Showing posts with label Women's Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women's Fiction. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Fearless Destiny by Annette Bower #WomensFiction #Romance

Annette Bower will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.



Who would you want to play your main characters if your book was made in to a movie?
I’m in trouble here because I don’t know movie stars. I watch movies and I am captivated by the story and the actors are the characters for me. When I prepared my background for each character, I collect photos from magazines.
           
How do you come up with the titles for your books?
In the first draft I have one working title, the next drafts, when I have a clearer idea of the story, the title changes again and when my editor is involved we brain storm and come up with the final title. Fearless Destiny is perfect because it implies that you have to be fearless when taking control of your future.

What does your writing space look like?
I have a lovely office but more than that I have a view with daylight and nightlight. The view is the most calming. I can watch the weather come and go, here on the Saskatchewan prairie. I have a cousin who farms on the horizon. I text her and tell her I’m waving to her and she waves back.

What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?
I enjoy walking or riding my bicycle around Wascana Lake which is part of my city’s 2,300-acre urban park, which is larger than New York City’s Central Park and Vancouver’s Stanley Park. The lake is a mile from my home and I walk approximately two and a half miles around. It is one of those places in Regina that residents of all cultures take time to visit.

What is your favourite color?
I enjoy sprinkling crimson throughout my wardrobe. It has a strong red color with a tinge of purple.

What is your favourite food?
Ice cream, can you hear me scream for ice cream. This week’s favorite is mint chocolate chip.

What is your favourite season?
Recently is it fall because we have great travel deals as it nears the end of tourist season for Europe, so we take advantage of reasonable rates and book a long-stay trip. This year we will return to Albufeira, Portugal. We checked and our favorite restaurant, Johnny Hooper’s will be open.

What is your favourite television show?
Death in Paradise and Mr. Monk. Both of these shows are similar to the Sherlock Holmes novels where only the brightest minds can put all the clues together. I just have to watch the shows knowing that it will be solved. Sometimes I guess, but most often I watch.

What is your favourite movie?
The Spitfire Grill “To a town with no future, comes a girl with a past.”

Who is your favorite actor?
Sandra Bullock, for her smile.

What is your favourite song?
This week, Kacey Musgraves “Biscuits”
Refrain: Just hoe your own row and raise your own babies
Smoke your own smoke and grow your own daisies
Mend your own fences and own your own crazy
Mind your own biscuits and life will be gravy
Mind your own biscuits and life will be gravy

What is your favourite comfort clothing attire?
I always have a loose fitting sweater to put on when I’m chilly and take off when I’m hot.

What books might we find on your bedside table?
I’m reading an Avon book published in 1973 by Constance Beresford-Howe The Book of Eve. It is a story of a woman who one day walks out of her forty-year marriage, her comfortable neighborhood, her emotional desert to start all over again.

I also have a young adult book by Lori Saigeon, Fight for Justice. It is a book about being bullied.

Finally, I have a poetry book by Katherine Lawrence, Lying to our Mothers. Poetry uses language differently than prose writers. They need to convey their message with sparse words and imagery. It is a good lesson to be reminded of.

Describe yourself in three words.
Impossible. I’m verbose.


BLURB:
From the Romance Review Readers Choice nominee, Annette Bower, comes a new small town romance, Fearless Destiny.

Tiffany George, riding high on her commission as a fresco artist, returns home for some deserved rest and relaxation.

The drive is uneventful until she rescues Will Cleaver on the side of a highway. While savoring memories of a kiss and a well formed butt, her future goals do not include a romance.
Once in town, she discovers the hopes and dreams of her community hinge on the development of a new resource mine and Will Cleaver’s designed neighborhood. Her parents demand she give up art and resume her working partner role in the family business.

Tiffany George is pulled by her community roots and stretched by her newly discovered independence.

Will Cleaver knows about taking charge of destiny. He models the courage she uses to become the woman she needs to be.

Excerpt
Turning onto the highway that led into the town of Apex, Tiffany George saw an abandoned gray compact car. Her father’s voice rang in her ears, Don’t drive by stalled cars on the highway. You never know who needs you. Slowing to a stop, she grabbed her flashlight and tucked her cell phone into her pocket.

She expected to see an empty vehicle. Tiffany felt like an unprepared Girl Scout when the light illuminated dark eyes. A hand pushed through black hair. The man’s discomfort was obvious. His shoulders braced against the seat.

“Can I help you?” she called through the window.

“I’m not sure.” His jaw muscles tensed, while he shaded his eyes against the flashlight.

“I’m going to open the door.” Her forearms and biceps bulged, and her sandals skidded on gravel but the driver door wouldn’t budge.

“Locking system jammed.” His speech was slurred.

“That doesn’t happen. Have you been drinking?” She sniffed for alcohol.

“No. Pain.”

“What kind of pain?” She watched him with first-responder alertness. “Heart attack?”

“No.” He bent down toward the floor.

Growing up as her father’s helper in the family plumbing business, Tiffany knew her way around vehicles.

The man’s head slumped onto the headrest. “Okay, Mister, tell me what’s happening.”

“Muscle cramps in both legs.” He sucked air through his teeth. “Need to get out of this sardine tin.”

“Push on your knees,” she said calmly.

“Thanks, Nurse Nancy. I’ve tried. I need out.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Annette Bower sets her romance novels in Saskatchewan because she believes home can be as exotic as anywhere else in the World. Annette travels extensively, but always returns home to Regina, Saskatchewan. Born in Regina, her experiences as a nurse, administrator, town councillor, teachers’ assistant and student inform her stories and reflect the experiences of many readers. Annette’s stories are read around the world and have been shortlisted on many national and international stages.

Annette Bower writes about women’s roles in families, in communities and women’s emotions at the beginning and end of love in her home office in Regina, SK. Her short stories are published in magazines and anthologies in Canada, United States, and United Kingdom. 
Her women’s fiction novels with romantic elements, Woman of Substance and Moving On are published by Soul Mate Publishing.

Annette Bower’s day-to-day experiences as a nurse, administrator, town councillor, teacher’s assistant and student means that her stories are the real thing because they are about you and your neighbours. Her short stories and novels are read around the world. Her romance novels are set in Saskatchewan because she believes home is as exotic as anywhere else in the wide world she has visited.

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Thursday, 24 March 2016

Nino Gugunishvili'a most excruciatingly embarrassing moment. We’ve all got one! #WomensFiction #Contemporary #Romance




Nino Gugunishvili will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
 

Isn’t life all about embarrassing moments and how we deal with them? Truth is, I may remember so many painfully embarrassing things that happened to me throughout my childhood, youth or adult life that it would easily become a novel, a big book, really huge one, filled in with  detailed descriptions of all the situations I got myself into.  That would be a book about a slightly neurotic, not particularly confident woman, who’s a walking embarrassment indeed! 

But wait a second, didn’t I just wrote one with a main character who gets in all kinds of troubles, unbelievable gems and silliest adventures? I did, and it’s called Friday Evening, Eight O’Clock! But, that’s another story...  So, let’s get back to myself...  

I have to say that I’m not the fastest walker on planet. I’m getting especially dangerous for pedestrians when walking with my cocker spaniel, because his retractable leash is too long and old and hard to shorten. You have to have a really fast reaction to operate with it. Needles to say, we’ve got in too many tricky, messy and unpleasant situations due to my inability to define distance, and my dog’s stubborn addiction to the car tires.   
One day, we were returning from our morning walk when my dog decided that he had to pee one last time before heading home and chose a car wheel to do so. In a second the owner of the car ran out from the nearby bank building and started yelling at me, demanding to wipe the dog pee off from his car tire. For a brief moment I had a feeling that the time stopped. Every pedestrian hurrying to office or elsewhere stopped as well and looked at me, some of them with amusement and pity and some of them with disgust, clearly taking the yeller’s side and waiting for me to react. 

Now, I’m not very fond of being in the centre of street scandals, and when someone shouts at me, I’m easily frustrated, I freeze.  So, I didn’t really find anything to say in my defence, except that I was deeply sorry.  I apologised for my dog’s intolerable behaviour, but the man didn’t stop yelling,  continuing   his accusations, presenting me as  an irresponsible dog owner, who didn’t really care about other people’s expansive and valuable assets. 

Without getting into any further debate and feeling immensely guilty, I stood on the main avenue in a morning rush hour, and tried to wipe off the pee from the wheel of the car. The owner watched me very carefully, giving me more and more tissue papers, miraculously appearing out of nowhere.  I’ve noticed that he literary had his front car seat stacked with toilet paper rolls and paper tissues, as if he was waiting for this to happen, only to pleasurably catch the guilty. 

Finally he was happy with the results of my work and I stopped. I walked out of the scene embarrassed, ashamed and annoyed, feeling his angry gaze still on my back. When I came home, I replayed the whole thing in my head and the ridiculousness of it made me laugh to my tears. I laughed, remembering myself, my dog, and the whole episode.     

Funny thing is that this man still works at the bank near my house and I meet him often, we’re both avoiding eye contact. His car still stands on the same spot and if I’m walking with my dog, I’m always shortening the leash, so he won’t be able to get closer to it.... 

Lessons learned? 

Respect other people. Be tolerant to their idiosyncrasies and laugh at yourself whenever it’s possible.    

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Tasha is a dreamer in search of a new dream.

She's bored with Pilates. She's never tried yoga. She doesn't even have a driver's license. She lives a pretty ordinary life as a freelance writer who battles the occasional flow of melancholy with the regular flow of martinis. Nestled into her couch, her television remote in one hand and a cold adult beverage in the other, she's found a favorite way to pass the hours on a Friday evening. It's comfortable and familiar, but it's not exactly an exciting way to live. With two of her closest friends, a bossy mother, an eighty-two year old grandmother, and Griffin, her fat yellow Labrador at her side, she knows that there has to be something better out there.
But where?

When she gets an unexpected offer to relocate to France to write a magazine column, she thinks her circumstances are improving. But life in a new country isn't all pêches et la crème. Now far away from her comfort zone, Tasha must find the inner strength to start a new career and navigate the bizarre and unknown world of professional jealousy, intrigue, and conflicting personalities in a very foreign land.

It's enough to make a girl yearn for those quiet nights on the couch.

Excerpt:

Balthazar Hamish woke up in a grumpy mood that morning. He had a terrible headache. His nervous young assistant, Clarissa, and a fashion editor, Chloe, were looking down at the magazine layout, spread out in huge sheets on his office desk. Clarissa always seemed to be a little afraid of him and his fat old cat, Baltimore.

Where did she get that awful velvety coat and ankle boots? She apparently is not at all a fashion addict, or a shopaholic, he thought. Still, she worked in a fashion magazine. What the hell is that? He looked down at one of the headlines printed in bold.

“A True Tale from an Unromantic Goddess”! Balthazar felt suddenly irritated. It’s a sophisticated magazine, for god’s sake. I don’t need more sentimental or feminist crap out here. That title sounded artificial and kitschy to him, as did the whole idea of aspiring foreign authors working for a magazine on a regular basis. It was Liz’s brilliant hunch, of course.

Liz Foster, his deputy! Stubborn and selfish! The whole damn thing about this magazine project was a total waste of time and possibly money. Shark heads in the top management of the publishing house were longing for Balthazar’s blood. He knew it from the very beginning of it all.

“Clarissa, could you please send reminders to all for our meeting later?” Balthazar tried to say it louder word by word. Clarissa looked at him and blinked. She was terrified by his presence and wanted to leave the room—the sooner the better.

“Tea maybe?” she asked, grabbing an opportunity to leave this uncomfortable place. She had to make tea for her new boss, make notes, organize staff meetings, and be optimistic about her new life and brand new dream job as a secretary at this damn, hellish magazine!
Working with Balthazar made her feel dizzy. She tried hard to overcome her nervousness and pretend to be confident, but her hands were almost always shaking.

“Tea would be great, thank you!” he responded quickly.

Clarissa walked out the door, leaving Chloe and Balthazar alone. Chloe, stylish and cute, looked at Clarissa, amazed but silent. A while later Chloe left, too.

Balthazar’s headache was getting intense. He opened the locker and took out a painkiller, swallowing it without water. Baltimore sat in his lap lazily. All Balthazar wanted was a cup of a dark tea, but his eyes were already glued to the printed text.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Nino Gugunishvili holds an MA in arts and has worked in film and television industries. Friday Evening, Eight O’Clock is her first published work of fiction. She lives in Tbilisi, Georgia.

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