#WriteTip - Never Give Up by Lisa M. Owens (@_lisamowens), spotlighting her #Contemporary #Romance DAMAGED

Every once in a while, a writer just needs a wee bit of encouragement. As with all endeavors, there comes a time when one's will is low, and the temptation to give up is at an all time high. For the many, I'm sure, who've faced this moment, I give you this writing tip from Lisa M. Owens. If you're a fan of love stories starring military heroes, don't forget to check out the excerpt from her newest contemporary romance. 

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My entire life, friends as well as family, put down my dream of becoming a published author. But I knew in my heart what I wanted to do, and kept going. Never allow those miserable, judgmental people the satisfaction of knowing how much their callous words rip you apart inside. Just ignore their cruel comments and keep on going. Never give them the satisfaction of seeing you quit. NEVER GIVE UP!!!! - Lisa M. Owens

Damaged

More Than A Marine

by Lisa M. Owens

Freedom isn’t free.

Staff Sergeant Austin Chandler learned this lesson well. Dealing with the devastating truth that his military career is over, he is discharged from the Marines and returns home from fighting the war in Afghanistan with battle scars he fears will never heal. But the truth is a bitter pill to swallow when he arrives at the airport and realizes his wife has abandoned him when he needed her the most. Broken in body as well as in spirit, Austin suffers not only from the slow-healing scars on his back, but also the wounds that her desertion has left on his troubled heart.

Until a chance encounter with a beautiful artist leaves him wondering if perhaps some things are meant to be. Trisha Morgan has secrets she is desperately wants to hide. With a troubled past and abandonment issues of her own, she fears love only leads to rejection and pain.

But can two wounded souls break through the battered barriers of each other’s hearts?

Excerpt

Trisha had thought that she would never see him again. Even though he wasn’t hers, he had never been hers; she had always thought of him as her marine.

That airplane flight to Texas had changed her life for the better. It had opened her eyes, in more ways than one. Because of him, she had realized that she had never truly loved Ty and she never would have been good enough for him. Or for his family.

Trisha Morgan had often fantasized about what would happen if she ran across the tall, broad-shouldered, good-looking Marine again. They had had an instant connection, they had both felt it. But since both of them had been attached, nothing more than a new friendship could evolve between the two of them.

Austin Chandler walking in on her while she was as naked as the day she was born was not one of the many scenarios that she had envisioned.

Wet skin. Long legs that seemed to go on forever. Waxed bikini line. Delicately-painted red toenails. Pink-tinged, erect nipples. Large, full breasts still wet from a recent shower. Small droplets of water that he could lick off drop by delicious drop.

She shrieked with surprise, her hands drawing her towel even tighter around her shaking body.

A sudden thought occurred to her.

He wasn’t wearing a ring.

She screamed the sound sharp enough to shatter glass. Wrapping a fluffy, blue towel around her slender body, she paused, apparently not knowing what to say.

When Austin was finally able to raise his eyes from admiring her ass…ets, his dark brown gaze slowly travelled up her perfectly proportioned body before focusing on her flushed, embarrassed face. It was her. The girl from the plane over three years ago.

Their eyes met and time seemed to stand still. This was fate, destiny, kismet.

Trisha stood there trembling. She had imagined this moment for so long, yet when it finally came, it was nothing like she had expected. She had never been one of those girls who hopped into the nearest bed with a complete and total stranger.

But Austin wasn’t a stranger, she struggled to remind herself. She had met him before. He was her hero, her knight in camouflage. He was her marine. She smiled. She wondered how he would feel if she were to confess that little secret to him. Would he be upset or would he be flattered?

A small hint of a smile played on her lips and he dropped his duffel bag onto the ugly, stained orange carpet of the hotel room floor. He had dreamed of this moment, he had longed for it. He had longed for her. On the bed, against the wall, on the tile of the bathroom shower stall, any way he could have her.

About Lisa M. Owens

The writing bug bit Lisa M. Owens at an early age, she was writing short stories and poetry by the age of seven. At the age of eight, she entered a writing contest at her elementary school. About fifty books were written but Lisa’s was one of the thirteen writers chosen who received a certificate and the chance to meet Oklahoma writer Sandy Miller.

A former victim of domestic violence herself, Lisa worked at the courthouse for over seven years. Almost three of those years she worked on the Marriage License/Protective Order desk. She helped women file protective orders and worked closely with the staff and counselors at DVIS.

Frustrated with books who merely gloss over the subject of domestic violence, Lisa wanted to write a book that told the entire story. Her dream is for her words to help give someone the courage to leave an abusive relationship.

She resides in Oklahoma and has two children. This is her first published novel and she is currently working on the next novel of her If Only series.

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#WriteTip + $15 #Giveaway - Sprint to the Finish by @OliviaNightRead, spotlighting her @LSB_lsbooks #Romance

I'm a day late wishing my Liquid Silver Books pub-buddy a happy book birthday, and I'm waaaay behind on my writing goals for this year. What can I say? The summer got the best of me. As such, this productivity tip from Olivia Night comes at the perfect time. While I loathe sprinting in real life (as everyone at our local gym can attest), the creative version is tons of fun. After our short writing tip break, don't forget to check out Olivia's newest release, as well as the $15 Rafflecopter at the very bottom. 

Sprint to the Finish

by Olivia Night

Do you ever wonder how authors can produce novel after novel? Me too! After a few years, I have found my “sweet spot” (double entendres are fun!) when it comes to novel writing.

Thanks to a fellow author, Marianne Rice, I discovered the awesomeness of write sprints.

What is a write sprint? Well, it’s exactly as it sounds. You sit and write, write, write without stopping. I did this for weeks this summer and churned out a 100k novel! Here are my tips to making your sprint productive:

  • Find the best space to concentrate. I have to have every bit of noise and distraction completely away from my space. But I do, on occasion, listen to specific music to get in the mind frame of the character or story beforehand.
  • Don’t worry about spelling and other types of errors. Go back later and fix it. Even if “Tom ate an apple” looks like “Tin out a pler”. If you go back and make the corrections as soon as your sprint is over you will know what you meant to say.
  • Start small and increase sprint times. I can sprint for two hours. After that, I’m done, done, done.
  • Don’t worry so much about the amount in the beginning. As you do more sprints get competitive with yourself!
  • Keep your negative thoughts to a minimum. You’re writing! Therefore what you are putting down is better than a blank page! 
  • Remember that writing at all is an amazing feat. At a brunch with my mother a while back she asked my plans afterward. I told her about sprinting and she shook her head and said, “I have no clue how you can sit there and just write down a world”!

Happy writing!

Seduction in Scotland

The Men of FTI Book 3

by Olivia Night

She never thought she’d see him again. Not after what she’d done to them… 

Sarah Cosgrove wakes from labor and emergency surgery to find her soul mate staring down at her. It’s been six years since she’s seen the face of the only man she’s ever loved. Since she broke Logan’s heart. 

Logan Harper, a skilled killing machine and top ranking member of Fairlane Trade International, entered a hostage situation, expecting the task to be quick and easy. It becomes anything but when he finds Sarah—the woman who broke his heart six years ago—giving birth to another man’s baby. When she tells him her life is in danger from the powerful and abusive father of her child, Logan has no choice but to protect the woman he once loved and her newborn baby, but he vows to never love her again. 

As they trek through Europe to get to safety, the mystery of the last six years begins to unfold, sparks fly, and emotions rise to the surface. Can Logan keep the love of his life safe without letting her back in his heart? Can Sarah learn to trust a man again after being abused? Will soulmates reunite? 

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Excerpt

He sighed with his hands on his hips as he stared at the items on the kitchen counter. And then noticed he hadn’t heard any movement above him. At all. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he quickly retrieved his side arm. Quietly, he moved through the kitchen and up the stairs two at time. And what he walked into was his worst nightmare realized.

Two men. One behind Sarah with a gun to her temple while Sarah clutched the sleeping Maddie to her chest, and another across the room, gun pointed at the doorway Logan walked through. He did a visual check of Sarah and Maddie for injuries. None. Tears were flowing down Sarah’s cheeks.

Logan ignored both men. “Are you both okay?” he asked.

She nodded, her gaze darting over to the man facing Logan.

The man behind her spoke. “Put the baby down. Gather what you need for her and you. You don’t want me to tell Aneli you didn’t obey orders.”

Sarah’s eyes closed in pain, and when she opened them, she looked at Logan with defeat. She thought it was over. Hardly. Logan shifted his eyes over to her. “It’s okay. Put her down.” He needed her out of his way.

“Drop your gun,” the man across the room said to Logan as he continued to aim his at him. That was fine, he didn’t need his gun. Not really.

Logan again spoke to Sarah, encouraging her. “Go ahead.” He nodded to the crib. Sarah bent over the crib, and as she did, Logan began to move as if he was placing his gun on the ground. As soon as Sarah was safely leaning over the crib, he directed one shot to the man behind Sarah…straight between the eyes.

About the Olivia Night

Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid reader and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Men of FTI  series sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, drinks wine, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, who she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.

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#WriteTip - Filter out the Filters! by @CeliaBreslin, spotlighting her @DecadentPub #Shifter #PNR + $10 #Giveaway

To finish off a manuscript, I always pull up the handy dandy Find All function in MS Word and highlight items on my list of "Words to Search and Destroy." Most of these are filter words, and I'll let my Decadent Publishing pub-buddy explain what they are. After this short writing tip break, I'll return you to the main attraction of this post--smoking hot shifters from the Black Hills Wolves series!

P.S. There's a $10 GC up for grabs as part of her tour, so don't forget to scroll all the way to the end to hit up her Rafflecopter!

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Filter out the Filters!

by Celia Breslin

As a reader and a writer, I love to sink deep into a character's POV (point of view) and the story’s action.  Filter words put a layer of separation between the reader and the character/story, so I say: Edit those filter puppies out of your manuscript!

Filter words include:  saw, heard, felt, touched, looked, seemed, noticed, wondered, etc.

Here’s an example…

Filtered:  I saw the thug hit him. I heard his pained cry, and I saw him crash into the wall and slide to the ground. I felt my own heart pound as I...

No Filter:  The thug hit him.  He cried out in pain and crashed into the wall, sliding to the ground. My heart pounded as I...

Jasmine Moon

Black Hills Wolves

by Celia Breslin

Tech mogul and workaholic wolf Evan Luparell has little time for distractions but takes a break for his brother’s wedding in South Dakota. When asked to escort another wedding attendee from the airport to Los Lobos, he agrees. Then he meets the curvy spitfire, and she ignores him.

Designer and wolf Mina Carver didn’t mean to be rude to the handsome, glowering man claiming to be her ride, but she was busy working. Now she must endure a ride to the Black Hills with the cranky but sexy dominant wolf. Unexpected mating energy sparks between them, but still—should she dismiss, or kiss him?

Kisses win and they agree upon a no-strings fling. But with each wedding activity throwing them together, and their powerful chemistry and mate compatibility complicating matters, can two workaholics truly have their fun then walk away?

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Excerpt

Evan tipped his head and eyed the ceiling. Prompt replies, punctual people. Striking deals and hitting deadlines. These items made his world tick. Not loitering around a miniscule airport pulling a Waiting for Godot moment on infinite repeat for a no-show, flakey designer from California.

God grant him patience and balls of steel when he showed up without the designer and the all-important wedding dress, because his future sister-in-law Darci would certainly be unhappy. He’d have to beg a favor from his assistant, have her snag a couture dress, and fly it ASAP to the Rapid City airport. He could afford a gown from some famous designer in Chicago or New York, something likely superior to whatever his soon-to-be sister-in-law’s no-name friend had created. Right? Shit, he hoped women’s fashion proved so easy.

He took a deep fortifying breath and froze. Airport smells assailed his senses—the sharp tang of bleach and lemon-scented cleaners, the floral perfume from Rental Car Girl who eyed him like a piece of candy. Black coffee, donuts, fried fast food, and under it all, the distinct musk of wolf.

Female wolf.

She smelled damn good. His wolf perked up, and his legs propelled him toward the empty baggage claim, where one bright-pink suitcase covered in Hello Kitty stickers sat, unclaimed, on the unmoving L-shaped conveyor belt. Her scent, stronger here, socked his gut, and his gaze shot to the corner.

The chaos around the woman stunned him silent. Large, paper coffee cup, half-eaten banana, and a quarter of a powdered doughnut perched on a brown paper bag next to her. Crumbs splattered the linoleum and the woman’s long-sleeved blue blouse in a thick layer of white, sugary dust. On her other side, two pink garment bags lay like corpses, along with a bubblegum-pink unzipped duffel as long as her outstretched, denim-clad legs. Some of the bag’s contents—pads of drawing paper and large swaths of fabric—protruded over the opening, the fabric splaying over her legs in a rainbow-colored blanket. Her feet peeked out of the mess, encased in sparkling pink UGGs. Good grief, sequins? She smacked her shiny boots together in a poor imitation of Dorothy and bobbed her head from side to side in time to some music only she seemed to hear. Her shoulder-length red hair, the color of ripe dark cherries—his favorite fruit—gleamed under the harsh airport lighting and curtained most her face from his view, save a pert nose and small chin, both speckled with a generous amount of freckles.

He’d always liked freckles.

Clearing his throat, he stepped closer, but she didn’t flinch in surprise or look up. Her attention remained on the tablet on her lap, the stylus between her pale, freckled fingers swiping without hesitation over her screen. Her extreme focus reminded him of his sister Lexi in one of her artistic frenzies. The resemblance ended there.

While his sister took after the rest of their tall, lean, and tan family, this woman seemed the polar opposite—pale, petite, curvy, and freckled. His preferred type. A flicker of interest stirred in his gut. Did she have those cute little spots on the rest of her? Speckled fur when in her wolf form? His wolf huffed his interest in finding out, but Jasmine the Oblivious Designer didn’t acknowledge his presence.

His fascination faded, replaced by renewed irritation. She damn well should have scented and noticed his wolf by now, and she should have waited at their agreed upon rendezvous point. She should not be sitting on the dirty linoleum of an airport, lost in her work. Didn’t she realize the dangers of ignoring her surroundings?

He positioned himself right in front of her wiggly, booted feet. “Excuse me, J—”

“Sh.” She raised her arm and flicked her hand in the universal get lost gesture.

He gaped at her. “Excuse me?”

Another wave of her hand while her stylus streaked across her tablet screen with the other. “Not interested.”

Nice voice. Low and husky. Her attitude, on the other hand…. “But—”

“Go away.” Her velvet voice carried a stubborn edge.

In other circumstances, he would’ve admired her strength. But he’d wasted copious amounts of time hunting for the clearly inconsiderate and irresponsible female. “Fine. Get your own damn ride to Los Lobos. Jasmine.”

About Celia Breslin

Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. Her award-winning vampire series - The Tranquilli Bloodline - is available from Champagne Books.  Jasmine Moon is her third werewolf story (and a stand-alone read!) for Decadent Publishing’s multi-author, shifter line: Black Hills Wolves.

When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.

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