Showing posts with label Romantic comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romantic comedy. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Exit Signs by Patrice Locke #Romantic #Comedy

 
Patrice Locke will be awarding a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

If your book were made into a movie, who would you want to play your main characters?
Tracy, the narrator of “Exit Signs,” is quirky and confident most of the time. I see either Rooney Mara or Jennifer Lawrence in her. I saw a movie preview featuring Dakota Johnson last weekend, and thought she could also be the physical version of Tracy. Jesse, the mysterious rock star is harder for me to ‘cast’ because I kind of have a crush on him myself, which is probably true of most authors and their ‘heroes.’ The closest I can come to him would be Jeffrey Dean Morgan, handsome and sexy in a rugged way. I could also see Gerard Butler or Michael Fassbender in the role. Frankly, I’d like to see any of them in anything.

How do you come up with the titles of your books?
Cringing, I admit that my working title was “Semicolon Man,” which totally would have worked if I only wanted English teachers to read the book. But in the end, I considered the theme of the book, which has to do with elegant exits and how to execute them, and there it was: “Exit Signs.”

What does your writing space look like?
It looks like wherever I am when I write. I don’t have an official office. I’m a teacher, so sometimes before school or during a break, I write there. Sometimes I write at my dining room table. Sometimes Starbucks, or a branch of the Albuquerque Public Library. I’m not particular about the setting. I just need quiet, or ear buds with Enya-like music – something with no lyrics, or repetitious words that don’t distract.

What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?
I read all kinds of things, especially anything to do with history or humor. I like to wander around in the landscape of New Mexico, which is quite varied, including six different life zones of altitude and weather. We have everything except for an abundance of water. But the mighty Rio Grande runs right through the middle of Albuquerque, where I live.

What is your favourite color?
Periwinkle blue. I don’t wear it – burgundy is my go-to wardrobe color. But when it comes to appreciating color, can’t imagine anybody preferring anything other than that mellow, almost lilac blue.

What is your favourite pleasure food?
I believe it is illegal to live in New Mexico without loving chile. The official state question is “Red or Green?” (chile). We put it on everything. For me, it’s red chile. Can’t live without it. Well, I guess I can, but I wouldn’t be very good company.

What is your favourite season?
I like autumn, mainly because of the colors and the chill it brings to the air. It means something new is on the way.

What is your favourite television show?
The one show I never miss is “Jane the Virgin.” It’s a take-off on the tela-novella format and it’s charming, funny, and has lots of amusing twists and turns.

What is your favourite movie?
That’s hard! I have many. I believe I’ve seen “Pretty Woman” about 20 times with my best friend, though, so it’s probably the time of my list. We believe there’s a “Pretty Woman” quote to fit any life situation, and so far, there has been. At the other end of the spectrum, I can always rewatch Woody Allen’s “Match Point,” which is very dark and the absolute opposite of romantic comedy. I think I like it for the setting – London; the music – scratchy opera records, and just the whole look of it. Evil seems to triumph, but the ending is haunting.

Who is your favourite actor?
Michael Fassbender. I wrote him a letter before he was very famous and received the most charming, humble, handwritten letter back. So I’ll always have a soft spot for him.

What is your favourite song?
That’s impossible! I’m a music junkie – just about all genres. In classical, it’s got to be the Liebestod from the opera “Tristan and Isolde.” If I HAD to pick one pop/rock song, it would be Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer.” That one never gets old to me and it takes me back to my college years at Michigan State University.

What is your favourite comfort clothing attire?
T-shirt and sweats. Also my favorite pajamas.

What books might we find on your bedside table?
Hundreds because I’ve become an e-book fanatic and I have two Kindles so there’s always one completely charged. I never thought that I would prefer electronic books to paper books, but I do.

I’m reading “Wilderness” by Karen Novak and “Echoes of Family” by Barbara Claypole White. I always read more than one book at a time.
I like most of Susan Elizabeth Phillips books, all of Jane Austen’s. And my favourite well-kept secret author is M.V. Hughes, who wrote memoirs about her life in Victorian London and beyond. She’s amazing and I wonder why everyone doesn’t love her.

Describe yourself in three words.
Creative. Tall. Funny. (on a good day, though I am tall every day.)

Blurb
Tracy Price has a documentary-style life until rockstar Jesse Elliot rewrites her script and takes the wheel to drive her crazy.

In her quest to find a writer missing since the 1930's, Tracy thinks she has discovered exactly how to handle her new relationship. But she may be listening to the wrong voice. 

Then Tracy and Jesse find out they've both been keeping some big secrets, and the truth may ruin everything.

Will sharing the missing writer's story open both their hearts?

Excerpt
Jesse raked some strands of his blue-black hair away from his forehead. The hair fell right back onto the shoreline of his face like a wave on a beach. I thought of the cliché movie scene where the action cuts to an agitated ocean to symbolize sex. I cleared my throat, and ordered myself to get a grip.

Instead, I surprised us both by asking him my name. “Tracy Price?”

“Yes.” He confirmed my identity. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He was all-business; I was all over the place.

This was how a romance novel would begin, and, as the designated hero, he was free to relax and be two-dimensional for now. I’d provide the script because I thought I knew the genre, but I had it wrong from the start because, on second thought, he was from another planet. He had to be. And if this was science fiction, anything could happen. Aliens are tricky.

When he sat next to me I wanted to leap up and run away. Instead, I asked, “How do you like Albuquerque?” Very original, Tracy. What I wondered was, How does it feel to look like you do?

“I like it,” he said, answering both my questions. “I like it so far.”

I felt a surge of power. “I bet. And how long are you staying?” Or, more to the point, would it be too forward of me to sit on your lap?

“I can’t say yet. Maybe six weeks? This was kind of an unexpected trip.” Bingo. Both questions addressed.

This was working. Let me know when you decide about the lap thing. I covered my mouth for a fake cough to clear my head.

We were silent. I was contemplating his perfection. Maybe he was, too.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
As a journalist, Patrice Locke wrote a lot of stories with unhappy and even tragic endings. Facts are facts, and a writer doesn't mess with facts.
But fiction is another world. Patrice began writing novels, where she could control the endings and make them as happy as she wants. The best thing about fiction, she says, is having time to think before her characters speak, so they can say the things most of us only come up with after the perfect moment has passed.        
She loves to write, read, and watch romantic comedies where life always turns out the way it should. Her only obsessive relationships are with semicolons and Oxford commas.     
Though she doesn't like to brag, Patrice is an award-winning artist. She won a gold and diamond watch when she was 13 for decorating a turkey drumstick bone to look like Batman. Alas, that was her last recognition in the fine arts. 
Patrice lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where the blue sky is brilliant, the air is thin, and the vistas are breathtaking. She is none of those things, which is one reason she enjoys living among them.

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Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Guest Post: What I’ve Learned About Life So Far #Romantic #Comedy


Elaine Cantrell will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
Wow, that’s a big question, but I’ll give it a shot. First, just because something is new, it doesn’t mean it’s better. Conversely, just because it’s something we’ve done for a long time, it doesn’t mean it’s better.

 

Second, we don’t demand the right things from ourselves. After working for 35 years and raising two children, it always seemed there wasn’t enough time to do much else, but I firmly believe that we are put on this earth to help each other. Visit an older adult, send a cake to a grieving family, cook a meal when someone is sick, anything really as long as you reach out and try to make your little corner of the world better.

 

The third thing I’ve learned is that you can be too politically correct. I think we need to use a little common sense here.

 

Fourth, don’t compare yourself to others. Be glad that you are you and value yourself accordingly.

 

And last of all, it’s way too hard to hold grudges and hatred in your heart. Just let things go and enjoy the beauty of the world around you, both in manmade objects or nature.

Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancĂ© into the witness protection pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy. She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new online business, life in the country is anything but boring.
 
Excerpt:
 
Cade held out his arm to Aimee. “Ma’am, I would be delighted to show you the gazebo. Do take my arm. The ground is rather uneven.”
 
“Why, thank you, sir.”
 
As they strolled toward the gazebo, Aimee allowed the setting to mesmerize her and capture her imagination. What would it have been like to attend this party in the year 1860? Would the threat of war have lent a spice of excitement to the festivities that made ordinary activities like visiting the gazebo seem new and romantic?
 
Cade indicated a built-in bench, which circled the inside of the gazebo. “Would you like to sit down?”
 
Aimee sat and gathered her skirts around her, admiring the rustle of her long, crinoline petticoat. She patted the space beside her. “Sit beside me.”
 
Cade bowed. “You honor me, Miss Sherwood.”
 
“You may call me Miss Aimee, sir.”
 
“Miss Aimee, then.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.
 
Aimee’s heart took off in a mad gallop. She felt heat rising from her chest and knew it colored her face an inconvenient shade of red. Oh! My! Goodness! All he’d done was kiss her hand, and she was melting. If only she hadn’t left her fan at Miss Gladys’ table.
 
Cade kept hold of her hand even though she’d expected him to let go of it. His calloused fingers felt so male, so strong, so warm that another wave of heat washed over her and almost took her breath away.
 
“You look beautiful tonight, Miss Aimee. There’s not a woman at the party who can touch you.”
 
Was it her imagination or had he moved a bit closer to her?
 
“Your eyes sparkle like blue diamonds, and I love those curls of yours. You’ve captured the sunshine.” He reached for her ponytail and bounced her curls in the palm of his hand.
 
Breathe. She mustn’t forget to breathe.
 
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina where she obtained a master’s degree in personnel services from Clemson University.  She is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women educators and Romance Writers of America.  Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest.  When she’s not writing or teaching, she enjoys movies, quilting, reading, and collecting vintage Christmas ornaments. 
 
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