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Hitting the To-Be-Read pile

Like all readers, I have a stack of books, both physical and virtual, that I’ve bought based on recommendation and review. The To-Be-Read pile. Every month I buy tostack of bookso many books and read them in a certain order: first, the ones I’ve been desperately awaiting, usually those part of a series (this month’s first read was MacRieve by Kresley Cole) or by favorite authors. Next come the ones that are by my automatic-buy authors. And then I get to the rest. If the new month has already rolled around, well, some of those books may get bumped down the pile.

Last week, however, I was home sick for three days, and so I got July’s must-reads done early in the month. Which left me time to hit the pile.

I am a fan of Maya Banks. She’s a versatile and amazing author, and I was thrilled to meet her – briefly – at RWA a few years ago. However, for some inexplicable reason, I never read any of her historicals.

Boy, was that stupid.

Maya has finally filled the hole that was left in me when Julie Garwood stopped writing historicals. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Julie’s contemporary romances. I used to buy them in hardcover, and now that I’m an ebook aficionado, I buy them at the expensive just-released price. But I have never, until last week, read any Scottish historical that made me feel quite like Julie’s did. And I’ve read a lot of really amazing Scottish historicals.

So, if you’ve yet to read the McCabe trilogy by Maya Banks, hie yourself over to wherever you buy your books from, and grab them. I, in the meantime, am off to read her other historicals…

The month is still young, so who knows what else I may discover in the pile?

The Alpha Male Blog Hop!

In days past, he was a grunter. Alpha = hair pulling, head clubbing and lair dragging. We’ve managed to civilize our heroes somewhat since then, but I, for one, still want a man who’s just a little bit masterful. Who might take me by surprise occasionally and sweep me off to his lair (no dragging!)

Nathan Powell is a modern alpha male. No hair pulling, but lots of sweeping off feet!

Social misfit Jessamy James pays the bills with a cleaning job so she can do what she really loves: tell stories to children. She meets NFL superstar Nathan Powell when she cleans his house. He’s intrigued by her reclusive attitude, and she’s drawn to his open personality and lack of defensive walls. It doesn’t take long for attraction to set in, and for a relationship to blossom.

When Nathan is accused of dealing drugs, Jess is caught up in the media storm and finds her own vocation slipping through her fingers. They struggle together to clear his name and rescue both their careers.

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And now…the prizes! Comment below to go into the draw for a Catch a Shooting Star swag pack, AND for the blog hop grand prizes!

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!

Find the other participating blogs at http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/

Why writers need to keep a pen handy…

My fellow romance authors are probably familiar with the phrase “you write porn.” And, like me, it probably annoys the living daylight out of you. Here are some of the other frequent comments about writing and the E-publishing industry that make me want to stab people with a pen. Comments in brackets are the things I’d like to say in response.

It’s not really work (and yet, while you spend Saturday afternoon watching football/shopping, I’m hunched over my keyboard)

E-publishing isn’t real publishing (there are global sales figures that disagree with you)

E-books aren’t of the same standard as physical books (#%$^*&$@ speechless with rage – the people who say this know that I’m a writer AND editor)

I could write a book (so why don’t you?)

My job just doesn’t give me time to write (yes, because working ten-hour-plus days in the corporate world, being on call on weekends, and two hours per day commuting left me with oodles of time)

And now, on to the romance specific insults…

You write porn (have you even read a romance novel?)

Men can’t write romance (This is like saying women can’t play sports. I take offense on several levels, but mostly because I edit some male authors, and they rock!)

Only lonely women with a hundred cats read romance (will all the men and women with families and fulfilled lives please raise their hands)

Romance novels aren’t real books (seriously? And yet so many romance novels make the NYT list)

Anyone can write a romance (please, go ahead. I dare you)

Romance novels are just sex with a pretty cover (again, ever read one? no? hmm…)

Mommy porn (My teeth itch every time I hear this. Really, could you sound any more like an uneducated, close-minded fool?)

Anybody got any others to add? I’ve been practicing my deep breathing exercises to prevent myself from plunging that pen into someone’s chest, but I’ll gladly share my outpouring of angst!

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