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I write suspense and light fantasy/paranormal set in the beautiful country of New Zealand. A land of myths and magic, Aotearoa (Maori for Long White Cloud) has always been a storytelling nation and it is my pleasure to share mine with you.

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Showing posts with label kindle. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

The Worst Blogger in the WORLD!


Hello!! Long time, no post, which is why I completely and utterly deserve the above ribbon :) Its kind of pretty don't you think?

Its been a crazy couple of months for me. I've had both good and bad things happen which has knocked me off my feet - literally.

You may have heard me mention the fact that I play social netball with other like-minded mums of small children. Its a great occasion to get out, have fun with the girls and get a bit of fitness in at the same time. I played centre which basically means leaping like a gazelle (in my head anyway!) to intercept, making sure the ball keeps away from the opposition's end of the court. It's preferable the ball spends the majority of time in our end and gets to our shooters as quickly and as often as possible.

You might note I used the word, played. That's because a year ago, I leaped for a beautiful intercept, but landed with a straight leg and my knee didn't like it one bit. It popped both ways, tearing the ligament and leaving me in agony. Here in New Zealand, we're lucky that we have a Government Agency called ACC (Accident Compensation Corporation) which looks after people after they've injured themselves, pays for their surgeries, partial physio costs and helps get them back to full fitness. So, I finally had my surgery last month and am now in recovery-mode, which is going well. One thing being so incapacitated has taught me - I will never take having a well-functioning body for granted ever again!

But - I've had some wonderful news too. My third and first full-length book had come out early on Amazon. I'm so excited to see it there and for it finding it's way into reader's hands for the first time.

Just look at it! It's been a lot of hard work to get it to this point, and many times I thought the story would never be told, so to see it in all it's gorgeousness thrills me beyond measure! Now I'm on countdown until I get to hold the paperback in my hands! 

Here is the blurb and a little teaser for you....

He’s immersed in shadows—can she help him fight his way to the light?

Constable Kelly Appleton’s life turns upside down when her partner—the man she secretly loves—is shot. The lines between work and pleasure blur as she helps him recuperate, but frighteningly, his hold on reality loosens too.

After his brush with death, Nathaniel O’Leary questions everything—his life, his relationships, even his recent capture of a serial killer. When ghosts and an ominous shadow come calling, Nate struggles to stay grounded. Suddenly, keeping his hands off his sexy partner is the least of his problems.

As Kelly and Nathaniel work together to right a possible miscarriage of justice, they realize the shadow is a portent of death directly related to the serial killer. Terror strikes when the shadow reveals Kelly is the next target.

With evil closing in, can their love banish the shadows forever?

EXCERPT:

Temper sharpened her gaze. “Are you even listening to me?”
“You might want to back off,” he warned in a strained voice.
“Oh, might I? And why would that be?”
Nate looked down. The top of her dress stretched tight over her heaving chest, the position affording him a glorious view of cleavage. The peaks of her breasts were so close, if he took a deep breath, they’d brush against him. It took everything in him to take shallow breaths even as his tongue salivated at the thought of exploring the lush valley under the material. And who knew what he’d do then. She followed his gaze, and he heard her stifle a gasp. When she didn’t move away, his body hardened to the point of pain.
She lifted her head and another rush of blood went straight to his cock. Her pupils had dilated, her eyes darkened to midnight blue and a slow, feline smile stretched her generous mouth. “Why would I do that?” she repeated in a soft drawl.
“Because you might not like my reaction,” he growled, mindful to keep his breathing shallow.
Slowly, she lowered her head and allowed her body to drop closer until they were just a sliver apart. “But what if I do?”
Need ripped through him and without further thought, he shifted his knees wider, bringing her flush against his length. She groaned softly and his control snapped. Reaching out with graceless fingers, he snagged her hair, his fingers pulling on the tie holding it back. Blonde silk cascaded forward, the fragrant tresses shielding them from outside distractions. His hands bunched in the cool strands, delighting in the warmth of her scalp under his palm, and he tugged her towards him, the movement impatient.


Monday, February 4, 2013

Indulge Yourself With Shirley Wine

Today, I have the incredible, Shirley Wine visiting. Inspiring, clever, full of heart and generous, she is also an amazing writer. I started reading One Hour to Midnight this morning and I'm already a third of the way through. Just like that, I've become a girl-fan of hers and I'm excited to say I've got two more of her stories waiting on my kindle! Woohoo!!

But I'll let you get to know her yourself if you don't already. Hi Shirley, and welcome! Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

Firstly LaVerne, thank you for hosting me.
You know, I hate talking about myself… I think that comes from my mother's English genes.  The Irish genes inherited from my father are flamboyant, if more morose.   This has given me a curious mix of temperament. Practical and organised on one side, in your face, creative and given to periods of melancholy on the other. 
Growing up, our family were the poor whites. I can vividly remember being told as a six year old I was "poor white trash and would amount to nothing." And brother, has that ever been a spur in my side to achieve.  Then a new head master was appointed and school became a fun place.
We had no money for books and I devised a homework ring. A page of long division got me to read Black Beauty, a page of fractions, Lassie Come Home. This worked real well until I made the same mistake in eight lots of arithmetic homework! What can I say? I  loved maths as much as I loved to read. The Country Library Service started and books were renewed every six months. I was the only child in the school who read every book issued twice in the six months, from infants to the then Standard Six.
At college I saw my first library and I was in hog heaven. And being methodical I started reading alphabetically. By midway through my second year I was reading P.G. Wodehouse.  And I never once incurred a fine for being late returning a book.   I read every book in that library, my favourites, Scott's Waverly Novels.  My English teacher told me to skip the boring descriptions and they're rollicking great stories.  Sage advice for a writer.
I've been married to the same man for very near fifty years…and been sweethearts a decade longer. We have been both blessed and cursed with children…blessed to have had them in our lives and grieved when we've buried them, three in infancy, twin sons as young men of almost thirty.  We have two daughters, the eldest has suffered through surgery and rehabilitation from a brain tumour, the younger recently spent time recovering from a stroke… and our surviving son has a severe alcohol problem with all its related stresses.
Writing, gardening and reading and my very own hero at home, are what have kept me sane.  But life is what it is. It's the only life I have and to me every day is precious because I know how fragile the thread of life is and how easily it can be broken.
       
*Shakes head* Knowing tragedy as intimately as you have, it is no wonder you write with such power. I've been blown away by the depth you bring to your characters. When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I can never remember a time when I didn't write. As a young farmer's wife, I had a regular column Country Comment in the NZ Herald where I commented on anything and everything that affected rural women, and often polarised people with acerbic comments. Once a column on the plague of German wasps provoked such a storm the Herald consulted experts on the subjects.   The experts sided with me and I won that debate by a country mile!
Later, I worked as a free-lance journalist for the Bay Of Plenty Times and the KatiKati Advertiser, our local newspaper.  But a writer?  That's still very much a work in progress, there is such a huge amount to learn.   

*Fist-pump* on winning the debate! What a good feeling! Do you remember what inspired you to write your first book?
Yeah! I read The Thorn Birds and was inspired by Colleen McCullough's wonderful simplicity and her way with words. And I thought, I can do that…insert maniacal laughter here…I will write the next Great New Zealand novel.    
Well that's still a little way off.  Maybe…

Ooo - yes! I adored The Thorn Birds too. I love call stories. Can you tell us about yours and your reaction?
I was so excited when my first book Catriona/Kate was chosen to be one of the inaugural books for the NZ's Kiwigold Publishing Company launch.
Not nearly so excited when the firm went belly-up and I saw my books being sold in bargain bins for a dollar a book…or seeing them offered for $35 now as collectibles and knowing I never received a cent in royalties.  I've since republished this book as Yesterday's Sins.
The decision to self-publish was taken when I received my last rejection letter… I decided that I could well be dead and ashes scattered on the wind before I penetrated the glass ceiling of trad publishing.  It's a decision I've not regretted, especially when royalty cheques arrive every month.   I'll probably never get rich…but the satisfaction is enormous.

What drew you to write your chosen genre?
I love romance.  Life can be far too grim. When I read, I want to lose myself in the story, safe in the knowledge the people I'm reading about and care about, are going to reach a happy ending. I don't want to read about death, dying, torture or rape or politics. I know it happens but do I want to take that to bed with me? No way!
So I write what I like to read, contemporary romance.  I do sometimes read historical but the disadvantage of being a voracious reader is that I have difficulty entering the fantasy when I've read so much about the grim reality of history.  And while some authors have achieved fame and fortune creating fantastic other worlds, I just don't get it.
    
I'm a firm believer everyone would benefit from a bit of romance in their lives too - even if its only through a good book! What’s the most challenging part of the writing process for you?
Research.
Research is vital. One thing I've learned is that out there in the big wide world…  someone always knows. I remember being jolted out of a story when I read that the heroine's baby needed a blood transfusion because its father was Rh negative and the mother was Rh positive… and this was the crucial plot point of the story.
Uh oh! It ain't gonna happen.  Having lost infants with Rh incompatibility, I know the mother had to be Rh negative, the father Rh positive and furthermore that there are three different types of Rh positives, the positives who never throw a positive blood group, the one who has a 50/50 chance and then the D type… like my DH who always throw a positive blood group… not because I'm a medico but because experience taught me.
This author didn't do her homework. And once a reader finds an error like this the author loses credibility and a reader.    

Sigh...research. I'm with you on that! Has anything coincidental happened in the real world while writing one of your books in terms of the characters, scenes or world you’ve created?
Oh yeah! "Return To Totara Park" is one book that gives me the willies. The central theme of the book is the death of a child buried at Hautapu cemetery, near Cambridge.  I'd written the first draft aeon's ago. After being let down on a publishing contract, I got my knickers in a twist,  hauled an old file out of my electronic bottom drawer and Return To Totara Park was the result. This was published by Treble Heart Books in 2002.
What spooked me was when I wrote the original, I didn't know two of our sons would be buried in that cemetery.  Even thinking about it now sends the hairs up on my spine. Did I, writing that book, cause those tragic deaths? Did I somehow have a foreshadowing knowledge of events that would come to pass? The twins' deaths were spooky enough, but this still gives me the shivers.  Justin died in a coma after a virus attacked his heart. Twelve weeks later, Nolan went to bed and just never woke up. They could determine no cause of death. Medical science doesn't recognise a broken heart as a cause of death.


 That certainly gave me the heebie-jeebies too, Shirley. Which one of your books is your ‘baby’ and why?
One Hour To Midnight.  Why?
This is the book that finally, after fifty years, has given me a sense of closure.
I have blogged about this book and the defining event in my life that led me to write it. The entire blog is on my website…the blog title:  BLOG HOP: The Book Challenge From NaNoWriMo if your readers want to read it.

I'm going to pop on over and have a read of that - especially since I'm so engrossed in this book at the moment. Thanks for the heads-up. What are you working on right now?
At the moment, I'm in the throes of finishing Sarah's Baby, working with a freelance editor on the final edits.
This is the third book in the series, The Mulleins of Katherine Bay, a fictitious town on New Zealand's Coromandel Peninsular.  I've really grown to love this family as they all face up to the challenges brought on my growing up in a dysfunctional family.  I didn't realise until well into this book that the underlying thread in the three books is domestic violence.  It took the youngest sibling to heal the wounds of their childhood.

Latest news?
Sarah's Baby should be ready to be published early to mid, February.   
I have begun work on "The Homecoming". This is Logan Sinclair's story.  Logan was Keir Donovan's step brother in Lovers' Lies. I didn't realise I'd left a cliff hanger ending in Lovers' Lies until readers started asking me when they could expect a book to tell Logan's story…to date I've had about 20 requests for this.   Talk about serendipity!
And the plot is cogitating in my brain for The Devil's Kiss.  In this book we'll meet up again with snooty Genevieve Pritchard-Sandford after her life has taken a drastic turn.   She's Ashlyn Mullein's sister from Ashlyn's Bodyguard.  Life has humbled Genevieve and she's been taken down a peg or three.   
I never intended to enlarge the Mulleins but this woman is giving me grief for writing her off as a snob with few redeeming features and she's haunting me… I can see I'll get no peace until I write her story.

I'll be waiting for that one! It sounds great! Where can we find you and your books?
 You can find me on my website www.shirleywine.com  
Buy links to all my books are available on my website.  They are available across all platforms, Apple, Kobo, Amazon etc. available to New Zealand readers.  Smashwords make them available on all platforms in other countries.
"One Hour To Midnight" is currently only available on Amazon so I can take advantage of Amazon's KDP promotional advantages.  http://amzn.com/B00AOVXI7M

Seven For A Secret http://amzn.com/B009XJAKLS
Lovers' Lies http://amzn.com/B009GQGUWQ
http://smashwords.com/books/view/249803
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Shirley-Wine/286187614776117

Thank you so much for spending some time away from your keyboard with me, Shirley! It has been wonderful getting to know you that little bit more :)