Wednesday

Sugarwater Ranch






Sean O’Connell’s life is perfect, or it was until his partying lifestyle affected his bull riding. Now he’s ended the season too broke to leave the Northwest for the warm southern rodeos. When a wild night with his buddies gets out of hand, he wakes up naked, staring into the angry eyes of a strange woman. His infallible O’Connell charm gets him nowhere with the dark-haired beauty. It’s obvious she’s not his usual good-time girl, so why can’t he forget her?




 Bar-manager Catherine Silvera finds a waterlogged, unconscious cowboy freezing to death in front of the Sugarwater Bar. She saves his life--then runs faster than a jackrabbit with a coyote on its tail.  Any man who makes his living rodeoing is bad news, especially if he thinks partying is part of the competition. He’s everything she doesn’t want in a man, so why can’t she shake her attraction to the rugged cowboy?

Monday

ROMANCE RELATIONSHIP

Today, multi-published author Carol Rose is here talking about romance relationships. Welcome, Carol.


The back bone of all romances is the relationship between the heroine and the hero. Depending on the

length of the story, other relationships may be present, but all revolve around the process of the main

couple falling in love. Everything else—and there is a wide variety of everything else—hangs on the

relationship between these two.

Relationships, however, vary as widely as body style. We are all so different and we don’t want the

same things—except that we do want to feel loved by our beloveds. We want to feel that we are the most

important individuals in their lives. How to convincingly write this has long been the subject of much

discussion among my critique partners. How does a character convey that he or she has fallen deeply in

love? A love that is long lasting and profound? This is what we readers want from romances.

First off, no matter whether our characters are profoundly beautiful or physically deformed in some way,

we need them to be changed by their deep love for their mate. This is terribly important. They have to be

changed and better for their love. Whether they live on this planet or another; whether they have amazing

and usual abilities; if they live in this time period, the past or the future—readers need to see that being in

the loved one’s life has changed the character. Character change is vital.

In our critique group brainstorming, we quickly decided that how well a writer showed this change made

all the difference to whether or not the romance was convincing. I’m certainly not going to claim that we

came up with the only ways to demonstrate this, but we decided on several ways to do it. Probably the

most classic method of doing this is to show both protagonists giving up an important thing or goal for the

loved one. Think of the classic O. Henry story when the characters each sold their most beloved thing—

his watch, her beautiful hair—to give a special gift to the other.

In my book, Mr. Personality, the hero Maxwell Tucker starts out as a snarling pain-in-the-ass. He’s very

successful and he’s nice to look at, but he’s very difficult to be around. It’s only as the story unfolds

that we begin to understand how he got to where he is and why he can’t forgive himself. Max meets his

match in Nicole, however, and through his interactions with her, he learns to confront his past and move

beyond the choices he so regrets. In the process, he helps Nicole, too, in challenging her to stop saving

her sometimes-foolish father.

This is the essence of relationships—good ones help us grow and love ourselves more.

Characters show change and growth in relationships in different ways, but if we writers don’t demonstrate

the results of the powerful effect of falling in love, we can’t convince readers that our characters matter

all that much to each other. Showing character growth through relationship is what makes our stories

romances.

The God Whisperer by Kimberly Troutte



God Whisperer
By: Kimberely Troutte
Releasing July 15th, 2014
Astraea Press


Blurb
A frightened mother on the run
LONNIE HOGAN has lived and breathed fear for the eight years she and her son have been on the run. She cut ties with the past and is hiding out in a small offbeat Danish community in California. Will the killers find them? She’s ready to run again, or fight for her son’s precious life, but she won’t let anyone take David.
A desperate man searching for his family…
Few people on St. John, Virgin Islands, know their favorite doctor, MARK NORTON, is a desperate man searching for the life that was stolen from him. After hours, he surfs the internet for leads and retraces paths gone stone-cold to find his missing family. He’ll do anything to find them and get his son back.
Will sacrifice everything to protect the boy who hears God…
DAVID HOGAN is a regular kid, if you don’t count the one-ear thing. He didn’t mind being deaf in one ear, but it hurt his mom, way down deep, as if she caused it. Why won’t she see bad things can happen for good reasons? Like the ear surgery that allowed him to hear God. Talking to God is one of the greatest things to ever happen to him, even if Mom doesn’t believe it. But the killers can find them now. Can one little kid save them all?

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22740883-god-whisperer

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Author Info
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Kimberley Troutte, is a top 100 Amazon author for romantic suspense. GOD WHISPERER was inspired by her sweet son who was born with one incomplete ear. When surgeons created an eardrum and canal for him and he could hear with both ears for the first time, Kimberley wept with joy and gratitude.

10% of the author royalties will be donated to the American Society for Deaf Children.

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Excerpt

Lonnie sat down next to him and lifted the plastic ear covering. “All right, time to let that ear breathe.”
David flinched. “How’s it look?”
Big tears dripped off her cheeks.
“Um, Mom. Is it that gross?”
“Oh, baby.” She kissed him on the forehead. “It’s amazing.”
She didn’t lie. The outside edge of the ear was still wrapped in a bandage, but my goodness, it was no longer a little nub. He had a new ear complete with an ear canal. It was plugged with tan-colored goo, but there it was—an actual hole.
“Amazing is good, right?” David asked.
Pulling him into her arms, she gave him a gentle hug. “So good.” She kissed his cheek. “A wonderful miracle.” She kissed his forehead.
“Mom, I can’t breathe.”
She released him. “Sorry.”
He looked her in the eyes. “You believe in miracles?”
Lonnie was taken aback. She believed in them a long time ago, but now? “I just meant we were lucky to find Dr. Mason. He was the right guy for the surgery.”
“Do you believe in God, Mom?”
Tucking her feet under her, she sighed. “I used to.”
“Why’d you stop? Was it when Dad died?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re right about that.” She rubbed his arm. “Dr. Mason said to take it easy.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re so stalling. Tell me the story. What made you stop believing in God?”
How could she tell him about the horrors she’d been through? David was eight years old and still believed in Santa. Why wouldn’t he believe in God, angels, and the tooth fairy? She didn’t want to take any of it from him. Not yet. He was growing up so fast.
She chose the simplest explanation. “If there is a God, I don’t understand how He could let bad stuff happen. You know? War, hunger, sickness. Why allow those things? Especially babies born with—” she did not, nor would she ever, say the word deformed, “—with problems? If there is a God, I’m really mad at Him.”
He stared at his knees for a moment as if mulling over her answer. Turning a hopeful face towards her he said, “Maybe God has a plan. Like, um, bad stuff happens for good reasons?”
She ran her fingers through her hair. “I don’t know, kiddo. That’s kind of hard for me to swallow.”
David was silent for a moment and then said, “You’ve swallowed worse haven’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I have no idea.” He massaged his neck, like his dad used to do. It took her breath away.
“David.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Why would you say that?”
A strange look passed over his face. It reminded her of the time when he was three and snuck a gallon of ice cream out of the freezer, hid in his closet, and ate it until he was sick.
“No clue.” He tapped his forehead. “Since the surgery, thoughts pop into my head like someone else is in there.”
“What?” Worry flickered up her spine.
She lifted his chin until they were eye-to-eye and studied him. His pupils were normal, his coloring fine. Except for the giant bandage wrapped around his ear, he looked like a healthy kid.
“You’re tired.” She put the protective covering back on his ear. “Rest, now. We’ll see your regular doctor on Monday to change the bandage and check you out. If he says you can stop taking the pain pills we’ll stop. Maybe the medicines are making your brain fuzzy.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” he said.
But his expression said something else. It was the ice-cream-sneaking-guilt-face all over again. He was hiding something from her.
Something big.