving the First Responders Unit. Living in a retirement community, the Medical Examiner and medics were frequent visitors. An ambulance at a home was not a significant event at Citrus Ridge. It was part of life and death.
          “Royce told us George’s body did not rot. It couldn’t have decomposed that quickly because Miss Lottie checked on him every day when she brought him the mail in the afternoon. She delivered it the day before he died. He was alert and talked about the weather.
          “When Lottie called 9-1-1 at one o’clock yesterday, she was so upset she couldn’t even speak. They traced the call to her house. When the police arrived, she only pointed to George’s house.”
          Jim stopped a minute. Gloria saw the anguish in his face. “They discovered George sitting in the living room in his recliner. His body was mustard yellow. His clothes were melted to his body. The odor was not a rotting smell, but rather like burning or scorching. In fact the fabric in the chair was charred. Ron was the first responder. He told me when he and the paramedics touched the body, it turned to powder.”
          Gloria cried out in disbelief. She covered her face with her hands. “Dear God. What happened, Jim? What could have caused such a thing?”
          “Ron arrived at the scene first. You know Ron. Always talking and telling greatstories.” Gloria remembered the usually fun-loving raucous Ron.
          “Royce told me there was such a look of horror in Ron’s eyes. He was traumatized by what he saw. Ron told him he moved George’s wrist, and his hand fell making a pile of yellow ashes on the floor.”
          “Dear God.” Gloria sat down at the dining room table feeling nauseous.     Jim wiped his eyes. “I don’t know how Ron and Lottie will ever forget this nightmare.”

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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Welcome L.J. Holmes

My name is Lin Holmes and I write as L.J. Holmes. Currently I have twelve contracts with Muse Publishing and hopefully more coming along in the wings.

My first story is SANTA IS A LADY and is Book One of The Christmas Miracles Series. It released on December 1, 2010 and tells the story of Angie, a young woman who nearly died in a car accident and has been battling back ever since. Her friend Beck owns a confectionary store and it is five days before Christmas when she loses her Santa. With no professional Santas unemployed, Beck has to scramble. Her scramble leads her to Angie’s door.

Cameron Drayton wants to show his newly acquired daughter the perfect Christmas. Unfortunately he doesn’t think a female Santa means “perfect.”

This story amazed me. It wrote itself actually, and that must be the right way for me to tackle the creative Nudge side of me. Six weeks after releasing, it won the 5th place in its category for the year long P&E 2010 Readers Poll. 

Now I was on a roll, but the question I get asked most frequently is, “How do you come up with your ideas?” So I thought I’d give you a little bit of a demonstration…

This picture drew me to write because it describes me, and writing. In this picture I see the many facets of my mind at various stages of engagement. There are so many levels of fantasy, creativity, and intrigue hidden in this picture I just fell in love with it.

When a storyline comes to me, I am like the sleeper, with my palm turned up and my body stretched out oblivious to what is churning just below the protection of slumbering flesh or out there in my wild imagination. It is Nudge, my inner story weaver, or some call her their Muse, spinning and shuttling here and there yanking on this thread, blending it with that one and eventually creating a tapestry of beginning, middle and end reality.

Using this picture, for instance, let me show you what I mean…


Beneath the burgundy folds of the intricate mask designed with the contours of her own face in mind, her tender nostrils flare. Somewhere within this space he walks. Would she recognize his visage as readily as she now had his scent? What world is he from? Inhaling discreetly, she tried to separate the different tangs. Could he be from the Malfa Four Quadrant? No too much nutmeg to be Malfoinian. Perhaps he’s from the Trelap Concircle? Yes, definitely of Trelapian ancestry, but with just a hint of something else. Pumpkin? Could it be Pumpkin?

How long had it been since a Frantaxian walked amongst them. Correction part Frantaxian. Great Starasia, she’d forgotten how deliciously intoxicating Frantaxians could be to one such as her. Still to breathe in that sweet, overpowering aphrodisiac after all these eons…

And from there the story goes on, and all from looking at a picture. But that’s not the only way my inner Nudge assumes control to weave her wordy magic.

I can be sitting at the Mall, eating my relaxed lunch and see a child with a balloon go from giggling toothily to howling furiously when the string of that balloon slips and drifts rapidly towards the skylight. Who is going to calm that child down and how? Will one of the nearby adults risk life and limb to teeter their way up towards the high ceiling and try snatching that dangling balloon ribbon, or will the man at the helium tank take pity on the upset child and inflate another? Suppose the balloon man inflates another only to have the child scream even louder because this balloon is green not red?

So many variables and each will take the story down an entirely different path.

I knit winter scarves and hats for my family in Montana each year. My sister-in-law is a Minister, so I also knit pounds of scarves and hats to give to the needy out there. Every scarf and hat I knit requires a certain amount of plotting, planning, and following some form of a design, but if I tweak one strand, it changes the finished product enough to resemble an entirely different piece.

For me, Nudge guides the strands, diving in and out and twirling all around, and in the end, well, in the end I have an incredible twelve contracts in just this last year with MY MUSE, Muse Publishing.

I am not a plotter as a writer. Nudge would soon put me straight if I tried to take on such unrealistic airs. I’m a by the seat of my pantser, and to be honest, it awes me when I go back and actually read the stories Nudge has guided me to write. When you are in awe of what comes out of you, there’s nothing better.

I want to thank you for inviting me to visit and letting me share my methods, convoluted though they may be.

I can be followed at my Muse Dedicated Blogs
http://linsownblog.blogspot.com  for the Main Side of Muse’s offerings
http://linsownoyster.blogspot.com and for all NON Muse authors.

I also have an author’s page at both Muse It Up and Muse It Hot

My e-mail address is :

My books for this year are:
  1. Santa is a Lady-released from Muse It Up and available
  2. Forever With You-released from Muse It Hot and available
  3. The Pendulum Swings-released from Muse It Hot and available
  4. The Twilight Comes-releasing from Muse it Up (MAY 2011)
  5. In From The Cold-released from Muse It Hot (JUNE 2011)
  6. This Time Forever-releasing from Muse It Hot (AUGUST 2011)
  7. Beyond Yesterday-releasing from Muse It Up (SEPTEMBER 2011)
  8. Champagne Afternoon-releasing from Muse It Hot (NOVEMBER 2011)
  9. The Christmas War-releasing from Muse It Up (DECEMBER 2011)

My books so far for 2012 are:

  1. She’s Gone-releasing from Muse It Up (FEBRUARY 2012)
  2. Echoes From The Past-releasing from Muse It Hot (APRIL 2012)
  3. Life’s Journey-releasing from Muse It Up (JUNE 2012)

    Wednesday, June 1, 2011

    Kickin' It Off- Welcome, Roseanne Dowell

    Hi, Everyone,
    I’m Christine Rollins (The heroine in Roseanne's story). Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m ... uh… let’s just say a bit past middle-aged and recently divorced. Okay, divorced for two years, that’s fairly recent. 

    My friends and my daughter have been trying to fix me up with every available man they know or meet since my divorce. Like I can’t live alone. They have no idea how much I’m enjoying my new found freedom. Men complicate things. Besides,  I don’t need a man to feel complete or satisfied. Sure it was rough going for a while. After the divorce I was pretty torn up, who wouldn’t be? But I’ve recovered now and I have a good life.
     Between my job, classes at the local college and my family, I lead a very fulfilling life. Thank you very much.

    At least I thought I did until I came home from Florida after a visit with my son. My daughter introduced me to Steven Payton, her husband’s uncle who just moved back to the states from New Zealand.  Sexy hunk. He reminded me a bit of my father with his drooping mustache.  Persistent too, I soon discovered, and very attentive. More so than my ex ever was. He actually listened when I talked about school or work. He asked questions too.

    Everything was moving along just fine, until my ex showed up one day, unexpectedly. Poor Steven looked confused as we stood in the driveway and Tony took over the conversation and whisked me inside, leaving Steven standing outside in the cold.
    I was floored when Tony asked me to take him back. For two years I’d been waiting to hear those words. Prayed for them. Suddenly, he stood there in front of me – begging me for a second chance. Tony never begged for anything. 

    Well what could I say? After all we’d been married for 35 years; he was the father of my children. Didn’t he deserve a second chance?

    Second Chance will be released this month.
    Visit me at my website – www.roseannedowell.com and/or my blog http://roseannedwellauthor.blogspot.com 

    Sunday, May 29, 2011

    How About Another Six?

    Welcome back, or if you haven't been here before, then just, welcome.  I'm sharing sentences from my recent release, First Degree Innocence.  To give you an idea of the storyline, here's the blurb:


    Carrie Lang’s sheltered life ends with a prison sentence for involvement in a bank robbery. Her arrest comes on the day she’s called in sick and stayed inside, so she has no explanation how an eye-witness describes her in great detail, down to the make and model of her car. A terrible mistake’s been made, and her insistence of innocence falls on deaf ears, even among her fellow inmates. A plan for retribution is brewing, and naïve Carrie finds herself smack dab in the middle of an evil scheme concocted by the prison bully.  A ten year sentence seems mild when she’s threatened with death for refusing to participate. Can Carrie find a way out of this horrible nightmare, or is she destined to spend her days locked in terror, isolation, and the cold gray interior of prison walls?

    Here's today's six sentences.  Hope you enjoy them.
     “Oh, that feels so good.”  Jet practically moaned.  “So, how do you like the amenities so far?” 
    When Carrie glanced in her direction, Jet licked her lips and pushed her sodden hair from her face with slow and exaggerated movements.
    Hadn't the woman proclaimed she wasn't a lesbian?  Why did her ogling and suggestive behavior indicate otherwise?

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