Release Day for Deceiving the Earl

Finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for has arrived.

Deceiving the Earl has made it to your e-reader. If it hasn’t, then perhaps you should consider picking up a copy.

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I will be going Live on Facebook this evening, May 10th, 2018, at 8 pm, EST to host an AMA (ask me anything) chat. There will also be a giveaway! So you don’t want to miss that. Just follow me on Facebook here:

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My last newsletter featured the first look at Adele and Christopher. So today, I’m offering you a more intimate glance into their book. It’s one of my favorite scenes featuring Christopher teaching Adele to waltz. I hope you enjoy it.

“Lord Dorrington has requested your presence in the parlor, Anne,” he said.

“Another lesson.” She sighed dusting her hands on her apron and then removing the garment. “What is it today, Jameson? Introductions? Conversational etiquette?”

“Dancing, I believe.” His lips quirked up in an amused smile. “One of your favorites, if I am not mistaken.”

Adele could not stop the smile from gracing her lips. Dancing had always been one of her favorite activities, second to reading. As she ascended the stairs, a small bounce in her step lightened her heart. He wished to teach her to dance, did he? Well, he would be surprised how quickly she learned. In fact, he might learn a few things from her during this lesson.

The thought of being his dance partner created flutters of excitement in her chest. She wished for nothing more than to lose herself in the music, in the movements.

She entered the parlor and noted all the furniture had been arranged to give them adequate space to dance.

Lord Dorrington stood before a Victrola, arranging a disk on the machine.

“You summoned me, my lord?” she asked by way of announcing her presence.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Yes, I believe there are a few more details we must practice before the ball.” He lowered the arm of the machine and the room filled with sweet, familiar music.

Almost without prompting, Adele felt her body begin to sway with the melody. A waltz. How delightful. She caught herself before he turned around.

When he did, he approached her. “Have you ever danced before, Anne?”

“Once or twice,” she lied.

He offered his hand in invitation. “Would you care to dance?”

“Nothing would delight me more,” she replied with a demure nod and took his hand.

Lord Dorrington drew her into his arms. Their bodies aligned perfectly creating a balance between them. She drew her stance tight, keeping her arms solid, her left hand pressed against his shoulder while her other lay clasped in his.

The heat rose between them as he led her into the dance. He took his time, attempting to guide her in the basic motions. Alas, her body would not be denied as the music infused with her soul. The lessons she savored so long ago came back with a simple turn on the dance floor.

Adele closed her eyes, allowing him to lead, but also allowing the steps to arise from her memories. She savored the music and the dance. With every pass, she found her heart growing lighter as well as her steps.

“I believe you lied to me, Anne.” Lord Dorrington’s voice interrupted her moment of bliss.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting his curious yet pointed expression. “Whatever do you mean?”

“You dance better than I do,” he said with a lopsided smile. “How many times have you waltzed before?” His gaze dropped to her lips, then back again to her eyes.

“A few,” she admitted in part. Truth be told, the waltz had always been her favorite dance to practice, even if she never had the opportunity to dance in a social setting before.

Together, they continued the dance, but the lesson became lost along the way. With their bodies moving to the music, their gazes fused, Anne realized how much she enjoyed this moment. She committed every detail to memory. Her first true waltz, and with Lord Dorrington.

Adele marveled at how far she had come. From distrusting to disinterested to disarmed. Lord Dorrington enlightened her to a great many things it seemed.

His grip tightened on her waist as they spun faster, attempting to match the tempo in perfect synchronization. Everywhere his body pressed against hers heated with a delicious friction. She longed to lean against him fully, to feel his warmth seep into her.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth. The softness of his lips contrasted with the sharp angles of his face. Lord Dorrington, with all his dark, brooding features and isolated eccentricities, cut a fine and quite handsome gentleman.

“Why have you not married?” Adele asked, regretting the question as it fell from her lips.

A pang of sadness pierced his eyes before he replied. “Marriage requires intimacy.” He paused. “Who would want a broken man?”

“I believe we are all broken in some way,” Adele responded, her voice gentle.

He glanced away for a moment before meeting her gaze with his own. Lord Dorrington smiled.

Adele quelled the nervous flutter in her stomach. Lord have mercy, but her heart could not take the ache any longer. Why did he affect her so?

His grip on her waist tightened, drawing her closer. Their steps slowed until it became a calm sway in the midst of the storm of attraction brewing between them.

“You are a strange little bird,” Lord Dorrington said in awe. “Somehow I feel a connection to you in ways I cannot comprehend. You quite baffle me.”

“Your compliment leaves me speechless.” She batted her lashes and smiled.

He spun her, shaking the simpering debutante from her display. He leaned close, his lips nearly brushing her ear. “You are far too clever to play coy, Anne.”

Saints above, she would have melted or run from the room, but his arms held her fast. Every fiber of her being protested and craved his proximity, his touch. Adele dared hope for more, even though her rational mind told her to push him away.

She pulled back enough to gaze into his eyes, dark and deep like the sea at midnight. How she longed to brush the wayward lock of hair back away from his face. His handsome face betrayed his desire, and yet she saw the hesitation in every breath he took.

He could have stolen her soul in that instant, and she would have relinquished it without a single solitary regret. Adele dared not speak for fear of shattering the fragile sacred moment.

*sigh* This scene makes my heart flutter. I wish I had someone to waltz with me. My poor husband has two left feet when it comes to dancing. Although bless him, he does try.

Thank you for all the support and encouragement. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.

Until we meet again, may your bookshelves be full and your hearts even more so.

All my love,

Kirsten

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Romance Survival 101: Ignoring the Hate When You’re All About the Love

Being a lover of the romance genre doesn’t come without it’s pitfalls. Unfortunately, I happen to be an author and a reader of romance, so I end up getting whammied from both sides.

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I can’t speak for everyone, in fact, I can truly only speak for myself. But I am tired of the romance genre getting such a bad misrepresentation.

As an author, I’m really tired of hearing these things:

“You’re so talented. Why don’t you write a real book?”

“Oh, so you write mommy porn?”

“Romance novels are trashy and unrealistic.”

“Those covers are so tacky.”

“Do you really have to put sex in your books? Sex isn’t a spectator sport.”

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Oh, my darlings, the list goes on and on and on. And frankly, I’m exhausted trying to defend my genre. I should not have to defend my passion for writing or enjoying a good, strong love story.

As readers, neither should you. It’s time we take our genre back.

The genre of romance is defined by only two criteria. (This information is taken directly from the Romance Writer’s of America’s website.)

  1. The story MUST focus on the relationship.
  2. The story MUST have a Happily Ever After (HEA) or a Happily For Now (HFN) ending.

That’s it. It can have whatever other elements the author chooses as long as it doesn’t break these two commandments.

So why has reading romance become a “guilty pleasure”? There’s not a damn thing to feel guilty about when you’re reading a romance. NOT. ONE. DAMN. THING.

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We’re human. We crave relationships with other people. We desire intimacy and connection. We LOVE to be LOVED. So why should we feel guilty about following a couple on their romantic journey to happiness?

I don’t. And neither should you.

We’ve all heard the hater’s commentary:

  1. Romance novels will give you unrealistic expectations for relationships.
  2. They’re basically porn for women.
  3. My Grandma/Mom reads those kinds of books.
  4. Is there even a plot?
  5. Don’t you want to read a real book?
  6. Romance novels are all the same.

The list could continue for days if I asked you all to contribute a piece of what you’ve heard from the naysayers and romance-haters.

Look, I get it. Romance novels aren’t for everyone. Just like I don’t enjoy reading high-fantasy or horror. And not every romance novel is suited for every palate within the genre, for example, the preference between steamy and sweet romance.

But our differences in taste are what make us who we are. If everyone liked the same thing, life would be boring and bland.

We need to stop feeling like we have to defend our love of romance. Authors and readers alike. There is nothing to defend. Instead, maybe we should share the love.

The next time someone decides to throw one of those tired cliched questions at us, our response should be simple and direct:

“Have you read one before?”

If they answer no, then offer them a taste. Give them a recommendation. Let them discover the wonderful world of romance for themselves.

They may not like it. And that’s fine. But just like I tell my kids, you can’t say you don’t like something if you’ve never tried it. So, take a few bites.

Sometimes one taste can change someone’s mind.

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So carry that paperback with pride. We are the genre of love.

LOVE makes the world a better place. ❤ So let’s sprinkle that glorious stuff everywhere!

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Until we meet again, may your bookshelves be full and your hearts even more so.

All my love,

Kirsten

 

Teaser from A Shadow’s Kiss

In anticipation of my second book releasing next week, here is a scene from A Shadow’s Kiss.

 

The door to the great hall swung open, and she heard her brother, Angus. Tis about time he showed his face.

“Father,” he said. “I would like to introduce Alexander. He’s from the south.”

Madeline choked the wine as her head snapped up. She swallowed as delicately as she could, forcing herself to remain calm. Her hand trembled. It couldn’t be. The stranger’s broad shoulders stretched as he tipped his hood back revealing thick mahogany hair and ice blue eyes. Her hand flew to her throat. Why was he here? Her heart leapt. Has he come for me? She forced the delight down and sat patiently waiting for him to glance in her direction.

“My Laird.” He proffered a slight bow. When he rose, his eyes fell on Madeline. She sat forward, her mouth poised to speak when she saw him shake his head no. He returned his attention to her father. “I thank you for your hospitality.”

Madeline’s jaw snapped closed. She leaned back in her chair. What was he playing at? His voice sounded deeper with a rolling Scottish lilt. Sir Alexander. Those broad shoulders and profile gave him away, and she could never mistake his eyes. Ever. Madeline had spent far too many nights dreaming about him to forget even the slightest detail.

“Where are you from, Alexander? Who are your people?” Her father’s questions were curious and polite. She watched the byplay between the men, her mind spinning with questions.

“My mother is a daughter of Clan Kerr, from the south, near the border,” he said. She liked the sound of the Scottish brogue on his tongue. Without thinking, she licked her lips as his gaze flickered over her.

“What brings you this far north?” the Laird asked, leaning forward.

“I am searching for answers,” he said. She heard the hesitancy in his voice. Had she not known him, she would have missed it. Alexander wasn’t lying, but his words weren’t completely honest either. He was a terrible liar. She strived not to smirk, remembering several occasions when his half-truths were directed at her. Tonight, she would have the truth from him, even if it killed her.

Her father didn’t pry any further. “I hope you find what you’re after then.”

“I have,” Alexander replied, his gaze settling on Madeline for a brief moment then returning to the Laird.

Her father nodded and held up his cup. “I pray you, sit. Join our feast. You are welcome in my home and at my table.”

Alexander bowed, and with a passing glance in her direction, he joined Angus at the far side of the head table. She sat there, her appetite gone, waiting and watching. She needed to speak with him, but how? Madeline nibbled on some bread. The sound of laughter brought her attention back to her brothers. Alexander, laughing! She stared at him in complete disbelief. Who was he truly? The Alexander she knew never laughed, and he certainly could not be Scottish. Her eyes narrowed. He caught her scowl and tipped his cup to her, a grin still on his lips.

With an agitated huff, Madeline begged her father’s pardon and left the great hall. The memory of Alexander’s good humor haunted her as she approached the staircase leading to her chambers. Somehow she had to speak to him. She knew of one way to catch him alone: discover where he slept.

I hope you enjoyed it. If you did then check out my Shadow Guardian series from Breathless Press.

Book 1:  An Irresistible Shadow

Book 2:  A Shadow’s Kiss

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Creative Update: Current Projects

I thought this week I would write a little post to let you all know what projects I’m working on.

Prohibition Story (tentatively titled Mississippi Moonshine)

Virginia is a tomboy. Having been raised by her father and seven brothers, she lacks all the grace and sophistication a woman should have according to society in 1923. But she’s a river rat, born and raised near the Mississippi River outside of Alton, Illinois. When she discovers her family’s secret distillery hidden deep in the woods, she stumbles into a horrible confrontation with a rival shiner.

Nathaniel shed his proper English gentleman persona to become the most infamous shine runner on the Mississippi. His suppliers in Illinois and Missouri provide him with the most coveted moonshine in the country. But when a gang attacks his most lucrative supplier, he finds himself saddled with more than a financial loss. He finds a river rat stowed away on his boat.

Interesting huh?

Stage play titled Confessions of a Fangirl

We’ve all had our moments of fanaticism. This play is meant to be a visual depiction of the five stages of fangirling and how the seemingly innocent obsession can quickly consume us and ruin our relationships in real life.

I didn’t want to use one specific actor…so I combined three of my favorites to depict a much broader fandom (and not point any fingers since this isn’t about shaming or blaming, just showing the reality and the consequences).

This is my first attempt to write a play. I’m hoping it will help me hone my dialog and plotting skills…even more, I am hoping it will enlighten the world to the wonders and dangers of being a fangirl/boy.

Angus’ story, Book 3 in the Shadow Guardian series, working title A Wicked Shadow

Angus has been bothering me since I started writing A Shadow’s Kiss last fall. He’s begged and pleaded for me to tell his story next. So I am. I have planted the seed of his tale in A Shadow’s Kiss. His love interest is much more…unconventional than Madeline and Evelyn, who are both unique women in their own rights.

I will be plotting his story over the next few months and plan to write it for National Novel Writing Month in November of this year. My first two books were NaNo babies, so Angus’ will be too.

A book of poetry (if anyone had an interest to read it, I have no idea)

I’ve been writing poetry since I was in 8th grade. I have notebooks full of poetry, and so I’ve debated the idea of self publishing a little book of poetry. It’s the project I have spent the least amount of mental energy on, since poetry is such an underrated creative medium. Perhaps one day I will follow through with it if there’s enough interest. I thought it might be fun to just have some printed and sell them on etsy. 🙂 Who knows…I may need a push to do that at some point in the future.

I also have some ideas started for a series of Regency/Victorian (haven’t decided which yet) stories.

There are always notes and ideas floating around for stories to write. I always find a new character who speaks to me, begging me to tell their story. I promise to update you on the status of my projects.

If you have any questions or comments, please don’t hesitate to post them. I love hearing from my readers.

Also, check out my blog posts at my writer’s group site The Sarcastic Muse. I focus on my writing process and romance in those posts.

Talk to you again soon! Have a great week.

❤ Kirsten

A Shadow’s Kiss: Book Two in the Shadow Guardian Series

Well after months of edits and beta readers, the second book in the Shadow Guardian Series is in the final stages before publication.

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This is about how I feel right now. 🙂 Uncontrollably excited. Thanks for clarifying my reaction Tom.

Here is the cover of the new book:

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Gorgeous, isn’t it? I’m in love with it. My cover artist is AMAZING!

I’ve updated all the information on the MY BOOKS page of this blog, including the blurb.

A Shadow’s Kiss will be available for pre-order by the end of June. It releases on July 4th!

What better way to enjoy a book than on Independence Day (for my US readers) with a drink in hand and a long weekend at your disposal.

Stay tuned for more updates! Thanks for the love and support.

~ Kirsten ❤

New Release: Wolves and Warrants

Let’s give a warm welcome for the return of D.F. Krieger showcasing her New Release…

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You can purchase the book HERE now!

For this release, I’ve asked my guest author some tough questions. *wink*

Behind the Scenes Questions with Author D.F. Krieger:

1. Author who influences your writing the most?

No one. I’m an insanity all of my own making. But truly, I try really hard to be certain my voice is completely my own. It helps that I don’t get to read as much as I used to so I don’t risk my tone reflecting current authors. I have been told by a few authors when I was helping edit their work that I do a good job mimicking their voice when offering writing suggestions. Not sure if that’s good or bad…

2. Who was your inspiration for Detective Jake Markovich?

Jake was one side of what I desire in a man. Honest, loyal, and dependable. There was no particular influence, but I did manage to take a photo of him. Lookie!

3. Who was your inspiration for Veltis?

Ah, now Veltis is all the things I dream about in the darkness of the night. Dominating, powerful, seductive, and sarcastic. Sadly, he’s refusing to let me show off pictures of him just yet. Gimme time. I’ll find a way to come to an agreement with him.

4. Who was your inspiration for Zeara Faxfire?

I’m going to be honest here. Me, me, me. Crazy cat lady? Check. Psychotic amounts of animal knowledge? Check. Sarcastic sense of humor? *shifty eyes* That one…I don’t know where she got that from.

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5. Did your characters nag you when you weren’t writing their story?

One character in particular bitches the most. Zane the lab tech. I hear his voice more than anyone else’s, which is funny because he isn’t my main character, nor a love interest for Zeara. But he just won’t….shut…up.

6. How do you get into the writing groove?

I growl at my family, put some music on, crawl into bed, and tune the world out. Tea is always nearby, along with cats in a semi-circle, and occasionally I risk coming out of my nest to socially interact. If I’m writing a particularly emotional part of the story when I take a break to interact, in never bodes well for others. I’m am empathetic torturer.

7. What are the five requirements you HAVE to have to write? (example: I need coffee, music, no family interruptions, my ecig, and a friend on skype)

I suppose a computer with Word is a given? Let’s see, tea, as I said above. Cats for strategic creativity enhancement purposes. My husband for moments when I’m not sure if people can even bend that way. Angsty music to reflect my turmoil at inflicting so much torture on characters.

8. If you listen to music, can you give us a sampling of the songs on your writing playlist?

Heh heh heh. You’ll wish you’d never asked. I’ll give you bands, to make it easier. Depeche Mode, Julien-K, and Blaqk Audio.

9. Tell us one thing about one of your characters that we don’t know.

I know the truth behind Magic and you don’t. *Sticks tongue out* Karma knows too, but she’s not telling. Oh, so does Veltis. But no one else knows. Mwahahaha

10. Let’s say your book gets picked up to be made into a movie…Who would you cast in your movie?

You mean after I had a heart attack and needed to be revived? I have no bloody idea. I think I’d be too busy nit-picking every actor and actress to death. I could see myself now… “I said snarky and sexy, not bitchy and trampy!”

 

Thanks for having me, m’lady! It’s always a pleasure to be closely studied by one such as yourself.

~D.F. Krieger

You are very welcome.  Stop by again and keep us posted on your new projects!

 

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Interview with Author D.F. Kreiger

Author Interview:  D. F. Kreiger

Welcome and tell us a little about your book and what you write.

‘Ello, I’m D. F. Krieger and I have a problem. My book, Panthers and Precincts, doesn’t like to behave and fit into just one category. Oh no, it likes to stretch out so it fits Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Mystery/Thriller. My story is about a zoologist who discovers a literate panther and must correspond with a detective on a missing child case.

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Ten Questions of Torture: 

1. What motivates you to write?

If I did not, my insanity would soon outweigh my common sense and plans for death rays would shortly grace the walls of my home.

2. Top five most romantic films in your opinion.

Bram Stroker’s Dracula, Avatar, Practical Magic, Legend, The Proposal

3. Best Kiss scene in film?

The one that didn’t happen between Frodo and Sam in Lord of the Rings.

4. Top three authors who have inspired you?

Rachel Firasek because she wiped the floor with me during a crit session. It hurt, but I came out stronger for it. Piers Anthony, because reading his Xanth series taught me to write my own worlds, no matter how crazy they seemed to others. Christine Feehan, whose stories showed me love can be dark and still be enthralling.

5. What is your favorite subgenre of romance?

Uh, I do not comprehend this question. The answer must be “Magic,” then.

6. Do you have a favorite poem?

You hide behind your masquerade attire
Eyes that glitter betraying longing
Never do you utter a word

Nor give a smile more genuine then painted
Yet the conversation could never be clearer
The sway of our bodies is your voice

The light in your eyes a vivid smile
So loud, enticing amidst the color splashed world
Always at a distance am I kept

Though I yearn to see your face
Would that I could free your ties
Let you stand before me as you alone

“Hush and play the costumed monster”
Your eyes are bitter with regret
“Those here would run if they knew the truth”

My body holds you closer as I whisper my reply
“We are all monsters hidden by painted smiles”
Against gloved hand my claws dig deep

 7. What do you do in your free time, when you get it?

I kill things. Y’know, dragons, goblins, evil wizards. Oh, I also horseback ride and cross stitch.

8. Any new projects on the burner?

If I told you, I’d have to kill you.

9. What is your secret indulgence?

My husband. Oh, you didn’t mean that kind of… Okay. This is awkward…

10. If you could do one thing right now, without consequences, what would it be?  Why?

I would rob a bank and buy a horse farm where I would then run a horse rescue and pretend they were unicorns trapped in the mortal realm, hiding from humans.

 

Lightning Round:

Favorite season? The very beginning of fall, when the air is crisp, the sun is out, and the leaves are just turning.

Biggest pet peeve? Stupidity. No, seriously.

Favorite dessert? Video games! Well, if I’m a good girl and get all my work done, that’s what I get after dinner.

Favorite color? Purple! I thought everyone knew that by now.

Drink of choice? Iced sweet tea.

Favorite band? I have several. Depeche Mode, Blaqk Audio, and Julien-K

Action flick or RomCom?  I’m an action girl, all the way.

Cuddling  or making out.  Can I answer with “intimate moments that aren’t interrupted by my children?”

Video games or a good book.  That’s not fair. You know I’m just as much a diehard gamer as I am a writer.

Pirate or cowboy.  Neither. 😉

Sexy or sweet? Sexy

 

Bonus: If you could meet one person in all of history, who would it be and why?

Me in my past life. To, y’know, created paradoxes and stuff. I think it’d be fun.

 

Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to take part in this interview, D. F. Kreiger.  We look forward to having you back again soon.  🙂

How to find your books and information…

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