Showing posts with label #historicalromance. Show all posts
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Monday, May 12, 2014

Great Interview! Stacy Juba stops by....

Sink or Swim 
Stacy Juba Interview!


Deanna:  Tell us a bit about yourself  that our readers might not know.

Stacy: I’ve been writing stories since elementary school and had my first book, my young adult hockey novel Face-Off, published when I was 18. I wrote it in high school. Later, I worked as a journalist for several years.

 

Deanna:  What do you do to relax?

Stacy: I do Zumba, yoga, and I love to read. I have a special recliner chair in my living room (so comfy as it has memory foam!) and I will sit there to read and meditate. My husband and I also enjoy watching Once Upon a Time.

 

Deanna:  As authors, we’ve sometimes been accused of being several people. How many personalities live in your mind?

Stacy: A lot! There’s the Nancy Drew personality that enjoys writing mystery stories and whodunits. There’s the romantic personality that likes to add an element of romance to my books. There’s the sassy chick lit girl who likes to inject humor into books. (She is a new “personality” for me as I am finishing up my first romantic comedy.) There’s the mom who writes books for kids from time to time. And there’s the journalist who wants to inform people about important subjects through my blog and through writing articles.


Deanna: What type of hero do you like best?

Stacy: I like a hero who is good-looking, funny, smart, and treats his lady with respect.

 

Deanna:  How many plots do you include in one of your books?

Stacy: I usually have a main plot, a romance subplot, and a couple of other subplots that either advance the main storyline or help with character development.

 

Deanna:  Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer

Stacy:  On a typical day, I do a lot of book promotion tasks such as doing interviews, setting up posts on my blog, scheduling tweets, working with my intern on various marketing projects, corresponding with book reviewers and book bloggers, and networking on Twitter. I also spend time either writing or editing my book in progress.

Deanna:  Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Stacy:  They are all different in one sense, as I’ve published mystery/romantic suspense novels for adults, young adult paranormal and sports books, and children’s books. But the one common theme is that all the characters are at a crossroads, or a fork in the road, where they can either remain on the same stale path or take a risk and venture into a new direction. I branded my website as Characters at a Crossroads.

Deanna:  Where does your inspiration come from?

Stacy:  I am inspired by places I’ve been and things that I’ve done over the years. For example, my mystery novel Twenty-Five Years Ago Today was inspired by my previous job as a newspaper editorial assistant and the Greek mythology subplot was inspired by my interest in mythology. My work in progress, Fooling Around With Cinderella, was inspired by a family trip to a theme park.   

 

Deanna:  What attracts you to your genre?

Stacy:  In the past, I primarily wrote mystery novels with a romance subplot. I am attracted to that genre as I’m a lifelong mystery fan who loves a good puzzle or whodunit. Lately, I have also been attracted to both reading and writing in the sweet romance/romantic comedy genre. Sometimes I’m in the mood for a lighter book where no one gets killed off and the suspense comes from the relationships.

Deanna:  What was the first novel/short story/poem you wrote? Did you ever publish it?

Stacy:  My first story was The Curse of the White Witch, and I didn’t publish it because I was in third grade. However, I recently reread it and I was very surprised at the underlying similarities to my published teen novel Dark Before Dawn, about a 16-year-old psychic girl who feels like a misfit. My childhood story was about a girl with special powers who tried to use them for good, but people were mean to her because of her differences. I was startled by the similar themes when I reread my childhood story.

Deanna:  How did you come up with the title of your latest book?

Stacy:  Sink or Swim was named after the fictional reality TV show in the book. My character Cassidy goes on a show where she has to serve as a crew member about a Tall Ship, and those voted off must walk the plank. After she returns to her normal life, Cassidy attracts a stalker and must “sink or swim” once again in this new struggle.

 

Deanna: you have a specific writing style?

Stacy:  Several editors have described my style as evocative and clear, easy reading. I’m not one to write pages and pages of description without dialogue. I’m very aware of pacing when I write and I don’t want to write long blocky passages that readers will skim over.  I blend in descriptions and narrative in smaller chunks and write a lot of dialogue.      

 

Deanna:  Is there a message in your novel you want your readers to grasp?

Stacy:  One of the messages in Sink or Swim is about going for it and not being afraid to take chances. Cassidy takes a chance by going on a reality show, as she hopes to win money to start her own fitness center. When that doesn’t pan out, she is afraid to take the plunge into entrepreneurship. She is also commitment-shy and needs to take a chance in a romantic relationship.  She grows in the book as a result of her experiences on the show and with her stalker.

Deanna:  How much of the book is realistic?

Stacy:  Cassidy works in a health club as a personal trainer. My college major was exercise physiology and I worked in a health club during college, so that setting was derived from my personal experience.  The book was inspired by the reality TV show craze, so I did some research into what it’s like to be on a reality show. However, the plot is all fiction – thankfully, since some reality contestants get killed off!

Deanna:  Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Stacy:  I find it hard to carve out regular time for writing, as there is so much book promotion to do. That is probably my biggest challenge.

Deanna:  What kind of research do you do for your novels? 

Stacy:  For Sink or Swim, I audited a firearms class as I thought it was realistic that Cassidy might want to get a gun to protect herself from her stalker. I’ve also interviewed police officers for my books and I once took a Citizens Police Academy with my husband. That was fun as we got to go on a ride-a-long in a cruiser and we also received a tour of a prison.

 

Deanna:  What do you hope readers gain from reading your books?

Stacy: I hope they are entertained and that my books distract them from the stress of their daily lives. I hope that even when they’re not reading it, that they might be thinking about it and wondering what happens next. I also hope that they learn something new. For example, in Sink or Swim, readers get a behind the scenes glimpse into reality TV. In Twenty-Five Years Ago Today, they learn about the newspaper industry and about Greek mythology, and in my young adult thriller Dark Before Dawn, they learn about chakras and crystals.





Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Show some love to The Romance Reviews for their 3rd Anniversary!


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Monday, September 9, 2013

@DeannaJewel shares Contests on Blog Tour!

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Monday, July 15, 2013

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Sunday, June 2, 2013

Love contests? Here's a great one! TRR!


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Monday, May 13, 2013

Meet Award Winning Romance Author, Meg Mims! Contest Alert!


Meg Mims
Romance Author
       This week's author is going to take us back in time to attend a banquet at the Ebner Hotel in Sacramento, California 1869 to get us ready for her books, so we hope all of you have dressed for the occasion. If not, step over to our dressing room and find a gown that fits. I know we'll all look fabulous.
      At the bottom is Meg's Contest so do leave a comment with your email addy and e-book format to be in. Here's a sample of the gowns and the menu for the ball!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  

Reader’s Haven: Meg, what a wonderful party! We know everyone will have a great time. *spreading our fans for the gentlemen) Tell us a bit about yourself...Your gown is beautiful, by the way.


Meg: Thank you! I thought a ball would be fun. I’m an artist in watercolor, acrylic and pen/ink media. I find it very relaxing! 

Reader’s Haven: What made you want to become a writer?

Meg: When I first started reading the Boxcar Children mysteries, I knew I wanted to write my own stories. I did a lot of reading first - and waited till I was married with a baby to start.

Reader’s Haven: Please share a bit about your new release, Double or Nothing, without giving away any spoilers.



Meg: The book is the sequel to my Spur Award-winning novel, Double Crossing. Lily Granville finds herself in more trouble when her guardian announces her engagement to a hand-picked suitor. But she is in love with Ace Diamond, the Texan renegade who saved her life on the journey to California — a man her uncle is determined to keep away at all cost. Ace is just as determined to prove himself worthy of Lily’s hand, but is framed for murder after a dynamite explosion. Will Lily be able to save him from the hangman’s noose?

Reader’s Haven: Do you write under a pen name?

Meg:  Meg Mims is my pen name. I use “Meg” in memory of my niece who was killed in an automobile accident.

Reader’s Haven: That's a warm gesture and a way to honor her memory. What types of hero or heroine do you like best?


Meg:  I love a heroine who is independent and intuitive with plenty of courage.  I prefer a hero who isn’t totally alpha nor totally beta -- a mix of both is best! Ace is pretty gruff, and comes across as a real mercenary when Lily first meets him, but he has a heart of gold.

Reader’s Haven: Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.


Meg:  I’m ruled by my dogs! They get me up at 7 a.m., I let them out, feed/water them, then the cat, before my own breakfast and coffee. Then I get busy writing and catching up on mail and social media -- in between all the trips outside/back inside, barking at squirrels or the mailman, trucks, etc. It’s not quiet, that’s for sure. They let me know what they want! Even my poor husband comes second.

Reader’s Haven: Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?


Meg:  Pretty much solid mysteries. Even the short novellas I’ve written have a touch of intrigue going on, so I guess that’s what I love best. Justice must be served in the end.


Reader’s Haven: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?


Meg:  I used to write a first draft in six months, then edit for a few more. Now I’m trying to get a first draft down in half that time, as long as it’s quality work, and edit for another month. Whew.



Reader’s Haven: Do you have to be alone to write?



Meg:  I prefer it, but it doesn’t usually happen! There’s either a cat, a dog or two, or my husband, the TV blaring, the phone ringing... I often put my headphones on and listen to music while I write.


Reader’s Haven: How do you go about naming characters?

Meg:  The characters usually introduce themselves, LOL. Either in my head, or I get a sense if a certain name is right or not. Lily in the Double series was first Julia, but she really didn’t like that name. Then she became Caroline - nope. Finally Lily seemed to fit. Ace was always Ace due to his poker-playing, and he wouldn’t tell ME his Christian name until Lily asked him.

Reader’s Haven: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?


Meg: Usually I have the character in mind with their traits, and then photos “cement” them into place for deepening their characters. I used the silent screen actress Mary Miles Mintner for Lily, and the 1970s actor Pete Duel for Ace - both had tragic lives, so I felt I was giving them a “fresh” chance to find a happier ending. Here's a blurb for each book:

DOUBLE CROSSING ... August, 1869: Lily Granville is stunned by her father’s murder. Only one other person knows about a valuable California gold mine deed — both are now missing. Lily heads west on the newly opened transcontinental railroad, determined to track the killer. She soon realizes she is no longer the hunter but the prey. As things progress from bad to worse, Lily is uncertain who to trust—the China-bound missionary who wants to marry her, or the wandering Texan who offers to protect her … for a price. Will Lily survive the journey and unexpected betrayal? 

DOUBLE OR NOTHING ... October, 1869: Lily Granville finds herself in more trouble when her guardian announces her engagement to a hand-picked suitor. But she is in love with Ace Diamond, the Texan renegade who saved her life on the journey to California — a man her uncle is determined to keep away at all cost. Ace is just as determined to prove himself worthy of Lily’s hand, but is framed for murder after a dynamite explosion. Will Lily be able to save him from the hangman’s noose?


Reader’s Haven: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Meg: That always comes first when I have an idea, before the characters. With the Double series, I was inspired by Charles Portis’ True Grit, plus the movies, and the premise of “girl’s father is killed, she decides to track down murderer.” But I twisted it to make Lily a sheltered, wealthy 19-year-old, fairly naive, who travels on the newly opened transcontinental railroad instead of a horse. Ace is Rooster Cogburn and LaBoeuf rolled into one, with his own quirks. In Double or Nothing, California plays a big role, so I researched the setting before deciding on the story’s premise.     I'd like to share an excerpt if I may:

1869, California
I jumped at a screeching whistle. Men swarmed over the distant slope like bees over a wax honeycomb in a mad scramble. “Good heavens. What is that about?”
Uncle Harrison pulled me out of harm’s way. “They’re almost ready to begin the process of hydraulic mining,” he said and pulled his hat down to avoid the hot sun. “You’ll see. This is far better than panning for gold in a creek bed.”
“I can already see how destructive it is, given the run-off,” I said, eying the rivulets of dried mud that marked each treeless incline. “I’ve read about how the farmers can’t irrigate their fields and orchards due to the gravel and silt filling the rivers—”
Water suddenly gushed from two hydraulic nozzles in a wide, powerful stream. The men’s bulging arm muscles strained their shirts, their faces purple with the effort to control the water. I turned my gaze to the ravaged earth. Mud washed down into the wooden sluices, where other men worked at various points to spray quicksilver along the wide stretch. Others worked at a frantic pace to keep the earthy silt moving.
An older man with a grizzled goatee and worn overalls held out a canteen. “Have a sip while you’re waiting, miss,” he said. “A body gets mighty thirsty out here.”
“Thank you.”
I sipped the cold, refreshing ginger-flavored liquid that eased my parched throat. Dirt from the canteen streaked my gloves. Not that it mattered. At least the spatters of fresh mud wouldn’t show on my black mourning costume and riding boots. Two days of rain earlier in the week had not helped.
The kind man offered the canteen to Uncle Harrison, who brushed it aside with a curt shake of his head. Steaming, I bit back an apology. The man had already headed back to his position near the sluices.
Bored of watching the ongoing work, I wandered over to several horses that stood patient in the sun and patted their noses. A tooled leather saddle sat atop one gelding’s glossy brown hide, and the silver-studded bridle looked as rich. The horse gave a low whicker in greeting. If only I’d pocketed a few carrots or sugar lumps from breakfast.
“You’re a beauty. I wish I could ride you for a bit.”
The gelding’s ears dipped forward. One of the men left the knot of others in a huff. His dusty open coat swung around him as he stalked, spurs jingling, and closed the distance. He passed by me with a mere tip of his wide-brimmed hat and untied the reins. The horse pawed the ground, jittery, as if sensing the man’s foul mood while he mounted. I noted his scowl. Was he upset that I’d dared touch his property? A scruffy beard and thick black mustache hid his mouth. He rode off, keeping the gelding’s gait easy, down the gully toward the Early Bird’s entrance.
“Who was that?” I asked a miner.
The worker wiped sweat from his forehead with a sleeve. “SeƱor Alvarez? He’s got a burr under his blanket as usual. Pay him no mind, miss.”
I rubbed the remaining horse’s flank and glanced around the mining site. My uncle continued to chat with the foreman close to the shack near the head of the sluices. Another section of the wooden troughs was raised from the ground further north at a different bank of earth. My curiosity increased. I walked to the sluice and stared down at the filth in the bottom. No glints of gold flecked the bits of rock and slag. I had no idea what quicksilver looked like either. This whole business seemed crazy, although Uncle Harrison disagreed.
In the distance, pines smudged the lower half of the Sierra’s tiny white-capped peaks. To the west, gray clouds threatened the pale blue sky. No doubt rain would soak everything again by morning. My uncle had mentioned how winter was wetter here than back home in Chicago, or even St. Louis. I hadn’t known what to expect for autumn in California. Now that it was close to October, the stands of golden aspen on a ridge high above sported various shades of green, gold and hues of orange.
Homesickness overwhelmed me. I longed to see the brilliant shades of orange, red and yellow oaks, the thick forest of elms and birches behind my father’s house in Evanston. To ride along the shoreline of Lake Michigan’s navy waters, and watch the snow falling fast on a chilly winter’s day. I wouldn’t even mind listening to Adele Mason’s endless chatter about the latest dinner parties she attended with her many beaus.
It seemed like an eternity since I’d crossed two thousand miles of prairie and mountains on the Union and Central Pacific railroad. Donner Lake had resembled a sapphire jewel nestled among pristine snow fields. Perhaps it was frozen already.
I shivered, remembering the darkness of Summit Tunnel. It also brought back the delicious memory of feeling safe, nestled in Ace’s strong arms. Feeling the sudden shock when his tongue sought my own…
“Miss? It’s dangerous standin’ that close to the sluice. Over yonder is best.”
Guilt flooded my heart. Nodding to the man, I twisted around and glanced in the direction he indicated. My uncle remained at the shack. “Will they ever stop talking business?”
“Doubt it.” The miner was the same one who’d offered me water earlier. He carried a roll of canvas slung over a shoulder. Shrugging, he swiped his muddy goatee and cheek against his burden’s nubby surface. “Reckon they’ll yammer on for a while more.”
“Thank you. I’ll be careful.”
“Sure thing, miss.”
He passed by and handed the canvas to a pair of men. They unrolled it and laid the fabric inside the wooden sluice. I walked across the shifting ground, trying to avoid the worst of the mud’s damp patches. One claimed my uncle’s shoe when we arrived that morning. I fought hard not to laugh aloud, watching Uncle Harrison hop about on one foot, so comical with his blustery red face. At last a worker retrieved his shoe, mud up to his elbow, half his face coated as well. My uncle had not thanked the man for the rescue, either.
On higher ground, two workers held long snaking hoses that spurted water at the high bank. Two others sprayed quicksilver over the sluice. It didn’t look like anything but dirty water. I sighed. This entire trip had been a waste of time. Uncle Harrison resented the questions I’d peppered the foreman with and ignored my opinions on how the operation damaged the countryside. Why had he suggested I tag along in the first place?
I should have stayed back in Sacramento. My sketchbook drawings needed work. I had yet to finish anything I’d glimpsed during the journey on the train. Etta had brought all my watercolor supplies from Evanston, and most of my books too.
But I didn’t want to read or paint. A deep melancholy robbed me of energy. Nightmares haunted my sleep, of the deep ravine and the lizard I’d caught, of the sandy slope I climbed on Mt. Diablo, desperate to escape my father’s killer. Of being trapped, with no way out, and facing death, and of seeing that shocked surprise… and hearing the gunshot.
Self-defense, as Ace claimed. My uncle and the sheriff agreed.
Poor Ace. He’d felt bad afterward, forced into a cowardly deed. I had never shot anything except a badger with Father’s Navy revolver. Missed, too. But I’d tried to protect my darling pet lizard’s clutch of eggs in the garden back home. The thought of shooting a human being turned my stomach. I suppose stabbing someone wasn’t any less of a sin. Heavy guilt weighed on me. Had it been self-defense? I shuddered at the memory.
As Mother used to say, it was water under the bridge. Nothing I might say or do now would change the past. But I’d rather avoid making such a horrible choice again.
Instead I trudged toward the shack. The foreman held a large piece of blueprint paper between his hands while my uncle pointed at various sections. Two other men argued with them, their heated words carrying over the whooshing of hoses and creaks and jolts of skeleton wagons over the rutted ground. Most of their argument was peppered with technical jargon that didn’t make any sense. Even Chinese sounded more familiar.
“We haven’t made enough headway,” said a man in a tailored suit, whose gold watch chain glinted in the sun. “I say we dig out the ridge all the way.”
“You take that ridge down any more than we have and we’ll never get equipment to the furthest point of the claim, over here,” my uncle said and prodded the map. “That was Alvarez’s advice. He knows this land better than you, Williamson.”
“I agree, it’s too dangerous,” the foreman said.
 “I’m the engineer! Are you implying I don’t know my business?”
“I’m saying it’s stupid to undermine that ridge. You’re being a stubborn coot.”
“You’re a fine one to call me stubborn—”
Good heavens. I reversed direction and headed back toward the sluice. They were sure to argue for another few hours. I wanted to ride that horse, even if it meant hiking my skirts to my knees and baring my ankles. The poor animal looked like it a good run, or at least a trot over the rough ground. I had to do something productive or I’d go mad.
Steering around the same boggy patch of mud, I cut close to the sluice. A blood-curdling yell halted everyone. I whirled to see the entire bank of earth, a huge avalanche of mud, rocks and two large trees root-first, rushing straight for me.

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