The Increasing Challenge of Reviews on Amazon

As an editor, and owner of this review site, This is where I choose to review my favourite reading books, and promoting the books I’ve edited.
As I edit for two publishing houses, I’ve always “held off” on reviewing books I’ve edited on Amazon. They know I’ve not bought a copy via their site.
My reviews and promos here get flicked to my facebook page and to my Twitter account, thus giving three-for-one exposure to my followers.

But “my authors” do need reviews at their sales sites – Amazon being the most popular global sales outlet. It annoys me … {no, I’m a kiwi, so – “it pisses me off”} to learn of their reviews being controlled, vetted, dumped, rejected at Amazon.

Who do they think they are?
Oh yeah, they have their own puiblishing “arm” in the barrel, so to speak.

For one interesting read of one author’s experiences,
follow this link to a post at
THE BOOKSELLER blog
by Heloise WOOD

 

Interviewing author Deborah Garland

Deborah Garland, author of Must Have Faith, agreed to the following interview. Welcome again, Deborah.

Red: Can you name and explain two books which inspired you to write in the romance genre?

Deborah: Thanks for having me, Lynne. I originally wrote Women’s Fiction with romantic elements. But often, there wasn’t a happy ever after between main hero and heroine. Which is the vital ingredient for ‘romance.’ When I chose to write one, I had already been reading mostly historical romances. So I had to understand the rhythm of dual-POV (point of view). As well as understanding the ‘dance’ the characters must do. One step forward, two steps back.
When struggling to put together, my first romance novel, Must Love Fashion, I kept referring back to Seven Years to Sin, by Sylvia Day. I’d read it years earlier and I would classify it as my favorite romance novel. But it really helped me ‘figure out’ what the romance reader was expecting. After that I would say, the Nora Roberts, Bridal Quartet series helped me to identify what ‘heat level’ I was most comfortable writing.

Red: How long did it take from when you began writing this manuscript to the book launch?

Deborah: I began writing Must Have Faith on March 17th, 2017. (No, I’d not been drinking, though it was St. Patrick’s Day. It was just the day I started.) I completed the first draft forty-five days later. Compared to the first book in the Darling Cove series, Must Love Fashion, which had to be re-written again and again, Must Have Faith was written straight through. While I’d made some changes, the integrity and flow of the story in the final draft mirrored my vision.

Red: Tell us about an exciting, surprising or stressful aspect of the lead-up to or after your first book launch.

Deborah: My first official book signing/launch was about two months after the release of Must Love Fashion. A friend of mine who owned a restaurant offered me his bar area for an hour and helped me advertise. He put out food and lots of people showed up. I sold thirty books in one night. That was surprising enough, but my mother flew in from Florida without telling me to be there for me on my special night.

Red: What is your latest project?

Deborah: After I completed and submitted Must Love Fashion, I picked up a paranormal romance I’d had in very early draft stages. That novel, Drawing Bloodlines is being published as well and I am anticipating an April 2019 release. I am currently working on the second book in that series, Guarding Bloodlines. (Can you hear me screaming?)

Red: and now… What question have you always wished an interviewer had asked you?

Deborah: My Dream Question? So, now that your Darling Cove books are being made into a television show on HBO, who do you want to star in the roles of Andrew, Greg and Edward?
My Fantasy Answer- To write a hero, I need a vision in my head. It needs to be tangible. It needs to be a real person. Someone whose picture I can drool over — I mean… I can look at someone. I need to have a voice in my head. Andrew came to me right away: Chris Pine. Greg, too, Bradley Cooper.
Edward was tough. I gave him dark auburn hair and tried to keep my vision true, but I couldn’t find an actor or a model that ‘inspired’ me enough. I finally settled on Josh Lucas. And the minute I did that, Edward Mendelsohn (Must Be Crazy– 10.22.18), exploded on the page for me. Now, I can’t get Edward out of my head. 😊


About the author:
Deborah Garland is a former computer and sports journalist, turned romance and women’s fiction author. She likes to write about love and the struggles of complicated relationships. Her heroines are strong, and the heroes fall hard for them. She lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband, and when she’s not writing she’s either in the gym, or reading-cuddled up with their two pugs, Zoe and Harley.

Deborah Garland can be found at…
Her website: on FaceBook: at Twitter:

New Release: “Must Have Faith”

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO
MUST HAVE FAITH!

Must Have Faith – A Darling Cove Novel
by Deborah Garland
 

It’s easy to think the jilted groom is probably a jerk.
But what if he’s not? MustHaveFaith_cvrWhat if he’s the good guy?
 

Faith Copeland has moved back home to the North Fork, where she has to live with stares and
whispers behind her back. In Darling Cove, she’ll only ever be Greg Mallory’s runaway bride. 


Darling Cove Police Officer, Gregory Mallory has been living with the scars and shame of
being left at the altar. Since Faith took off, he’s not wanted to settle down, putting the Mallory name in jeopardy.

When his runaway bride returns, Greg’s tough façade begins to wear away. 

Can Greg and Faith deny the attraction still burning inside them after so long? Will they survive this time around if it doesn’t work out?

Roane Publishing – Amazon – B&N – Kobo – Smashwords – iTunes

EXCERPT:
 
Plastic, metal and breasts.
Greg mentally inventoried everything he felt against his skin. His bare skin. It’d taken several seconds to process that he was standing in his underwear. With Faith’s body pressed into his chest, his arms around her shoulders prevented her from falling. His Faith. Her fingers twisted around the camera to secure it, causing long fingernails to scrape against his stomach.
“I have it,” Faith whispered as the pressure of her body against his began to wane.
Not so fast.
His fingers settled under her elbows holding her in place. The bottom of his chin brushed against the top of her head. All these years of imagining what he would say if they were in same room was lost to him at that moment.
Her head tipped back to meet his gaze. Months of distant glances all crashed down into a full-on eye locking stare. Smokey colored eye shadow swept across the beautiful blue eyes he’d gazed at for so many years. Pink lips she’d sunk her teeth into while watching him walk around his house as a young man had driven him to distraction. Her mouth…what he’d done with that mouth. Before…and after he took her virginity.
But one day, uncontrollable tears fell from those eyes. The astonishing words that had tumbled from her lips and mouth still burned in his memory after all these years: Greg, I can’t marry you.
He’d been too proud to beg and was brought up that a gentleman doesn’t raise his voice to a lady. There were so many restless nights he’d lie in bed speculating if Faith’s strange behavior a few weeks before the wedding shouldn’t have been dismissed as jitters.
The white-hot anger had melted away years ago, and even the mild taste of bitterness diminished. All he was left with was burning curiosity. He knew why she left. It was how she could leave that left him bewildered. An assignment in Iraq had come up. It’d been scheduled to leave two days before the wedding. She had sheepishly asked if they could postpone. Although he was quite annoyed, he’d been polite enough to hear her out. Until she dropped the bomb that it was a three-year assignment!
That topic however didn’t seem appropriate at the moment as he held her in that small office.
Greg was ready to speak, but Skye stood in the doorway with wide eyes and an open mouth.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he repeated, but this time over Faith’s shoulder.
It forced her to spin around. “Oh my God.” She broke away to pull the camera strap over her head and took a giant step towards the door. “I just came in here for water.”
“A big tall glass of it I see.” Skye smirked with her arms crossed.
“What’s taking so long? Son of a—” Gwen rushed into the room as well.
It was enough to have a breakdown over! He was standing in tight boxer briefs in front of his two sisters and the woman he almost married. He dropped his hands to cover the nervous erection that liked to pop up at such inopportune times.
“My father’s getting too many calls, we have to get this moving.” Andrew came up behind Gwen and glanced at Greg. The panic he felt must have been all over his face. Andrew took immediate charge of the situation. “Ladies, let the man get dressed. Come on. Out. You too,” he said to his wife tapping her on the behind.
That’s my sister.
Andrew closed the door but stayed inside the room. He walked to the garment bag hanging on the coat rack. “I’ll give you a hand.” The man ran fashion shows and was used to seeing both men and women in all stages of undress.
Still, it was a little unnerving to have him there while Greg was battling his emotions. “I know how to put a suit on.”
“Prada suits can feel awkward at first. I wish you would have given me your exact measurements. I could have had it altered for you.”
“That’s not necessary. I doubt I’ll wear it again,” he said quickly, then inwardly choked, realizing that may have been an insult to the man’s livelihood.
While Greg had been quietly admiring Andrew’s sleek sophisticated look, he preferred jeans, flannel shirts and work boots. And a Glock tucked into his waistband. But he suspected Gwen didn’t want him packing heat in her engagement photos.
“Gwen filled me in on what happened with uh…that woman.” Andrew handed him a tan dress shirt, breaking the awkward silence. “I’m sorry. That must have been difficult.”
Greg had been ready to respond with a touch of sarcasm. Except Andrew had been widowed before he met Gwen. “Yeah. Well. Shit happens.” He tugged the dress pants to get them to fit over his thighs.
Andrew smirked touching his chin. “I have the same problem with Prada’s slacks.”
Greg turned toward the mirror. The fabric stretched tight across his butt. But the waist fit nicely, and the length was perfect. He buttoned up the shirt and stuffed it into the pants. His eyes rolled at the tie. “Purple?”
Andrew opened his arms. “Your sister made me wear a lavender shirt. You’re lucky you only have to wear the tie.” He smoothed his own, bright sapphire blue to match Gwen’s eyes.
A knock pounded on the door and it opened. “Seriously we have to… Oh my God!” Gwen squealed as her hands flew up to her face. “Greg! You look so handsome.”
Considering a former model was standing next to him, Greg took that as a huge compliment.
 
ABOUT DEBORAH GARLAND:
 
Deborah GarlandDeborah Garland is a former computer and sports journalist, turned romance and women’s fiction author. She likes to write about love and the struggles of complicated relationships. Her heroines are strong, and the heroes fall hard for them. She lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband and when she’s not writing, she’s either in the gym, or reading, cuddled up with their two pugs, Zoe and Harley.
FIND THE AUTHOR
at her website, on FaceBook, and at Twitter

 

Releasing Today – “Trust Me” by G P Gadbois

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO G.P. GADBOIS
AND “
TRUST ME”!

Trust Me
A Moment in Time Novel
by G.P. Gadbois
Release Date: May 7, 2018
Publisher: Roane Publishing
 

The attraction Suzanne feels towards Bill is intense when their paths cross again. Because he is seeing someone else, she keeps her feelings bottled up and leaves. To heal from the heartache, she turns to family, her girlfriends, and her horse.

Bill knows he’ll never settle for another, but trusting Suzanne has its risks. He listens to his heart, breaks up with his current girlfriend, and takes a trip to Canada to woo Suzanne.

Bill must return home. Unable to deal with the separation and a long distance relationship, Suzanne makes a life changing decision and moves to Bill’s home town.

Will the nasty graffiti, the threatening notes, the interference of Bill’s ex-girlfriend, and the tragic break-in impact Suzanne’s decision and send her back home for good?

 
Excerpt:


The sky grew dark, the wind picked up, and it started to drizzle. Bill hurried, bought a burger, fries, a drink and returned to his bench at the top of the bleachers. On fairgrounds the further away he was from the horses, the better, he felt. He pulled his jean jacket on, put on a baseball cap, and kept his head down. He munched on the greasy food, and watched the Flag Races.

Suzanne’s turn came up once again. Her skill, speed and accuracy to pick up and drop off the flag into the barrel in 9.352 seconds got her the fourth place. Bill found her results amazing since this class had a larger number of participants, both male and female.

It poured rain during the Keyhole race. The spectators thinned, only the die-hard stayed to watch. Bill kept his eyes on the gorgeous cowgirl waiting near the gate. He kept his head down as Suzanne scanned the bleachers often. I’m a sitting duck here. To his relief, her name was called. She patted her horse’s neck and readied herself. She raced between the four barrels. Cinderella turned sharply, slipped and bumped into a barrel that wobbled but didn’t tip over. Bill stood holding his breath until he realized Suzanne was safe and the race was over.

Only a couple races left before I surprise her. Bill wiped his sweaty hands on his damp jeans. To calm his nerves and stretch, he left his seat. I should have brought flowers. The muddy path leading to the carnival area didn’t have one single wild flower, not even a dandelion. I’ll get her a teddy bear instead.

“Everyone wins.” The girl at the dart booth shouted, waving her arm. “Come here, give it a try. You can’t miss.” She convinced him.

He handed her five dollars and she gave him three dull darts. He burst two out of three balloons and walked away with a plastic mini-dinosaur. If this doesn’t win Sue over, nothing will. He shoved his prize into his coat pocket and returned to the bleachers.

The rain stopped, but the sky remained grey. In the arena, the Pole Bending races were taking place. Bill decided this race was his favorite. Cinderella and Suzanne raced to the far end of the poles, maneuvered around each pole with skill and grace once, then again in the opposite direction and raced back to the finish line at a high speed. Suzanne hugged Cinderella when she stood in the ring with her second-place ribbon.

The Dash Race was the last game of the day. Speed being the main objective, Bill thought it breath-taking. Cowboy hats flew off as riders and horses sped from one end of the ring to the other. All-in-all he found this race demonstrated the strength and speed of the horses more than the skill of the riders. Suzanne and Cinderella were good, Serge and Alexander the Magnificent were better in this race, finishing three seconds sooner.

Games are over, it’s show time. Bill followed Mr. Martin’s instructions and found Suzanne in between trailers, brushing Cinderella. Although the horses appeared to be tied safely to the trailer, Bill froze; too many horses in the small, confined area. You came this far, don’t let this stop you. Bill’s pep talk was interrupted.

“Sue, are you hungry?” A voice boomed from behind him.

“Only if you’re buying.” Suzanne replied without looking up.

“Come on, you won more than I did.” The man squeezed past Bill and stopped beside Suzanne.

Bill envied and hated the guy all at once. He’d moseyed in and stolen his moment.

“Brian, stop whining…” Suzanne said as she stood and turned to face the intruder. She closed, and then opened her eyes. “Bill!”

Brian followed Suzanne’s gaze and his eyes narrowed as he examined Bill.

“Is it really you?” Suzanne moved around Brian. “How long have you been here?”

“All day. Please come closer?” Bill ignored the intruder, and sprung his declaration for all to hear. “I’d like to take you up on that second chance offer.”

Her eyebrows rose for a split second before she smiled, and ran into his open arms.

“God I’ve missed you, Sue.” He lifted her off the ground.

“Sue, will this reunion be long?” Brian barked.

“I hope so,” Suzanne replied without looking at the guy.

Bill set Suzanne down and pulled her against him. She was finally where he wanted her.

“Fine, I’ll see you around.” The intruder took his leave.

Suzanne ran her hands up and down Bill’s back. “I’m so glad to see you, but I can’t believe you’re here.”

He’d waited so long for this moment, and didn’t want to waste it with explanations. There would be plenty of time later. He tilted her chin up and kissed her. She tensed, but didn’t fight it. A hint of peppermint lingered on her soft responsive lips and the combination excited his senses. Horses neighed and Bill’s head shot up. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath when he saw no one around. His promise to Mr. Martin would be hard to keep.

“Bill, are you okay?”

He nodded. “Let’s go grab a bite to eat. I’ll buy.”

~~~oOo~~~

About the Author:

G.P. is a Canadian wife and mother of three who works in school bus transportation. In her last year of high school, she enjoyed writing a weekly column published in the French newspaper in her home town. Writing took a back seat for years and now her children are grown, it’s become her favorite hobby.

Entertaining others is like breathing – it is part of who she is.

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Choosing your Editor

The following are questions for you, the author, to ask the freelance editor you are considering approaching. Originally by Jenny, for the website Writers Edit

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What should I ask a prospective editor?

  1. If they have any qualifications or memberships.
    You might prefer someone with the theoretical grounding of a degree or certificate, or someone who upholds the standards of an editing society.
  2. If they have experience or a portfolio.
    Do you want the seasoned veteran who’s been in the game for twenty plus years, or the enthusiastic novice who’s just starting out?
  3. How and what they charge.
    {For more information, visit http://bit.ly/2IyGJ3n}
  4. What systems they use to edit.
    Are they on a Mac or a PC? Do they prefer MS Word, Adobe Acrobat or InDesign (or hard copy)? Be sure that your systems are compatible.
  5. If they respond quickly to enquiries.
    As we said, editing is all about communication, so make sure they’ll give you the time of day rather than ignore your email for a week.
  6. If they seem honest and respectful.
    You want your editor to be upfront, but not insensitive. There’s a difference between telling someone that their writing needs improvement and telling them it’s garbage.
  7. If they genuinely appreciate the story you have to tell.
    Editors who believe in your writing will be more committed to its success, and will thus be more likely to go the extra mile on your behalf.
  8. If they respect the boundaries between author and editor.
    At the end of the day, it’s your work: will they give you the final word, or will they try to steamroll you, based on what they think is right?
  9. If they know what they’re talking about!
    Do they know what a style guide is? Can they justify their editorial decisions? Or are you the one having to explain the difference between en- and em-dashes?

Trust, by Avery WOODS

cover_Trust Why does society treat you as an outcast when you’re single? Is it not bad enough that I have my two best friends pressuring me to date every chance they get. It’s probably because I still haven’t told them the reason I’ve avoided dating: The fact that I am HIV positive. It’s this dirty little secret I’ve been keeping to myself for the last two years. I’ve tried telling my friends and family numerous times, but something always gets in my way. At least that’s what I tell myself. Don’t worry, I’m ninety percent sure you can find my picture under the word cynical in the dictionary.
Since my ex-boyfriend basically called me a walking disease, I’ve lost a bit of my self confidence you could say. I mean, how am I suppose to tell my friends and family? I guess writing a letter to my parents won’t cut it.
More importantly, how is Travis, the new guy I like going to take the news? He is perfect, and I am far from it. I have to trust him, but trusting someone is easier said than done.
If dealing with HIV wasn’t enough, the bombshell my mom decided to invoke on my sister and I sure takes the cake. At least that’s what I thought, until I attended Lauren’s birthday party. Who knew that would be a night I would never forget.
Who would have thought ripping off a band aid would be the most painful route to take?


Available at…
Roane Publishing;     Amazon;     Amazon UK;
Barnes & Noble;      Kobo;      Smashwords;
iTunes;      Bookstrand


Excerpt:

This isn’t good. She knows, damn it. I can’t even lie to her and tell her I take the medications for a different reason. She knows what the medications are for. I completely forgot I had my medications in my purse when I gave her permission to go into it to grab the tampon. I mean, I wasn’t thinking. I was half asleep. I don’t know what to say. She’s caught me off guard. I stay silent.

“The medications are anti-retroviral medications. They are used to treat HIV.”

Cori gasps, completely shocked. She looks at me, but I turn my head. I can’t look at her. “Do you have HIV?” she asks.

I stand up to clear my plate. I’ve lost my appetite. What am I supposed to say?
“Those aren’t mine.”

Brennley stands up. “Hayden, I saw your name on them.”

I get defensive. This is my worst case scenario. I wanted to be the one to tell them on my own accord, so Brennley finding out this way? It’s awful.
“Maybe I took them out under my name for someone else, did you ever think of that? Maybe someone who’s ashamed of having to go to the pharmacy to buy them, worried they will be judged? Did you ever think of that?” Okay, that was a horrible lie, but I’m feeling cornered.

Brennley blows out a breath, and scratches her head. “No, I didn’t. I wasn’t accusing you of anything. I was just stating what I saw.”

I’m angry, but only because they found out like this. “Well, don’t jump to conclusions.”
I look over at Cori and I can see tears forming in her blue eyes.

“Hayden, just be honest with us. Whose medications are those?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. I will not cry. “No one’s!” I shout.

I look over and see tears now forming in Brennley’s eyes. I can’t do this. There are too many emotions floating throughout this room. I’m sad, hurt, angry, devastated, frustrated, and feeling very, very guilty.

“They aren’t mine,” I sob. My shoulders begin to shake.

Cori comes over and lifts my hands away from my face and wraps me in a hug.
“Hayden, it’s okay if they are yours, just be honest with us. We don’t care if they are yours.”

You know the feeling you get when you are about to cry and someone asks you if you are alright and, it’s them saying that, that makes you ultimately cry? That’s what I’m feeling right now. I release Cori’s grip on me and gently push her away. I turn and walk to the other side of the kitchen. I turn to face them. I wipe the tears that have spilled down my cheeks. I shake out my hands. My heart is hammering in my chest. My chest feels tight, like an elephant is sitting on it. I feel a bit dizzy, like the room is moving and I’m having trouble seeing straight. I take a deep breath until both of them come back into focus.

I decide it’s time for the truth to come out. Although when I tell them I can’t look at them. I’m scared to see their reaction.

“Alright, I give up. Those pills are mine.” I cry. “Because in fact, I am  HIV positive.”

A post on using Brand-names in your writing

This stellar advice can be found at this blog, by Mark Fowler at Blogspot, an attorney in New York City with 29 years of experience working for media companies – book and magazine publishers, newspapers, broadcasters, and online publishers, among others.

A full description of the what and how of dropping names into your writing

Thanks, Mark…

 

eBook Release: Vicki Arnott’s “The Crystal Bluebird”

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While Mary was exploring the old house she and her family had inherited, she discovered a crystal necklace and an old book telling the story of a sad Queen trapped in her castle.

When she and her brother and sister drew pictures on the story map, they never dreamed they would soon be transported into the fantasy world of Brigitha, where their pictures had become real, and were causing problems! They were soon enlisted by a grumpy Queen’s Guardsman who insisted that they must undo the damage they had caused, and help to free the Queen.

This is a story for children aged ten and above. Teenagers and adults who enjoy fantasy adventure will also love this book.

Exclusive Excerpt…

Arthur raised his fist to knock on the door, but just as he did so, it swung open with a crash. Inside the doorway stood a short, plump woman wearing a pair of bright green dungarees over a bold floral print shirt. Her face was round and her cheeks were rosy pink. Her eyes were as bright and green as her dungarees and seemed to shoot sparks at Arthur. On her head a small cap perched precariously on top of a mass of curls which spilled in an orange riot around her face. She stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips.

“So,” she shot at Arthur. “You’re finally back. Where is it that you’ve been all this time?”

Arthur straightened himself up to his full height, squared his shoulders and replied with quiet dignity. “I’ve been on the queen’s business, as you well know.”

The woman remained standing rigidly in the doorway. “The queen’s business! Sixty years, Arthur. You’ve been gone sixty years! You’re lucky I’m a resourceful woman, with plenty to do with my time, otherwise I might be pretty angry with you right now.” She glared at him fiercely, her right foot tapping.

Arthur cleared his throat.

“Wynda, I know. I’m sorry. I was trapped and there was no way to let you know what had happened. Let’s go inside and I will tell you all about it.” He turned to the children. He gave a slight bow and his voice became formal, “Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Wynda.”

ISBN eBook: ISBN: 9781311312785

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About Vicki Arnott

Born in Foxton, New Zealand, and raised in the Manawatu area,File 19-02-18, 3 30 46 PM
Vicki now lives in a rural community near Rotorua, in the Bay of Plenty, surrounded by views of Mt Tarawera, forest, and farm paddocks.

Vicki writes fantasy adventure and science fiction for early teens and young adults. Her love of writing began at primary school and she has always dreamed of becoming a writer. She got serious about her dream in 2015, when she reduced her hours of work as a school teacher to work on her first novel The Crystal Bluebird, a fantasy adventure for children and adults.

She is currently working on her second novel Children of the White Dragon, a science-fiction adventure, and her third novel, also science-fiction and as yet untitled.

Other genre that interest Vicki are romantic comedy and magical, heart-warming Christmas stories. She’d like to write screenplays in those genre, in addition to science fiction and fantasy.

Vicki’s goals include: get better at writing, continue to write and publish, write screenplays and be involved in the production of movies.

Her interests include walking, ceroc dancing and an occasional game of golf. She also likes painting and drama, and has organised many school productions in addition to her involvement in amateur theatre productions with the Rainbow Entertainers Drama club. She recently realised another dream when she planted her first rose garden.  She spends her spare time watching movies, and steals early-morning hours to read because she is so undisciplined when it comes to books, that once a book is started it doesn’t get put down until it’s finished.

Vicki can be found at this site

 

 

Kathy Sutcliffe Bonanza

At Saturday’s meeting on Rotorua Writers Group, we were graced by our guest author, New Zealnd’s Kathy Sutcliffe. 

She delighted us with her back-story of the origins of her three novels… Write My Face and When Romeo Kissed Mercutio, both published 2012, and Moon Boy published 2017. She read an extract from the latter, which held us engrossed. 

I bought a copy of all three, so you can expect a set of reviews later…

Second Guessing, by Gail W Olmsted

Second Guessing, a contemporary romance by 2018-02-05_Gail Olmsted_Second Guessing
Gail Ward Olmsted,  was released on January 5th to much acclaim.

Second Guessing is the love story of Jill and Ben, who are so wrong for each other that they may actually be right!

 


Jill Griffin & Ben Fein are meant to be together… said no one ever!

Jill has built a successful career writing romantic ballads for many of today’s top performers. Since the tragic end of her marriage a couple years back, the 40-something single mom has all but abandoned hope for a love story of her own.

Ben is a brash, young boy-band singer seeking a solo career who hires Jill to write for him. He’s got a dark secret from his past that he wants to keep hidden.

The attraction between the two is red-hot, and when Ben falls hard for Jill, he doesn’t care who knows it. Jill’s been burned before and wants to take things slow, keeping their relationship out of the glare of the media. After a gossip columnist exposes their affair, she’s forced to decide if she can risk letting go of her past in order to build a life with Ben.

When Ben’s past makes headlines, Jill begins to wonder how well she really knows him. But as Ben climbs to the top of the pop charts, he’s determined to succeed…  at convincing Jill to take a second chance on love.

Published by Roane Publishing, 2017;


About the Author

“Gail is a professor of marketing. She has taught at the college level for twenty years.  A hopeless romantic, she is married to the love of her life. She is a mom to two young adults and two cats and enjoy reading, music and travel.”
(Paraphrased from her website)

Her other books include Guessing at Normal, Driving on the Left, and Jeep Tour, all of which are on sale at Amazon, and via her website’s links.