January 21, 2013

Liza O'Connor - Interview: A MAN TO TRUST

Hop on over to Liza's Place for a really fun interview.

I would love to see you there:

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Buffy's Ramblings- Review: Man to Trust by Cheryl Yeko

A really nice review for, A MAN TO TRUST.

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January 8, 2013

Please Give A Warm Welcome To Sherry Gloag

Welcome to Cheryl’s place! I’m thrilled to have you here.

 Please tell us a little about yourself.

Multi-published author, Sherry Gloag is a transplanted Scot now living in the beautiful coastal countryside of Norfolk, England.  She considers the surrounding countryside as extension of her own garden, to which she escapes when she needs "thinking time" and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel.  While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there are no other walkers close by.

Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office.  She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.
What is your favorite pastime, other than writing?    Walking, gardening and reading. 

When did you first get the writing bug? I can’t claim it came and stayed, I kept trying my hand at it, then life would get in the way, so it would be a while before I tried again.  It was the mid ‘90’s when I really gave it a go and around 2006 when things began to take shape. 

What is a typical writing day for you?  Sorry I don’t get to do typical.  I do try to write every evening, but even that is often disrupted. 

What genre or genres do you write? Contemporary and Regency romances. 

Do you see yourself trying any another genre in the future and if so which one? Light paranormal. 

Tell us about your latest release? Vidal’s Honor is a Christmas Regency romance about spies, wars, betrayal and love. It is about overcoming all the odds and trusting others to be there for when they are needed the most.  And not giving up or giving in even in the darkest moments.

Faced with accusations of treason, Honor, Lady Beaumont, 
wonders which she will lose first, her head or her heart.

When plunged into a world of spies, agents and espionage during the Peninsula wars, Honor, Lady Beaumont, flees for her life when the French capture her husband at Salamanca, and relies on his batman to arrange her safe passage back to England.

Viscount Charles Vidal is ordered by Robert Dumas, the First Lord of the Admiralty, to travel to Spain and escort the only woman he’s ever loved, Lord Devlin Beaumont’s widow back home before the French discover her whereabouts.

Their journey is fraught by danger, least of all knowing whether they are surrounded by friends or foe. Will they survive long enough to explore the possibility of a future together or will whispers of treason be enough to see Honor dispatched to Tyburn first? 

What makes your hero special? He’s patient and yet tenacious. He’s only loved once, and lost. Now he has another chance he doesn’t intend to lose this time round regardless of the setbacks. 

What makes your heroine special? She is kind, generous, compassionate, and had to make a terrible decision that would make someone she loved unhappy.  Now she has another chance, if she can live long enough to bring it about. 

Please share an excerpt of your book! 


While Vidal joked with his cousin, the viscount scanned the room. The smell of fine wine, whiskey and cigar smoke blended into a rich aroma that was as much a part of Whites as the card games, the background chatter, and outbreaks of lewd laughter from the younger members of the club.

One member in particular interested Vidal tonight, and he watched Robert Dundas, second Viscount Melville, and First Lord of the Admiralty, take leave of his friends and head in his direction. 

He wondered why the man spent the best part of the night watching his every move, and paused in the act of fobbing his snuff box while he waited for the viscount to join him. 

“Take a walk with me?” Although couched as a question, Vidal noted the quiet steel of command in the other man’s voice. Dundas laid a hand on his arm; a companionable gesture for anyone interested enough to observe the two men leaving the club together. “I believe I live not far beyond your own house. I’d appreciate your company, and this is not the place for such a discussion. ” 

With an indolent twist of the wrist Vidal returned the modish lacquered box, unopened, to his pocket and nodded agreement. A man’s club was no setting for private conversation, and it was plain the man wanted to talk about something away from flapping ears.

Together they strolled across the room stopping to take leave of several mutual friends.

What book are you reading now? This afternoon I finished Karen Swan’s, The Perfect Present.  It’s over 500 pages long and I resented having to put it down to get some sleep.

 What inspired you to write your latest story? I was asked to write a Christmas story by a fellow Astraea press author, was given nearly seven months to write it.  I ditched several false starts before I knew Vidal’s Honor was the one, by which time I had eight weeks left and the final edits of another book on my hands.  The story starts out in Spain just hours before the battle of Salamanca and ends up in a ballroom in London on Christmas Eve.

Tell us what excites you about writing and getting published. The exciting thing about writing is meeting your characters and discovering how the story plot unfolds.  I’m not a plotter, so quite often the twists and turns surprise me and that’s always a challenge.  Being published?  To begin with it was the thrill of knowing I’d ‘done’ it.  Could see my name ‘out there’, but now it is more about the readers, and writing for them and with them in mind.  I still write for myself, but I love receiving reader-feedback too.  Many of their comments are so enlightening and go influence future writing.

What’s your current WIP?  I have three WsIP, none of which are going smoothly! LOL  The two remaining Gaquet princes keep changing the plot, and I’m almost at the point of calling their bluff.  Two characters from Vidal’s Honor also want their story told, and to begin with we were up and running, but they too keep running off the rails, so I’m not sure whether that one will ever see the light of day.  There are several ideas hovering, but one of them would be a major project and I have to decide whether I want to commit to it or not.

And finally, where can we stalk you? 

My Website: http://www.sherrygloag.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/SherryGloag 
Character Interview, Charles, Viscount Vidal and Honor, Lady Beaumont

Tell us about the first time you each other. Charles, Viscount Vidal – The Honourable Honor Adversane, as she was then, was one of my cousin’s bridesmaids.  I knew in that instant she’d become important to me, but failed to realise in time just how important.

Honor, Lady Beaumont - *blushes* I’m afraid I did not notice Charles at that wedding.  I was so shy that at the first opportunity I tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. 

Charles – If that was your intent, your failed miserably, I couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole evening.  So much so that Dev promised to introduce you to me. 

Honor – No, you cannot be right, I would have remembered you. *she blushes* 

Charles – *Takes her hand  in his*  You are right it was another twelve months before he made good on his promise.

What drew you to him/her? 

 Charles – Look at her.  You don’t need me to tell you. One look and you will understand.  It’s not her beauty, at least not her physical beauty.  It’s what Honor is inside that drew me to her.  One look at those eyes and I was lost forever.

Honor – Initially, *Honor hesitates* 

Charles – It’s alright, I understand. 

Honor - *smiles up at Charles* I know you do, but will they?  *She points forward, indicating the readers they couldn’t see* How can they understand my dilemma.  I loved two men equally and knew they both loved me *she paused again, sighed then continued* ‘equally.  The you went away, and I chose Dev. * She brought his gloved hand to her lips and kissed each finger in turn. Her eyes all the while locked with his.* 

Charles – But we are together now and are to be wed in less than twenty-four hours. 

Honor – *Sighs, turns Charles’ hand and snuggles her cheek into his palm.

What is your favorite thing about him/her:

 Charles – She has the biggest heart of anyone I have ever known. 

Honor – His love for me. 

Care to share future plans?

 Charles – Tomorrow, due to circumstances, we wed quietly, just close family…

Honor - *on a gurgle of laughter*  How can you describe it as a small, quiet wedding when Prinny will be there, along with the Earl of Wellington and so many of his soldiers? *She sighs,*  But, only the people that matter most to both of us will be there, she elaborated, then stood, looked to those unseen readers and smiled.

“Thank you for being a part of our story, simply by reading about us.  I hope you all have as wonderful a Christmas as we intend to this year.” 

Thank you Cheryl for inviting me, Honor and Charles to visit with you today. 

Links for Sherry Gloag and her latest regency Vidal’s Honor, released by Astraea  Press November 1st 2012.


To buy links pending --


January 2, 2013


Author Bio:

Mae Clair knew from the time she entered grade school that she wanted to be a writer. She credits her parents with instilling in her an insatiable love of reading through weekly trips to the library when she was a child. Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create characters and make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars.

Inspired by folktales, legends and things-that-go-bump-in-the-night, she loves to blend the fantastical with the ordinary. Her heroes are known to be flawed and complex, her heroines capable, independent and sexy.

Throughout the years she has been actively involved in various writing and critique groups and is a past President of the Central Pennsylvania Writers’ Organization. She lives in Pennsylvania and is married to her high school sweetheart (a.k.a. the Love of Her Life). In her downtime she enjoys reading, digital scrapbooking and unwinding with her husband by the pool when the fickle PA weather permits. A self-admitted idealist, Mae is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.
Drawn together across centuries, will their love be strong enough to defeat an ancient curse?
PictureColonel Caleb DeCardian was fighting America’s Civil War on the side of the Union when a freak shower of ball lightning transported him to the present, along with rival and former friend, Seth Reilly. Adapting to the 21st century is hard enough for the colonel, but he also has to find Seth, who cursed him to life as a werewolf. The last thing on Caleb’s mind is romance. Then fetching Arianna Hart nearly runs him down with her car. He can’t deny his attraction to the outspoken schoolteacher, but knows he should forget her.

Arianna finds Caleb bewildering, yet intriguing: courtly manners, smoldering sensuality and eyes that glow silver at night? When she sees Civil War photographs featuring a Union officer who looks exactly like Caleb, she begins to understand the man she is falling in love with harbors multiple secrets--some of which threaten the possibility of their happiness.

Finding a decent guy who'll commit is hard enough. How can she expect Caleb to forsake his own century to be with her?  


“Stop it!” Arianna shook off Wyn’s grip, pivoting to face him. “Are you crazy?”

Before he could answer, something slammed against the door. Caleb screamed. The sound knifed through her like the violent jolt of an electrical wire.

“Caleb!” She launched herself at the door, panicked and terrified by the thought of the man she loved in horrific pain.

“Don’t!” Wyn stiff-armed her aside and grabbed the knob, forcibly holding it in place. “Get a chair. Something, anything! We’ve got to keep him locked inside.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Arianna, get a fricking chair. Now!”

There was another crash, and then a bang as something heaved against the door, making it shudder from top to bottom. Arianna heard a snarl that turned her blood to ice. The door rattled in its frame, weakening as something battered against it. Something inhuman locked in the room with Caleb.

A cold fist clamped over her stomach.

“Wyn, what’s going on?”

“Chair!” he spat. “Get me a damn chair.”

The raw urgency of his voice plowed through her confusion. She darted into the dining room, snagged a chair, and dragged it into the hallway. The thing in the parlor was still hammering away, heaving itself against the door in an attempt to burst through. Wyn’s face was white with strain as he struggled to hold the door shut with both hands. He rammed the top of the chair beneath the knob, wedging it securely into place. A blood-thirsty howl exploded from the other side, kicking Arianna’s heartbeat into overdrive.

“My God, Wyn, what’s going on?” She lurched for the door.

“Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Wyn caught her around the waist and swung her up against the wall.

She tried to squirm free. “I know Caleb’s trapped in there. We have to help him! There’s something in the room. Can’t you hear it?”

He held her wrists, pinning her arms to the wall. “Listen to me!” His eyes were wild, his face inches from hers. With a single frenetic skip of her heart, she realized he was as terrified as she was.

“There’s nothing in the room. Only Caleb. Do you hear me, Arianna? It’s Caleb.”

“No!” She shook her head, unwilling to believe what he told her, but another ear-splitting snarl fanned her fear higher. Nothing made sense. Not the stark fear in Wyn’s eyes, the sweat-slickened grip of his palms crushing her wrists or the chillingly inhuman sounds coming from the parlor. The man she loved could never sound so guttural or barbarous.

“I don’t care!” She ripped free of his hold. “I don’t care if he’s by himself or in there with something else. You have to help him!”

She lunged for the door, but Wyn grappled her around the waist, holding fast. They were still struggling when the sound of shattering glass rang through the narrow center hall of Weathering Rock.