Saturday, 13 December 2014

S.I.N. (SAFETY IN NUMBERS)


My latest release is now available on Kindle Unlimited lending library for free, or 99 cents if you haven't joined the library service.

A novella about a woman with many personalities. Who's safe and who's in danger? An exciting read well worth your attention. Here is the link:



 Great cover by Dawn Dominique:

ENJOY

Friday, 26 September 2014

SWEET BLOG HOP THIS WEEKEND 27th-28th SEPTEMBER.





Hi there. Thank you for dropping by.
I'd like to recommend my latest novella - "ROMANCING THE MEMORY COLLECTOR"
This is a sweet romance which recently recived a five star review on Amazon. You can read this review on the Secret Craving website: http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/



Secret Cravings link:  http://bit.ly/1s3SyV6
And 






If you go to Amazon you will also see my other futuristic romances in this series.(The others have a heat rating.)

IF YOU LEAVE A COMMENT I WILL PUT YOU IN THE DRAW FOR AN E-COPY OF THIS ROMANCE. 
THERE IS A TWELVE HOUR TIME DIFFERENCE SO I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO REPLY TO YOUR COMMENTS UNTIL HOURS LATER. :-)
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND AND THANK YOU FOR CALLING.




Thursday, 10 July 2014

SECRET CRAVINGS' BACK ISSUE BLOG HOP


:http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/Kathleen Tighe Ball
  

This is your opportunity to get back issues from Secret Cravings Publishing. Follow the list of authors partipating and view their books and see what bargains you can find.

I'm offering LOVE'S RED HEART as a free download on Amazon this weekend, Sat 12 and Sunday 13th.  If you've visited and seen this notice - congratulations - you can now get your free copy
.Here is the link:

http://amzn.to/10m0dtL


While you are shopping have a look at the other books in my series of Sci Fi futuristic romances.

Saturday, 14 June 2014

WRITING BY THE SEAT OF YOUR PANTS




I recently entered a month long 500-words-a-day challenge. ‘Easy peasy’ I thought, not realizing life had a bucket of things to throw at me over the next four weeks. I took off with gusto, whistling up 2,500 words in the first four days, thinking ‘Ah-ha, I’m ahead of this game’. Then I struck a problem.  I ran out of ideas.  I had a number of characters I intended to use in this proposed novel and this would be the first rough (very rough) draft. No one would be overseeing it, critiquing it, or ‘dishing’ it either, so I could just write, write, write. I introduced the characters, each one a gem in his/her own right but chapter two loomed and I didn’t know where to go next. No immediate plot-posts ahead to aim for and a big blank in my brain.
I remembered how many of my author friends pantster their writing. Sitting at the computer, hands above the keyboard, letting the thoughts run out of their fingertips. I’d always thought, ‘No, not for me. Couldn’t possibly work - could it?’ One writer I know throws rune stones when she runs out of plot and follows the direction the chosen stone points her in. How does she sort the ending? Throws the runes again I guess. So far no bolt of lightning has struck her dead and she’s never stuck on where to go next in her plot line. I couldn’t try that; no rune stones to hand.
Desperate, I decided to try pantstering.  Truth is stranger than fiction they say and I’ve proved it.  Out of my imagination poured all sorts of thoughts, witty dialogue, one dog and then another.  Oh no. This was going to be like a day of Facebook postings with dogs and cats everywhere.  Luckily the cats stayed away and the story raced off on a tangent. Another endearing character appeared, drawn slowly to life as his dialogue added to the word pictures and revealed more of himself. He even managed to describe and name the breed of one of the dogs! I hadn’t thought of doing that either.
This time I want to write a full length novel. Not an easy thing for me, because I always seem to end up with a novella of reasonable length, but just shy of a novel word count. I think I’ve found the answer.  Pant-ster-ing is giving me a much larger word count. I may have to kill off a character or two, even one of the dogs. I’ve stopped worrying about what I’m going to write tomorrow, because I don’t know. What I do know is that when I sit, hands poised, my brain will switch on and my imagination will click into creative mode. I become the conduit for the words to trickle out onto the keyboard. I don’t say ‘that’s too crazy’ and press backspace.  I don’t growl about all the was’s, just’s and so's that fall out of my fingers. I can delete them later. All I want is words; words that equal story bones and characters .
What bliss. I’ve been converted.  I’m a pantster for as long as it takes to reach a plot point in my planned novel.  Then again, I may never reach that point, but it doesn’t matter. I can always transfer that story point to the next novel. This one might have more exciting plot points.
 Give it a go. Become a pantster – it really works and it doesn’t hurt at all. When you’ve filled the gap in your story you can go back to being a serious plotter. No one will ever know how you filled in the gaps, unless you tell them. Curses, in my excitement I’ve typed up over 500 words when I should have been adding to my novel.  The contest organizer will never know. I’ll just include this total in this week’s word count. I typed these 668 words by the pantster method.


Friday, 16 May 2014

FIRST PRIZE to Me!

I recently won first prize for my beginning for an accumulator story run by ww.creativefrontiers.com
http://creative-frontiers.com/continue-next-part-riggins-story-enter-accumulator-short-story-competition/

How about composing the next 300 - 350 words to the story and adding it to mine.  This is a great fun competition with great prizes to be won, for just 300 words and a little effort and imagination.
Here is my entry:



Riggins pushed back her fedora and re-read the black words crawling across the cream page. No, it said the same thing with her glasses on. The spidery strokes triggered a faint memory.  She should know who wrote it. She fingered the paper. Good quality, decent thickness, not some flimsy airmail weight. She held it to the light and noted the ‘croxley’ watermark. Obviously the writer had taste, albeit shocking penmanship and didn’t mind paying full postage.  She turned it over - nothing further, not even a signature. She examined the envelope. Posted in the U.K., last week, with no return address. Damn.
If some unknown person thought she would drop everything in the middle of her secret mission to Egypt on behalf of M.I.6, (or was it 7?) to stand around at the Cairo airport with a sign saying ‘Pick Me’, then they were crazy.  With strict instructions to be undercover at all times this action would attract the attention of the local police, not to mention numerous randy British tourists arriving to see the pyramids.
Her decision to dress as a male, right down to the classy headpiece and white linen suit was her answer to ‘being  undercover’. Most female operatives would have dressed in a burqa. Few would have had the imagination to take it a further step, although the attentions of several men and their invitations to accompany them home had worried her. She blamed her heavy jaw-line inherited from her late father, Brigadier Riggins. Young men appeared to be in great demand.  She had reconsidered the burqa option on three such occasions.
But a burqua would prevent her driving a car and transport was a necessity.
She’d been chosen for this mission because of her imagination and lateral thinking. Cecily had told her this, personally. So why the hell didn’t Cecily sign the damn letter? She’d just recognized the hand writing. Could it have been written under duress? Did her boss have a gun to her head? Contract law said anything signed under duress was invalid.
Someone pounded on her door…