Tuesday, April 24, 2007

IDEAL

Today, I decided to develop a slogan for myself, and came up with IDEAL- an acronym describing both my work and the cover art of my books (current and future).

IntenseDramaticEmotionalAweinspiringLucent

Anyway, that was today. Tomorrow is another ideal day.

Michelle

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Release of Ripples in the Water, April 27th 2007

It is 1609, and Celeste Darwent trudges the lonely, barren wilds of Hawkridge. Sold to the Captain of the Black Moth for a princely sum Celeste escapes her fate unaware her life is forever destined to be a part of his no matter where she should run, or how far for she no longer has memory of their past, or the son she's borne, but for whom her body no longer yearns...

Until she reaches Teigne Hall, and is confronted with a man bearing a most remarkable resemblance to the Captain of the Black Moth.

To his mind Darby Manderville, Earl of Hawkridge, has rescued an unfortunate beggar from certain death on the moor, but when he discovers a lost family heirloom sewn within the hem of her dress resentment, prejudice and contempt soon take the place of his compassion.

Celeste Darwent comes to Teigne Hall a haunted woman; a woman without a past, yet her presence will shatter Darby's life as, unwittingly, she unlocks a secret best left alone. A secret that, like Ripples in the Water, reverberates through their lives. Yet, Celeste, too, carries a secret; one that, should it be discovered, would see her hung...

Darby will, in the end, need choose between his love for Celeste, and his duty to his king; and determine if could truly be father to his brother's child.


Read an excerpt:

Her fingers tightened about the door handle.
“It would be wrong of me now to concern you further with my affairs,” she said evenly, “you, who must despise me my contempt.”
“I do not despise you,” Darby replied levelly.
“Your manner suggests otherwise.” She heard his tread draw near, and steeled herself against the intensity that was him.
“To retain my sanity,” he said his voice taut, “I cannot allow myself to think about something I cannot have.”
The reflection in his voice pierced deep into her heart, and a small cry bubbled forth from her lips. Her heart had been closed to him, yet he’d found a way to unlock it, throwing her emotions once more into confusion. Why must he tell her this? She could feel his warmth around her drawing her to him like a blanket. Their blanket
Mustering her strength she stepped back into the room, and distanced herself from him. “It didn’t occur to me that you were sincere in your feelings for me,” she said her voice scarcely above a whisper.
“I gave you no reason to believe it,” Darby admitted. He moved again towards her, but she stared ahead of her, her manner determined. She didn’t wish to be reminded of a time she could never know again.
“You owed me no consideration, my lord,” she replied, “nor did I expect it. We shared a strong attraction for each other, and I, too, am guilty of what happened between us.”
“Guilt? Is that why you refuse me? Is that why you run from me?” His breath stirred her hair. Celeste closed her eyes, and clasped her hands tightly against her stomach. The simplicity of his questions conveyed the anguish from which they’d been expressed. She turned slowly to face him. His uttered words still lingering in the air, his vulnerability laid rather unexpectedly bare to her.

Digital release- April 27th, 2007
Print release- June 22nd, 2007

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Yours sincerely, Most Scared

I'm scared. Really. My first book is due to be released by the Wild Rose Press, and I'm petrified. Doubts and uncertainties plague my mind, and I feel I want to write the whole darn story again...

But... It's a good story. I love Ripples in the Water- it's the type of story I like to read myself, and I did write it for me. Now, I'm sharing it with others perhaps more discerning than myself, who will ultimately rip it apart and dissect the contents. Ouch! Am I ready to be critiqued? I have to be because I'm a writer- a good writer- and it's all part and parcel of being a writer.

It's time to stand up, and be judged by the seasoned readers of romance, and take any and all commentary on the chin. The question is: Will I remain standing?

Comeback for the release date of Ripples in the Water.

Sunday, April 8, 2007

A day is a day, is a day, is a day...

I'm not one for holidays- to me, a day is a day, is a day, is a day, despite any label attached to it. Take today for example: Easter. Though not overly religious I'm not ignorant of its signifcance to those who are, and its pertinence. Yet, I see it as merely another day. I go through life enjoying it as much as the next person but without the need to celebrate stipulated dates because it's generally expected that I do. And as much as I understand the significance, and pertinence of said holidays I remain untouched by them. Deeply, sincerely, emotionally untouched. I am numb to every aspect of celebration, but I am Not a dull person. Nor am I unintelligent, nor am I shallow. And no, I don't need a shrink.

I enjoy every day of my life with those I love; just don't try to sell me one day above another in its importance. Every day is important, and I will enjoy that day on a small scale, whether or not many try to persuade, or dictate, how I spend that day.

You can still be lonely at a party.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Wow!

I can't write... well, obviously I can, but I mean I can't concentrate. Not long enough anyway to put two coherent words together let alone an entire sentence. And the reason? The cover design for Ripples in the Water.

I received it last night, and I can't take my eyes of it. It's brilliant, fantastic, great, wonderful- and all the other superlatives you can think of to describe a beautiful piece of art. I'm bias. Of course. My first cover design for my first novel.

Yet, what touches me is the artist's perception of my work. She's translated my story- its intensity, emotion and feeling- in her use of colour; and the perfect setting. My heroine would feel right at home in this setting. Perfect.

I look at this cover design with an immense feeling of pride and gratitude, and know it reflects the depth and sincerity of my work. I know you can't judge a book by its cover, but in this instance the combination is dynamic. A good cover, and a damn good read.

Don't believe me? Log on again for the release date, and see (read) for yourself.

I really ought to go now, and write, and I will- just not yet. Let me savour this moment... my first cover design for my first book. WOW!