Tag Archives: Romance novel

Want a free copy of my new book?

With the recent release of Complications Over Coffee, I thought I’d give a chance for a free book.

If you review Second Chance Romance or Summer Fling on Amazon or Smashwords (links are Smashwords), I will send you a Smashwords coupon with a 100% of for Complications Over Coffee.The reviews have to be meaningful, not “good book, you should read it” and do not have to be positive, that would be wrong to ask for. If you hated it, say why. If you loved it, tell everyone.

Leave a comment with your email and the link or email me at asrai.rdATgmail.com (change AT to @) and I will try to send out the coupons within 48 hours. Offer is good until March 20, 2011.

Enhanced by Zemanta

Leave a comment

Filed under Complications Over Coffee, e-publish, Fiction, free, giveaway, My fiction, projects, publishing, reading, romance, Second Chance Romance, Smashwords, writing

Where are the romances?

I went to the library last week and grabbed what I thought was a romance. It was chicklit.

Yes, there is a difference. Romance is boy meets girl, are attracted but not compatible, circumstances throw them together and they work things out.

Chicklit follows the woman’s journey more.  Usually the women are career women in their 20’s to 30’s who are a bit fluffy. They are floating along life thinking all is well, when they lose their job/boyfriend/husband/mind. And then they take control of their lives and turn things around.The conflict usually does not wholly centre around romance, but there is usually a romantic element.

There is nothing wrong with the chicklit genre. It’s good writing. But I want romance to be the focus of the conflict.

I love romance.

I want straight up contemporary (meaning modern times- I once saw Jane Austen categorized as contemp. Hello! no!) romance. No vampires, no 1800’s fashion, no wild west,no Navy SEALs.

I don’t mind an occasional paranormal. I love Lisa Kleypas and Susan Jeffries historicals. I love, love, love Suzanne Brockmann.

Are straight up romances only done by Harlequin now? My only problem with it is they are too short and my library doesn’t carry them anymore.

Anyone know if mainstream romance novels are dead? I’ll take cheap recommendations as well.

Enhanced by Zemanta


Filed under questions, rants, reading, romance

Second Chance Romance Timeline

Here is the timeline that occurs in Second Chance Romance.


DO not read to the end if you don’t want the special effects ruined. Like y’know how the book ends Happily Ever After or if Kip wins the Stanley Cup.


February 12, 1978 Kip Turner is born

June 8, 1978 Mandy Green is born

Winter 1993 Mandy Green moves to North Battleford, SK from Turtleford, SK

1994 Kip meets Mandy

June 1994 Kip and Mandy start dating

1995 Kip and Mandy move to Saskatoon

1995 Kip is drafted to Ottawa

1997 Mandy meets Eric Tressor

October 28, 1998 Colton Daniel Tressor is born

1999 Mandy moves to Red Deer, AB to live with Eric and be a family

2001 Mandy leaves Eric (okay don’t ready too closely, I fudged the dates a little becuase I did the timeline after writing the book. I forgot to factor in 9 months of pregnancy when I wrote the book).

Between 94 and 2006 Kip plays for several different teams. The details weren’t important to the story so I never wrote them down. Also I was writing the story as fast as possible and not until I worked out the math did I realize I was a bit off.

2006 Kip is traded to Calgary DUM-DUM-DE-DUM

2006 Kip contacts Mandy via Facebook

December Kip and Mandy go out for dinner, kiss

2007 January they start dating

May Team wins the Cup (I actually decided on winning hockey games by flipping a coin. Heads- Win Tails- Lose. I didn’t decide they’d win the Cup beforehand, it was up to a coin toss).

July Kip and Mandy get married

March, 2008 Mandy is due with their first baby.

Enhanced by Zemanta

1 Comment

Filed under Fiction, projects, Second Chance Romance, writing

Starting Over

I’m staring Corey’s novel over.

Saturday I woke up and was thinking about the conflict. I wasn’t entirely sold on it. And then it hit me. The Perfect Woman for Corey Porter …

There is no way I can release (working title) “Baggage” as is.

It does not fit Corey. He isn’t the same in the book as he is in the two previous books. He was much more serious and I just didn’t like it at all.

I was physically ill about it at first.

I went back and forth. I’ll leave it. I’ll scrap it. I’ll leave it. I’ll scrap it.

Finally, while I was doing a lot of things that are really meaningless to the novel, I decided I had to rewrite it. For Corey’s sake.

As I started to look things over, I realized that the story was terrible. I changed details alluded to before to fit the new story line. For example, I had Doug, Ky and Corey living together, when Corey and Ky definitely had their own places.

There are several scenes I will be pulling for the new version of “Baggage”. I’m taking the old version and morphing into something else, which will also take extensive re-working.

Baggage has to come first and then Luke or Jake or Scott’s story. (i have a lot of details to nail down).

For now, while I write as fast as humanly possible (I wish I were sorrier but I have to do this!!), you can check out the new cover I did for Second Chance Romance. I’m trying to make it not look like a DIY project gone terribly wrong. Offers of help only.

Enhanced by Zemanta

Leave a comment

Filed under anger, anxiety, Corey and Mac, emotions, Fiction, Fiction Friday, happiness, My fiction, news, projects, rants, romance, thoughts, writing

And then there were three or none

Okay, well that’s the three versions of Corey that came before the official version. Which I’m working on. Don’t rush me!

The last one I abandoned because I didn’t feel it was going anywhere. There was no drive for me to get to the next scene. If I wasn’t feeling it, the reader wouldn’t either.

I outlined a second one with Mac Black moving to Calgary to live with Doug because she has detached retina and needed care. But after I wrote the outline I didn’t care for the conflict stuff again. Garbage.

So, that’s the tour.

Enhanced by Zemanta

Leave a comment

Filed under book review, Corey and Mac, electronic age, Fiction, Fiction Friday, independent, inspiration, My fiction, projects, reading, romance, thoughts, writing

Corey with Mac: Three

This one was a second attempt where Corey lives with Doug Black. Mac is Mackenzie Black, Doug’s sister. Great inherent conflict right there. What guy wants his friend who sleeps around to be near his sister?

Mackenzie Black considered herself classy. Even so she was excited her brother was coming to visit. She was a little annoyed he was bringing a friend with him, but the guy, Corey something, didn’t have a family to spend Thanksgiving with. And Doug, being the big-hearted guy that he was, couldn’t let his room mate and team mate return alone to Calgary.

She was just thankful that the schedule worked out so she could see her brother for the holiday. It wasn’t likely to happen again and since she spent most of her time working and he spent his time playing a game it would be a while before they got together again.

Her parents were picking up Doug and what’s-his-face at the airport. She was at her parent’s house watching the turkey and setting the table. And also checking out the window every few minutes to see if they’d arrived.

Mac looked at the clock again. They wouldn’t be here for at least twenty minutes, probably longer. Who knew with traffic from the airport on Thanksgiving weekend. She’d have to navigate back in a couple of days with them, but that was another story.

Mac turned on the television and sat down. It wasn’t long before she heard the car pull into the driveway and she jumped up. Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning she opened the door, even though it was damn cold out, even for October.

She ran outside. Her brother was already out of the car with arms open. She jumped into them and hugged him tight. “My favorite brother,” she chortled.

“In the flesh.” They hugged for a moment and then he set her down. She hopped back and forth on the cold cement driveway.

“How was your trip?”

“You forgot your shoes,” a voice said from the other side of the car. She shivered, not from the voice, it was the cold. And the lack of shoes.

The face in front of the voice was fucking beautiful. She’d seen him on television, but that did him no justice compared to the potency of meeting him in person. Doug warned her to stay away, that he was a skeevy player who picked up one night stands all over the place.

Mac wasn’t sure what that meant. But now that he was standing here in the driveway, smiling and oozing sex appeal, it meant that she had a mission. To jump the guy without anyone in the house knowing what was going on.

Doug was overprotective over her, even though he was 20 months younger. And getting away from his death glare wasn’t going to be easy. She wondered how afraid Corey was of Doug.

She’d have to do a little convincing. If what Doug said about the man was half-true, it shouldn’t be too hard. And few men could resist her smile. Or her ask.

Doug kept his arm around Mac as he spoke. “Mac this is my buddy Corey. Corky this is my little sister Mackenzie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mac said.

Corey came around the car and offered his hand. Mac grasped it and shook. Nice warm with callouses. She shivered again. “So, I’m not wearing any shoes. So I’ll talk to you inside.”

“Thanks for the help with our bags,” Doug called.

“Big strong boys like you, you’ll be fine,” Mac replied. She glanced at Corey and he winked.

Maybe convincing him wouldn’t be difficult at all.

Mac winked back and then made sure to wiggle her hips in super slow motion as she went inside. Just in case her smile wasn’t enough.

* * *

Corey pulled his gaze away from Doug Black’s older sister’s ass as she sashayed it up the steps to her parent’s house. She did that on purpose.

Instead of watching the enticing little sway, he looked at the sway’s brother. Who would kick his ass if he so much as caught Corey looking at her the wrong way. Doug had made that clear before they had even left Calgary.

Corey would just have to make sure he didn’t get caught. He caught a grin before Doug saw him. “Come on, it’s cold out, grab your bags and get your ass inside the house.”

Corey came around the car and grabbed his bag from the trunk. Doug elbowed him in the side. “Stop drooling over my sister.”

Corey bit back the reply that his sister was deliberating baiting him. “Right.” He also stifled a snort. Too bad he didn’t have a sister as a point of reference, so he could pretend Mackenzie Black was related to him.

Of course, if he had a sister, he would be spending the holidays with her instead of with his team mate. No point in dwelling on useless thoughts. He shook it off and followed Doug inside the house.

He took his shoes off and placed them on the neat rack beside the door. “Doug, come to the kitchen please,” Mrs. Black called.

Doug dropped his bag. He looked at Corey for a moment. “Mac, show Corey our rooms.” Corey’s gaze flew to Mackenzie’s, who was standing to the side of the entry way. Doug looked pointedly at him once more and then went to the kitchen.

“What was that look for?”

“He’s worried about your virtue.”

Mackenzie laughed and took a step toward Corey. He took a step back. The dance continued until Corey was against the shoe rack. Mackenzie laughed again, this time very close to him. “I’m just trying to get my brother’s bag.”

“Oh. Right.” She kept her smile and gaze on him while she picked up the bag. Kissing her in the foyer of her parents house when her brother might return any minute was a bad idea. Really bad.

“Come on,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “I’ll show you where I’ll be sleeping.” And they were walking.

She did say where she was sleeping right? Was that an invitation? Either she was really hot for him or she was an evil temptress.

Past the kitchen, Doug gave him a warning look. Corey shook his head. Around a corner and down a hallway, and then down some stairs. Mackenzie dropped Doug’s bag in front of a door and then moved to invade Corey’s personal space. “So Doug is staying in his old room down here.”

Corey’s heart was in this throat. Mackenzie was just a little below eye level. Corey reached for her and brushed her hair from her face and then rested the back of his hand rest on her cheek. She put her hand on his upper arm and stretched up to him.

Corey looked at her hips for a moment. He was going to hell. Or at least Doug was going to beat the crap out of him. And then he brushed his lips across her glossy, pouty smile.

She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him deeper, her mouth opening and her tongue slipping into his mouth. She tasted like coffee and cherry lip gloss. He felt his dick start to go hard and he pulled away. Slamming his head into the wall in the process.

She looked at him with a frown.

“Sorry, Mackenzie. My body was about to react in ways that I wouldn’t be able to hide from your family.”

She grinned and pulled him down for a second quick kiss.

“I really don’t want to sleep on the floor of your brother’s room,” Corey added.

She licked her bottom lip really slowly and then sashayed herself back up the stairs.

He followed that round ass back to the main floor and to the back of the house. She opened a door and pushed him inside. “This is where you will sleep.”

“My room is two doors down. There’s a bathroom between us.”

Corey raised an eyebrow. “Where do your parents sleep?”

“Upstairs.” She pointed towards the stairs at the end of the hall. “Doug and I have an older brother and sister.”

“Where are they?”

“Pete is a lawyer in New York and far too busy for the likes of us. And Sam is with her in-laws for this holiday.” Corey sat down on the bed inside the room. Mackenzie leaned against the door jamb. “And you?”

“I have no family,” he said, standing up and brushing past her. That was not something he was going to talk about. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to powder my nose before supper.” Before Mac could reply Corey disappeared down the hall.

Enhanced by Zemanta

1 Comment

Filed under book review, Coming Alive, Corey and Mac, electronic age, Fiction, Fiction Friday, free, projects, quote, reading, romance, writing

Corey version 2

I wrote there were two previous versions of Corey. I found a third. Here is number two with his agent, Rachel. I’m only putting one scene up here. The rest you can read at: mediafire in pdf or epub

She was being sent to Calgary. It was like being 12 and being sent to your room, Rachel Taylor reflected as she looked out her office window. It was even her father who was sending her. She wanted to run away like a rebellious teenager. Instead, she was 33 years old, and she would face her duties. She would do her job. She was damned good at her job.

She was being sent because of her very public breakup with Washington Stars star pitcher, Patrick Barber. The tabloids broke a three months ago with the story. Pat on a beach in Florida, he was there for a few days for games and she had to work, with his 20-year-old girlfriend. The newest superstar model, Ophelia Morgens. Only he’d forgotten to let Rachel know that they had broken up first.

So much for his proclaimed maturity. There was only three years age difference between them.

Thinking about it now, made her want to scream, throw things and generally have a tantrum. Rachel sank down at her desk, glad her father had left. He might regret sending her to Calgary to deal with things there, instead he might send her on vacation as he suggested when the news first broke. Or worse, to a mental retreat, aka psych ward.

She smiled at the thought. If things got worse she might consider checking herself in.

She lifted her head and opened the file on her desk. Corey Porter, one of her newest clients. One of the few her father was foisting on her from Calgary. She didn’t know why one of the agents at the office there couldn’t take on the clients. Hal Taylor insisted that they were too important to hand to just anyone.

So, here she was, shuffling her responsibility around at home in New York. And jumping on a plane to Calgary, Alberta. She cringed at the thought. It sounded like cold and winter, even in the middle of summer.

Corey Porter. Hockey player. Kind of a jackass in public. A womanizer. Perfect, just the kind of guy she would have been hoping to avoid. But, she’d be working with him closely. Hopefully convincing him to change his attitude and his reputation. His contract was coming up and it wouldn’t help him with a poor reputation.

She did the math quickly, he was 29. Great, so not the age to change his attitude, especially not as a sports figure. Those types never changed.

This was going to be a pain in the ass. And a lot of work for her. She put her head back down on the desk. He was no Sean Avery nightmare, but this wasn’t a dream job.

When she lifted her head she found herself staring at his handsome mug shot. It was like his eyes were staring right into her. He was far too good-looking. And he knew it. Another strike against him.

Enhanced by Zemanta


Filed under Corey and Mac, Fiction, Fiction Friday, free, projects, reading, romance, writing