Monday, May 31, 2010

It's Prom Season!

Do you see the signs around your town? The limos, the party buses, the groups of well-dressed teenagers waiting for tables at the local restaurants? As surely as birds singing and flowers blooming it's spring...and prom season.

I love to catch sight of the prom-goers. The girls' hair is magnificent these days. Loops and braids and half-updos. All day Saturday at my local department store, the young women are sitting on stools at the make-up counters getting their faces done so that seventeen looks like...cover model. So fun!

And the dresses! (Sorry, I pay little attention to what the boys are wearing.) Short, long, strapless, halter, all lovely. The shoes blow my mind as well. Four-inch heels, people. A person in the know tells me that all the girls bring a second pair to actually walk and dance in. They only hope to make it into prom in the wildly exotic footwear.

We had a party last Saturday night that turned into great fun when we started swapping prom stories. Two married couples were in attendance who had actually been prom dates with their now-spouses! My prom tale: My date's dad had let him borrow his very expensive and beautiful Cadillac for the night. As we left one house where we'd taken pictures to go on to the restaurant, we were following part of our group in another car. You guessed it, less than an hour into our big night, when they suddenly braked ahead of us, we crashed into them. Nobody was hurt, nothing was damaged, except for the grill of the fancy car--and probably the mood of my poor date. Another woman at our party told her story: She got a call during prom season from "Daniel." (Excitement, she had a big crush on "Daniel.") He asked her to prom and she said an ecstatic yes!...and then realized it was a different Dan than the one she had eyes for. All's well that ends well, though, he's now her husband and father of her four sons!

Do you have a good prom story? Does remember your dress make you shudder? Or your date? Enjoy your Memorial Day, everyone.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Yay, Cindy!


Cindy's done it again!!! RISK NO SECRETS hit #9 on the NYT and PW bestseller lists!

We're all so happy for you!

Have a wonderful and relaxing Memorial Day weekend everyone,
Helen

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Debra - Back from the grave or “I’ve been hijacked!”

(Friday-even though I can’t get Blogger to admit it.)

No, no.  Not physical death.  Not car hijacking.  

We’re talking computer death and browser hijacking.

I’ve spent the last two days with Bijan.  Nope.  Not a contracted individual from another country.  But a nice American, flesh-and-blood person from a computer support company without the word “geek” in their name.

Anyone who knows me will confirm I run a tight ship.  Never had a virus infection that didn’t get caught by my obsessively up-to-date virus/security/spyware all-in-one mega-defender of my faith in safe surfing.  I’m talking in 20+ years of computer, I have never had anything.  That all changed Tuesday when I was following up on some piracy due diligence.  (which point forces me to post the lovely visual reminder of our books to illustrate this blog.  Not my fault.  Really.)

I noticed the tiniest of “blips” when I hit a site.  Even now I can’t tell you what happened because nothing happened.  Other than my feeling like something did happen.  I left the site immediately.  My mega-defender didn’t squawk.  My mega-defender was up-to-date.  My mega-defender was on.  So, I closed up shop and began again the next day, reasonably certain that all was well in Debra-Land.

But, no.

Suddenly, about mid-morning, my browser went to a website other than the one I thought I clicked.  After a moment’s consternation, I said, “Oh, wait.  There’s my website in another tab.  I must have accidently clicked a Google ad.”  And then it happened again.  And again.  The Google listings were false.  I wasn’t allow to manual start mega-defender scanning.  I wasn’t allowed to go to “cleansing sites” of the mega-defenders.  Any attempts to type direct URL’s were met with maniacal virtual laughter and a browser redirect to another “Buy it now, dammit!” site.

Fine.  I’ve never met a fight I didn’t enjoy.  “Bring it you slimy rat bastard.”  I switched immediately to Mozilla Firefox.  I managed to get to mega-defender, but by then Rat Bastard had caught up to me and began redirecting me off the mega-defender page.

Fine.  I go to AOL, its sweet little browser probably forgotten in the evil Rat Bastard programming.  And score!  I get back to mega-defender and run an online scan.  It found a virus.  I wrote down the name.  But the evil program stopped me from “buying” and downloading anything from mega-defender and locked up my computer.

I reboot, foolishly believing that mega-defender will catch this on start up.  Not only did mega-defender NOT do diddlily, it let the Rat Bastard disable my mouse usb port.

Fine. “You want to play that way?  You want a piece of me?  You can’t HANDLE me!”  I rebooted in Safe Mode and fetched my wireless keyboard and mouse.  Poof.  I was back in business.   But who wants to live in safe mode?  And I didn’t trust the Rat Bastard not to do more unfathomable bad things, so I went to a command prompt.  Yes, DOS.  I speak DOS.  It’s  little embarrassing to admit, but there you have it.

I backed up all my data (pretty much all current, but I never take chances).  With DOS.  A job I hope never to have to repeat.   The next morning, Bijan entered my life.  About 3 hours and a Diet Dr. Pepper later he pronounced me risen from the dead.  And left.  About 3 hours after that my computer threw down again.  ::sigh::  Rat bastard.  Sneaky Rat Bastard.  This time he took my mouse out first thing.  Now that’s scary.  A browser hijacker that LEARNS on the job.

Bijan came back this morning.  Did many more exhaustive things.   And trust me, I was yanking registry entries and services right and left the night before.  It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to get a handle on it.  But it was SOOOO many places.  Bijan took it personally.  He was a man on a mission.

In some ways I have to thank SRB (slimy/sneaky Rat Bastard) for this experience.  My computer has never run faster.   Interestingly enough, through it all, the other three computers in the network were unaffected.  I fed them extra canned air and told them how proud I was of them.

How about you?  Are you ready for a crash?  Got that data backed up?  Got that book backed up?

Kathleen Doesn't Get Out Much

...so she gets Blockbuster by mail and HBO. And books. Lots of printed books. But it's been a while since I yakked about movies, and when Helen brought up the subject of chick flicks recently, I decided I was due. I loved Doris Day and Rock Hudson when I was a kid--the original chick flick duo. (Tracy and Hepburn are the ultimate, but I don't consider those movies chick flicks. Do you?)

Of the CFs we get these days, I generally genuinely like about one in three. So I've got comments on three this morning, and I hope you'll add yours. Oh, and Sex In the City 2 is not one of my three. The trailer makes me gag. Not my cuppa. But recently I took in 3 CFs almost back to back. Clyde fell asleep on all three, but bottom to top of the heap IMO, they were The Proposal, Leap Year, and The Ugly Truth. Frankly, this setup--uptight professional woman meets guy who takes her down a peg so that he can sweep her off her feet--wears thin lately. (Tracy never took Hepburn down, not even a peg.) But the best of these three--The Ugly Truth--was saved by decent repartee and sexy Gerard Butler. The two characters were a worthy match for each other, and the dialogue kept me smiling. Leap Year was so-so. It's set in Ireland--lots of great scenery, lots of green--and the culture clash adds some fun. In both of these stories, it's hard to see what the heroine could possible see in the guy she's set her cap for, but oh well. Mr. Laid Back Right is Johny On the Spot.

I thought The Proposal was weak, weak, weak. The dialogue was trite, the heroine was a caricature, the hero had little appeal, and they didn't click for me. Given this setup, Sandra Bullock plays the same role the same way every time. She deserves better. She can do better.

Switching genres, I saw one last night that kept me guessing. That's the kind of movie I like. Don't make the dialogue so predictable that I can recite a line before the actor delivers it. Don't give me a story made up of one same-old same-old scene after another. The Burning Plain is a heavy drama--troubled heroine, layered characters, shades of gray. Excellent performances by Charleze Theron and Kim Basinger, along with a wonderful supporting cast. Get ready to be challenged a bit. It's not a linear story, but you soon realize that we're switching back and forth between sets of characters who will somehow come together, and you begin to sense a layering of time periods. I love a well-written script and a writer who takes a few risks. Writer/director Guillermo Arriaga is good at his job. He did The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada, with Tommy Lee Jones and Barry Pepper, which explores similar themes (guilt, redemption) in a different way. Both really well-written.

Finally, don't waste your time with The New Daughter. I picked it up because I thought Kevin Costner--who's not much of an actor IMO--usually doesn't get involved in a bad script. This one was absurd. Clyde and I looked at each other when the credits rolled on this one and said, "Why did we sit through that?" It was that mind-numbingly bad.

Oh, hey, has anyone else seen Robin Hood? Worth the price of the theater ticket. Lovely, lovely, lovely. It got mixed reviews from critics, but I'm a Robin Hood fan from way back, and I really enjoyed this version. It's the back story of a legend, and Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett are wonderful in their roles.

What's your take on any of these, and what have you seen lately?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Guest – Nancy Gideon (and a prize!)

“It’s a Long Way to the Top if You Want to Rock ‘n Roll”

(But, first, Debra’s going to jump in here and mention that with over 50 published books under her belt, Nancy has seen the highways and byways of publishing over the years! And she’s here to light a fire under us. She doesn’t pull punches, and I suspect that facing reality and investing in the journey is why Nancy has 50 published books. You know?)

You’ve got to pay your dues.

Writers are all too familiar with that phrase. Of course, it could mean heading for Pay Pal to pony up our membership fee for all those groups and clubs and organizations that fill our creative wells. But there’s another kind of dues, the kind that implies obligation, guilt, resentment and frustration. If life is a highway, the route to success is a tricky toll road. And exact change is sometimes necessary!

We start out in our writing career with our pockets full of dreams, ready to be fleeced of our innocence. The first thing to ravel is the concept that writing the best possible book is all it takes. “Genius, of course, will be instantly recognized and rewarded.” Well, sometimes it can work that way, but more than likely that fast lane to fame and fortune is reached from a two track filled with ruts and wrong turns. And maybe Yoda-like shepherd to herd us in the right direction with words of wisdom.

First toll: blood, sweat and possibly years. We learn our craft. There are no short cuts, no blue light specials, no osmosis that will transform a casual scribbler into an author. It takes practice and knowledge as well as instinctive skill. It. Is. Hard. Work. Butt in chair. Hands on keyboard. Nothing glamorous about it. We take classes in grammar, in GMC. Enter contests. This is where we trim that fluffy softness we’ve been spinning dreams with and wind it into a tight weather-resistant berber that can stand up to heavy foot traffic. Study, listen and learn. The school of hard knocks doesn’t end until we have something worth selling.

Next booth: Entering the Marketplace. We drop in our fears and our expectations before pulling through. We’re in the real writing world now. We’ve got a product to peddle…just like the five to ten thousand other writers who’ll be competing for that one space in the publishers lot. Parallel parking takes skill and timing. We knock over cones, go over the lines, miss the mark by a mile. But we keep working on it. Submit. Revise. Submit again. (Better their desk than ours.) We watch for opportunities: wear tight shoes and pantyhose for a chance to talk to an editor or agent at those hot and crowded mixers. We take that step out of our comfort zone and MEET the people who can help us get to our destination. (Don’t tailgate. That’s just rude.) Chat in the hotel bar, pass out cards, get introductions. We think of it as speed dating until we find the perfect match of editor/agent/author. And remember, no contact is a wasted contact. You never know when that assistant you tossed around titles with at one house will be the senior editor buying your book at another. Believe me, that was a worthwhile lesson learned (to the tune of six books!)

Watch out for detours. Don’t get distracted by all the things that keep us from doing the one thing we need to do, which is write the book. “Yes, I should. Yes, I can. Yes, I will.” We join twenty loops, speak at every venue we can find from the Cub Scouts to Senior Centers, volunteer to judge contests, alphabetize our reference books, critique for anyone who asks, bake cookies for home room, take junior to judo, offer to mentor, post on blogs because we need to give back. Whoa. Pull over. We’re going nowhere fast except in circles. Paying dues does not mean owing everyone every minute of our time. Learn to dole out time and money carefully lest it be all gone before we reach our goal.

Chose a lane and stick with it. “Why does the other lane seem to move faster? Why does that author get comped advertising, a best seller, a movie deal when I’ve worked so much harder? How come Ms. First Book Wonder neatly passes my semi-full of mid-list books on her way to a six-figure contract? Why wasn’t I nominated? I write so much better than…“ Deposit pride and ego and move on. On the weigh station of life, nothing’s fair. Suck it up or take the bus. We’re only responsible for our own path. We can’t hitch a ride on someone else’s. Don’t jump from your lane to the next unless you’re sure it will get you there faster. Sometimes it’s more expedient to stick with what you know than to hop onto every passing trend. But then again, sometime riding with the top down is its own reward.

Whatever you do, go boldly. If you want to rock ‘n roll, drive with the windows down and the music blasting on that less traveled road, enjoy every mile of the trip.

Currently, I’m rock ‘n rolling at Pocket Books with a new dark paranormal shape shifter series. I’m hugely excited about this exciting road I’ve chosen. The series is unique in that it follows the same hero and heroine through the first four books. He’s a shape-shifter searching for his past and she’s a dedicated cop hiding from demons of her own in a steamy New Orleans backdrop where a criminal empire filled with treacherous alliances, a clan of ferocious shape-shifters looking for their prophesied leader, and an inescapable fate conspire to pull them apart. I call it Romeo & Juliet meets Beauty and the Beast in the Big Easy. (See how much I learned at your workshop, Deb!) Hang on tight. It’s a road trip that will blow your hair back.

The first book, MASKED BY MOONLIGHT is on the shelves now. “Intriguing characters and zippy action,” says Publishers Weekly in a starred review. “Gideon masters the tension required to keep her complex and engaging story moving.” CHASED BY MOONLIGHT and CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT follow in June and July.

Nancy Gideon is the author of over 50 romances ranging from historicals to paranormals and contemporary suspense. She works full time as a legal assistant and never leaves her car port without Map Quest.

To learn more about Nancy’s career road trip and her series, visit: http://www.nancygideon.com/.

For a taste of MASKED BY MOONLIGHT, check out her book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyawnTxvAuo&feature=player_embedded

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

And don’t forget to bring the exact change!

What dues have you paid to get where you wanted to go? Was it worth it? Comments don’t have to relate to writing. A winner for an autographed copy of MASKED BY MOONLIGHT will be drawn at random.

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!

Ok, so I'm not going to cook for the winner, just send them a copy of ANGEL SLAYER.  The winners are:

Lady_Graeye

MsHellion

mariska

Please email me your address!

Thanks,
Michele

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Of Angels and Demons

Right now you can find my latest in stores, ANGEL SLAYER.  It's the beginning of a trilogy featuring angels, demons, and vampires...oh my!  

When I started doing research for this series I tracked down a copy of the Book of Enoch (written by Enoch, Noah's great grandfather, which is not recognized by Christians and Jews as scripture and ruled apocrypha).  It is the story of Enoch's visit to heaven, guided by an angel, and he was shown around, introduced to the various tiers of angels, and generally, earned a darn good tale to tell.  I've used a lot of that mythology as a basis for this series.

I love that my Fallen ones are not necessarily the good guys.  They, the angels, looked upon mortal women and wanted to Fall so they could basically sex them up and party all night with them.  Of course, when a Fallen gets together with a mortal woman (I call the chosen mortal woman a Muse in my stories) she gets pregnant, and the resulting baby is a Nephilim.  And let me tell you, you don't want to mess with a Nephilim.  They are actually mentioned in the Bible, and nothing good is said about them.  They are giants with carnivorous appetites.  So you can see why it would be a good thing for me to keep the Fallen away from the Muses.

Enter the Sinistari demons, who were forged specifically to slay the nasty Fallen (yep, the demons are, mostly, good guys in this series).  And what about the vampires?  Well, they are without doubt, the real bad guys of the series.  If you've read my stuff, you know my vampires run in tribes, and the Anakim tribe of vampires in this story descended from the Nephilim, and at this point in time, are incredibly weak and can't even walk in sunlight.  They need a Nephilim to strengthen their bloodline.

Do you see where all this is headed?  Rumors of an apocalypse are mentioned.  Yep, it's going to be a lot of fun, filled with action and adventure, a touch of horror, and even some divine revelations.

The next books in the series are FALLEN (Feb '11) and ASHES OF ANGELS (tba).  To read the prologue and first chapter of ANGEL SLAYER stop by my website!  And if we haven't already given away a ton of books this week here at Riding, I'm going to toss in 3 more copies of ANGEL SLAYER to send to 3 lucky winners.

So, it's all about angels, demons, and vampires in the paranormal genre right now.  Do you think vampires have had their heyday?  Think it's time for the angels to rise as the new stars?  Or are you just glad for the awesome variety the genre offers?  Or maybe you're sick of it all and want to see more 'normal' books on the romance shelves?

Michele

Sunday, May 23, 2010

WINNERS!!!!!!!

We're celebrating our 4th anniversary of cruising around the web in the convertible, and today we've picked winners using Random.org.

And the winners of the We Just Want To Give Stuff Away Because—I forgot the rest of the contest name, but do you really care?—Contest are listed alongside the book(s) they won:

Your choice of any book from Belle Books: Rbooth43, Sherrie Hansen, runner10, Sonya, catslady

SHOW NO MERCY/TAKE NO PRISONERS: Pamela Keener, Michele Benard

ONE COWBOY, ONE CHRISTMAS/COOL HAND HANK: georganna, krisgils33

HOW TO KNIT A WILD BIKINI/UNRAVEL ME: charity2174

I STILL DO/RUNAWAY BRIDE: Anna Dougherty

KISS ME DEADLY/FAMILIAR STRANGER: mbreakfield

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS/ANGEL SLAYER: LSUReader, s7anna, katsrus

FROM PLAYBOY TO PAPA!: Jeanette8042

PLAYBOY'S PROPOSITION: goalmom

SECRETS OF THE PLAYBOY'S BRIDE: kirsten

WAKING NIGHTMARES: RachaelfromNJ

WAKING EVIL: Artemis

1st three MIRABELLE books: KarenK, Traveler

Congrats to everyone!  And even if you didn't win, we appreciate you stopping by to share what we have on our minds, and what you have on yours.  Will the winners please email Michele with your snailmail address.  And the Belle Books winners stop by the website and include the title of the book you'd like to receive.  Thanks!
[I'm crossing winners off as I hear from them.]

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Wow! Look at all these prizes!

So what are we giving away tomorrow?  Here's some of the titles:

Deb is giving away 5 Belle Books, and you can pick ANY of their titles.

Cindy has a special one volume set that combines SHOW NO MERCY and TAKE NO PRISONERS for two people.

Kathleen is giving away ONE COWBOY, ONE CHRISTMAS and COOL HAND HANK  to two different people

Christie has a copy of HOW TO KNIT A WILD BIKINI and UNRAVEL ME for one winner, and I STILL DO and RUNAWAY BRIDE for another winner.

Michele has a set of KISS ME DEADLY and FAMILIAR STRANGER for one winner, and then three sets of MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS and ANGEL SLAYER for three more winners.

Leanne has these books, FROM PLAYBOY TO PAPA!, PLAYBOY'S PROPOSITION, and SECRETS OF THE PLAYBOY'S BRIDE.

Kylie will send out WAKING NIGHTMARES to one winner, and WAKING EVIL to another.

And Helen has 2 sets of her 1st three Mirabelle books!

So let's see..that's about 22 chances to win!  You can still enter today by leaving us a comment below, or by going back through the posts to Sunday 16th and commenting.  If you comment today, tell us your weekend plans.  Is it sunny or rainy?  Have a good book to read?  Maybe you're catching a movie or doing some thing outdoors?

All winners will be announced tomorrow afternoon.

Friday, May 21, 2010

I’m currently out of town for a funeral, but it’s my day to blog, so I dutifully dragged along my laptop. But last night, sitting hunched up on a mattress that would challenge a quarry in the comfort category, I realized the hotel’s connection was not the stellar sort that would allow me to post pictures. Now I’m not one who is unused to internet problems, so I thought I’d wait a couple hours and try again. (See where this is going?) A couple hours turned into most of the night and voila, it’s five in the morning and I don’t have a blog.

Blurry eyed and a little sweary (sweary is actually a bonafied word in my family--sometimes we have entire days devoted to swearing--this is likely to be one of those) I try again. The connection’s even worse. So I stumble out to the front desk carrying my laptop like a croupy infant only to find there’s NO connection out here. However, there are options available; I just need a password. Not to be stymied, I hobble to the desk for said password but… there’s a sign that states the night attendant has hustled off to another hotel to set up for breakfast. That’s right. Apparently the state of North Dakota only has one person qualified to be considered a night attendant. Thus I sit here alone, watching the dawn arrive (North Dakota’s dawn, by the by, is much more impressive than its selection of night attendants) and feeling terrible that I’ve neglected my duties. So I’m curled up on the couch in my pajamas waiting for someone to show up and save me from my transgressions.

Hence, my question to you is this: Are you one of those people who believes that sometimes the universe is trying to tell you something (such as, this is one of those days when blogs should not be written) or are you someone who bulls her way through and makes things happen no matter the circumstances?

Ahh look, the lauded night attendant. Happy Friday everyone.

www.loisgreiman.com

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Winner of Leanne Banks' blog!


CONGRATULATIONS CRYSTAL GB! Please contact Leanne at leannebbb @ aol.com! (no spaces)


A Reconnaisance Mission!

It's about that time of year again when women around the country are starting to obsess over what they're going to wear to the Romance Writer's of America's Golden Heart and RITA award ceremony at the national conference in Orlando. After all, it is only two months away!

If you're a GH or RITA finalist or you're presenting, chances are you'll be a bit more formal than the rest. When I tell people I've been nominated for another RITA this year, the first question is, "What are you going to wear?"

Two years ago, I was a RITA finalist and wore a long black, mermaidy thing. Loved it. Since I never went to prom, I got my fix that night! This year, I'm looking at long dresses again, but thinking I might go short.

As I glanced through a few pictures online, I realized I tend to immediately dismiss 90% of the styles. Apparently, I have a few rules. No strapless, spaghetti straps or one shoulder styles. Looking like a goddess is good. Looking like an ancient Greek goddess is not. It has to be long enough so that no one starts wondering what happens when I sit and don't cross my legs. It can't be something my mother would wear, but it can't be something my daughter would wear, either. And it can't looked like lingerie. You know, those simple silk things that look more like slips.

Here are a few that tripped my trigger.

Some short:


#1

#2

#3
#4
#5
Some long:


#6#7#8#9#10

In my dreams:


#11#12

So what's the first thing you look for in a dress for a special occasion? What will immediately nix a dress for you? And which of the above dresses is your favorite(s)?

And we're keeping track of comments all week long. Every Rider is giving something away to celebrate our anniversary and Michele's going to post a list this weekend!

Helen

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

His Border Bride winner

Winner of Bythe Gifford's HIS BORDER BRIDE is...

Linda Henderson!

Linda, send your address to toastfaery@gmail.com


Congrats!

Guest: Blythe Gifford


Welcome Blythe Gifford to the convertible today!  Blythe will give away a copy of HIS BORDER BRIDE to one lucky commenter.  And don't forget, all week your comments count toward the big anniversary prize giveaway!

Face-to-beak with the past
First of all, I want to thank you for picking up a hitchhiker.  It’s a treat to share the journey with a few of my favorite writers.
When I tell people I write medieval romance, the first comment is usually “oh, you have to do so much research.”  True, but most of it can be done from the comfort of my computer.
However, for HIS BORDER BRIDE, I stepped outside my comfort zone and come face-to-face, or face-to-beak, with the real thing.
Let me explain. 
My heroine practices falconry.  Her relationship with the birds is integral to her character and carries the theme of the book.  I read books, of course, but I’d never even owned a parakeet.  I needed to do more than read.  I needed to see what my heroine saw. 
Still, I could do a lot sitting at my computer:  even watch baby chicks being born.
Peregrine falcons, like those in my story, are enjoying a resurgence.  They nest on high cliffs, so city skyscrapers offer a perfect perch and several cities now offer “falcon cams.”
In the spring, (like now) you may be able to watch the eggs hatch and see the chicks get their first exposure to the world.  (Check out the San Jose nest cam, for example, at http://bit.ly/bDaTR6)  If you miss the event live, YouTube offers reruns.
But wonderful as it was to watch virtual birds, I needed to get a little closer, so when I visited Charleston I toured the South Carolina Center for Birds of Prey. 
The photo is of the hooded falcon at the Center’s demonstration.  (No, that’s not me holding her.)  The hood, a design in use since the middle ages, keeps the bird from being frightened while going to and from the hunt.
Stephen Schabel, education director at the Center, took time to answer dozens of questions from a writer who had virtually no knowledge of the birds or the sport.  I hope I did justice to the time he spent with me.
The team at the Center is now on standby, expecting to be called in to help treat birds affecting by the Gulf Coast oil spill, a problem my 14th century heroine could never have envisioned.  For more on their work, visit facebook.com/BlytheGifford, where I have them in my “favorite pages.” 
Now, your turn:  Do you have a favorite bird or animal that’s been part of your life?  I’ll give a signed copy of HIS BORDER BRIDE to a random commenter.
And thanks again for having me.
BLYTHE GIFFORD is the author of five medieval romances from Harlequin Historical. She specializes in characters born on the wrong side of the royal blanket.  With HIS BORDER BRIDE, she crosses the border and sets a story in Scotland for the first time, where the rules of chivalry don’t always apply.  Her 2009 release, IN THE MASTER’S BED, has just finaled in the Readers Crown contest.  Blythe loves to have visitors at www.blythegifford.com or www.facebook.com/BlytheGifford.
Cover Art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited.  All rights reserved. ®and ™ are trademarks of Harlequin Enterprises Limited and/or its affiliated companies, used under license. Copyright 2010 Author photo by Jennifer Girard

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

ADVENTURES IN HAIR

We've been promising you a surprise and today's the day for the big reveal. First hint: You may have noticed a few changes on our Header. For one thing, we've gone from 'chicks who rock and write' to 'Fiction in the Fast Lane'!! Woo Woo. We've also moved our names to the side of the header instead of beneath it. Looks classy, huh? BUT, the biggest change on the header is: TA DA - we have a new rider!!! The fabulous, fun and fantastic Leanne Banks has officially hopped in the 'vert and will be riding along with us from now on. Yay!!!!!
So, please give Leanne a big warm Rider welcome, will you? We just know you're going to love having her along for the ride as much as we are!

Without further ado ... heeeeeerrrrrreeeee'sssssss Leannnneeeee.....

I’m so excited about joining the Top Down Writers that I can hardly stand it. I’m grinning like a loon. Thank you so much for letting me be a part of your fab group!:)

I suppose I could have chosen something profound for my first as an “official rider”, but my brain kept returning to the subject of ... hair.

I was born bald. My mom told me the advantage of bald babies is that they look cleaner longer.

Since I was the third daughter, I’m thinking that may have been a good thing. When my hair finally came in, it was blonde with the consistency of cotton candy. I always got bad bedhead after a nap. As a result, my mother kept my hair short for the first ten years of my life while I dreamed of long locks that reached all the way down my back. With my fine hair? Never. Gonna. Happen.

Teenage years hit along with hormones and my hair turned the color of dirt. So highlighting began. First with a paint-brush. I ended up with leopard spots. Then came the cap.

Have you noticed that we sometimes change our hair when we go through big life changes? In my case, I chopped mine off in a pixie cut six months after I got married. Surprised the heck out of my husband. After my first child was born, I briefly went red. After my second child was born, I dyed my hair dark brown.

With varying success, I’ve had foils for highlights and lowlights for the last – (sheesh!) ten years... or longer. Lately, however, I’ve begun to resent the moolah and perhaps even more so, the time spent rotting in the hairdresser’s chair. Every six to eight weeks, shell out the money and spend two to three hours in “the chair”. So I’ve decided to rebel and attempt to handle most of my hair color on my own. It’s not as if the hairdressers do a perfect job. (woman in foils Photo credit: Alan Berner, The Seattle Time)

Surely I should be able to mess up my own hair for a lot less money. Yes?

What about you? Have you ever made a dramatic change to your hair? Do you master your hair color? Or does it master you? How often do you go to “the chair”?

I’m giving away all three books from my Silhouette Desire series: Medici Men.

Winners of Cindy's Gerard 5-17-10 book giveaway


Congratulations - Runner10 and Donnas - you have each won an autographed copy of RISK NO SECRETS (or the book of your choice) from Cindy's May 17th give away!
Please contact cindy @ cindyg@cindygerard.com to claim your books!

Monday, May 17, 2010

I'm so excited!!!

As you've already heard we have a lot to celebrate here at the Top Down. Four years! Quite a milestone. And even though I didn't sign on for the maiden voyage, I hitched a ride shortly after they got started and have loved every mile I've spent in the convertible with these amazing women. So yea, us!! Here's to four more years ... and who knows what after that.

I have something personal to celebrate this week, too. RISK NO SECRETS, Book 5, in my Black Ops., Inc. series, officially hits the bookshelves tomorrow, May 18th, and that makes me officially excited!

I started out on this journey quite some time ago with the intention of writing a 3 book series about a group of elite shadow warriors who fought for freedom and justice even after they parted ways with Uncle Sam. It all began in a back alley behind a seedy cantina in Buenos Aires where the hero and heroine of my last Bodyguard book, Into The Dark, had found themselves boxed into a corner with the baddest of the bad guys closing in. I had no idea how they were going to get themselves out of their fix when ... drum roll please ... along came Gabriel - the Archangel - Jones.

Gabe was larger than life, totally unexpected and on the dark side of shady. Be still my heart. I didn't know who this guy was or where he'd come from but one thing I did know: THIS man was amazing. THIS man was going to have his own book!!

So when Gabe, in turn, introduced me to his buddies, the stoic Sam Lang and the outrageous flirt, Johnny Duane Reed, I had my 3 heroes and Black Ops., Inc. was born. But, guys like these, capable, courageous, loyal and well, hot, they had to have some buddies, right? Right. So I tossed in their boss at BOI, Nate Black, the cute Latino, Rafael Mendoza, and then stirred two former CIA agents, 'Mean' Joe Green, and Wyatt - Papa Bear - Savage into the mix.

Little did I know that these secondary characters were going to demand stories of their own. That worked out pretty well because as it turned out, I heard from a LOT of readers who also wanted to hear their stories which meant my publisher wanted more, too. It was a win win all the way around. (Thank you all by the way, for putting the first 4 BOI books on the New York Times! I'm still stunned over that turn of events and I owe it all to you!)

Anyway, RISK NO SECRETS is Wyatt Savage's story. (Can we say hubba hubba??) This slow talkin' Georgia boy was content playing wing man until someone very special to him ended up in trouble and needed his help. And that's when Wyatt willingly stepped up to the plate and into a true hero's role. I love this story about Wyatt and Sophie. I love the action, the surprises I discovered about Wyatt, and the love story that survived in spite of all odds against it.

I hope you rush right out and buy RISK NO SECRETS but most of all, I hope you love the story as much as I do. Just to whet your appetite, here's a link to an excerpt http://www.cindygerard.com/excerpt_may2010.html AND here's a link to the book video. http://www.cindygerard.com/
AND, a little something extra if you click this link http://www.simonandschuster.com/search?term=cindy+gerard it will take you to the Simon and Schuster website and you can check out several short videos of me talking about the books. How's that for a test drive or two to help you decide to buy the product?

Seriously, check it out and then come back and make a comment about either the excerpt, the book trailer or the videos featuring moi :o) OR about your favorite BOI character and I'll send an autographed copy of RISK NO SECRETS to not 1 but 2 randomly selected 2 winners.

One final note. Michele hinted that we have a surprise in store this week. Anyone care to guess what it might be?? Tune in tomorrow for a really big announcement! You're gonna love it.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Giddy with Sunshine


That's how I feel today.  After a month and a half of teasing, failed promises, and downright lies, the sun (fingers crossed!) has finally decided to make itself at home in good ole MN.  I sat on the deck this morning and closed my eyes and the inside of my eyelids went bright red and warm and it was amazing.

Answer this simple question today: What makes you giddy?


Remember, all week, if you leave a comment on any post, you're entered to win in our WJWTGSABWAYA contest!

Michele, with a few more images of what makes me giddy.














Saturday, May 15, 2010

The WJWTGSABWAYA contest!


That's the We Just Want To Give Stuff Away Because We Appreciate You All contest.  (And it's to celebrate out 4th anniversary!)  And we're going to make this real easy, and a little vague.  (Hmm, no comments from the crowd; we easy ladies pride ourselves on our vagueness.)  :-)

Here's how you're entered:  All next week, Sunday through Saturday, simply comment on our daily posts.  That's it!  Winners will be drawn each day and announced Sunday 23rd.

What do you win?  Well, books!  Books from the Riders.  We'll send you one of our latest, or maybe our greatest, or maybe even our latest greatest.  It'll be a surprise!

Note: There may be other prizes offered this week during our regularly scheduled posts.  An entry to win on one of those specific days will also be included as an entry for the WJWTGSABWAYA contest.  So everyone come back next week and have some fun with us!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Which Decade Defines You?



We all have a decade that defines us. Usually it's the one in which we 'came to age' whether that be in high school or college or later. But it can just be our favorite decade. Maybe we'd like to return to that time in our life when we were happiest, or when the future still lie ahead, shiny and bright. I often think my the eighties were my favorite decade, simply because I was in my thirties. Still young...not forty yet, with all the kids still home. (Distance provides a rosier glow over the chaos that reigned juggling five young kids, teaching, and a husband!)

Of course, the eighties didn't have a lot to offer in fashion. Remember the long shirts with the colored leggings to be worn beneath? Some fashionistas have decreed that the style should make a comeback, but that wasn't a good look the first time around! It was the decade of big bangs, perms, The Police, Ronald Reagan, The Brat Pack, The Culture Club, The Chill, Hill Street Blues, The Wonder Years, Chernobyl, the explosion of the Challenger, U2, Lethal Weapon, and Die Hard.

What do you think, were things better in the sixties? Rock n' roll was changing the music scene. Mini-skirts, go-go boots, bell bottoms and tie-dye were the fashion tragedies of the day. Beehive hairstyles or long straight ironed hair presented a wide choice. Big bright flowers dominated the prints on fabrics. Doo-wap music, Brenda Lee, Bobby Vee, Del Shannon Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young and the Beatles formed a wide range of musical talent. The decade also brought us the bikini, muscle cars, peace and love, hippies, flower power, Woodstock, Nehru jackets, long sideburns, the Civil Rights movement and the Vietnam War.

The 70s were my high school days and I gotta say, I thought the styles were a bust. So when they started bringing them back when my daughter was in high school, I winced. I did rise in her estimation, however, when she learned that I had once been the proud owner of a suede jacket with fringe hanging from it. She was crushed to learn that it wasn't still in my attic. We had Simon and Garfunkle, Bread, Chicago (still one of my favorites), Phil Collins, Jim Croce, Elton John, Gordon Lightfoot, Don McLean and Olivia Newton John. We watched My Three Sons, Happy Days, The Mod Squad, Mannix, Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In, Mary Tyler Moore, All in the Family, Mash and Charlie's Angels. Bell bottoms were still in, as were plaid pants for men (snort) with heeled shoes. The pant legs were still wide and hip huggers with wide belts were standard wear. It was the decade of the platform shoes for women, and I'm surprised I didn't sprain an ankle, because I've never been known for my grace and agility :) In the 70s Nixon was done in by Watergate, the Vietnam War ended, the man from Georgia became our president, there was a meltdown at Three Mile Island and sadly, the Kent State Massacre.

As for the nineties...geez, weren't they just last week? I think I'll stop there. If the 90s were your defining decade, all I can say is you are still a fetus :) But know that you'll look back in twenty years and wonder, "what was I thinking???" when you see pictures of yourself!

What's your defining decade? Do you have a decade that is your favorite, one that you'd like to go back to?

Thursday, May 13, 2010

It's been 4 Years!

Yep, in May 2006, the Riders all met in the parking lot and hopped in the convertible (or something like that; probably it was a cyber meeting).  I thought we'd reminisce today with a look back at some of those very first posts.  [I've edited some for length; just trying to hit the highlights.]  Kathleen kicked us into gear with this first post...


This is only the beginning...



Welcome to RIDING WITH THE TOP DOWN! This is a brand new group effort. We are seven published writers, friends from a wonderful writers' group--Midwest Fiction Writers, Minneapolis--who write in a variety of Pop Fiction subgenres. We're here to blog, blog, blog about anything and everything, from the writer's life to family life, from getting published to getting the garden in, from crowded to empty nests and crowded to empty heads. Not that we're ever really empty-headed, but there comes a time in the writing day when there are no more words, and you start looking for distractions. You want to jump in the car, boat, ferris wheel, or on the back of a horse and take a ride. If you can get a friend or two to go along, so much the better. When writers get together--especially after they've been locked in the garret trying to make a deadline--man, do they talk.

First of all, I've only ever posted to one Blog, ever, so I'll have to get "broken in." I'll confess to not being a fan of chat rooms. I've been a "guest speaker" a few times, and I feel like I'm sitting in a room with a bunch of people I can't see. Terrified. My dear friend Jane--who is blind--would high-five me about now. And I'm a slow reader and slower typist. But maybe I can handle this blogging thing.

We have some ideas that should make this journey interesting. Yes, we'll talk about our books and how we wrote them. When you're in "deep write," you're practically living and breathing the book. It's almost all you can think or talk about. But we do have real lives, too. We're going to invite bloggers to pose questions for us. We'll choose a question each week, and each of us will give her thoughts. And, of course, we'll look forward to getting other bloggers' thoughts. In addition we hope to highlight each contributor's special interests and experiences. And, trust me, we run the gamut. You can tell that just from our book covers. We're all kids at heart, but some of us are also grandmas. So yes, Jimi, we are experienced.

We're still getting set up--three of our contributors are up against deadlines as we speak--but I thought I'd post a welcome and see how it looks on the page.

Oh! I just figured out how to make italics! It's old dog, new tricks time.

You've come a long way, Kathleen, since that first post!  Yay!  I jumped in next with anticipation for the upcoming Romantic Times convention.  Here's a bit from that...

Does this mean I get to go shopping?

I've just emerged from a wicked deadline, and with my flight taking off for Daytona in two days, I suppose I should start packing, eh?

And, yes, I did go shopping. A lot. And I still feel the urge to go once again. Because you just never know what you'll need, right? I feel an intense need for a Meeting The Editor For The First Time outfit. That is just cause for shopping, yes? I'm sure I can convince The Hubby that it is. Oh heck, who needs to tell?

My list of clothing is growing, and it's taking a weird turn. I've got the Meet the Fans in Club RT outfit. It's comfy, yet sassy. I'll be doing a stint as one of the members of the Vampire Vixens on Wednesday afteroon in Club RT at 3:00, so stop by. Then, there's the Sexy Fantasy outfit that I need for the Ellora's Cave party that night. Yikes! I'm not sure about that one. I think it'll be pretty difficult to get Johnny to show up on such short notice. The costume just wouldn't be right without him!

I love this post from Helen, who was waiting to here if her second book would sell...
 Waiting ... and waiting ...

I’ll say it right up front. I’m not a patient person. I put covers on my pans of water to get them boiling quicker, and, yes, I watch the pot! Driving in my car, I sweat and swear behind someone on the freeway going the speed limit in the left lane. It is considered a passing lane afterall! In a store, I always count the number of people ahead of me before choosing a checkout line. I’ll even hover sometimes if I know they’ll be opening a new lane.

How in the world I continued writing four plus books, suffering rejection after rejection, before finally selling is beyond me. I think maybe I had hope there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Now I’m wondering.

I’ve been waiting for a decision from my editor on a second book for five weeks. The book is finished, just needs some revisions. (Not the least of which is cutting 100 pps from a 425 pps manuscript, but hey, who’s counting?) I also sent in a proposal for a NASCAR trilogy about three weeks ago.

My editor said they’d have a decision after Memorial Day. I don’t know about you, but to me, that meant within the week after Memorial Day. Well, it’s Friday, and I still haven’t heard anything. I even emailed my editor the other day to tell her about this new blog in the hopes of triggering something. Surprise, nothing!

I scheduled lunch with a friend today to keep myself occupied, but it won’t be enough. This waiting is killing me!

What do you hate waiting for and how do you combat the pins and needles?

[Just so you know, Helen posted a few weeks later that the book had sold.  Lois knew exactly what we chicks wanted to read about with her first post...]

Men and Modesty


Okay, here’s a little something that recently came to my attention--men have no modesty. Now I happen to be one of those people who really bought the line about gender differences being caused by nature and not nature. As in…give your sons dolls and they’ll grow up to be just as sensitive and gentle as girls. I have sons. I gave them dolls. They used them as guns, hid behind the furniture, and shot each other over the arm rests. And modesty? What modesty? I once found my teenager trying on pants in the middle of a department store…took too long to find a changing room, he said.

For a while I thought I must have done something terribly wrong. That somehow I had damaged them beyond compare, but I recently returned from the Romantic Times convention. RT is a magazine for romance readers. Once a year they host an event to introduce readers to writers. More to the point, they introduce everyone to romance novel cover models and cover model hopefuls. They host a contest for these models. Somehow I was convinced to help out with costumes behind stage.

And this is where the full weight of the truth came crashing down on my naïve little head. Not only do men have no modesty, they don’t care that they have no modesty, and they don’t care if everyone knows they have no modesty.

Now I’m a mature woman (kind of) but sometime during the evening I found myself hiding behind the curtains. Maybe it was when one of the models had to relieve himself in a bottle. I’m not sure. But the fact remains…regardless how they are nurtured, men and women are terribly different, and I don’t just mean anatomically, although I recently learned…well…never mind. Anyway, yeah, granted, these guys are models and confident of their ummm attributes, but still, this immodesty thing seems to have very little to do with physical attributes and so much more to do with simple gender. I mean it doesn’t seem to matter if a guy is as pale as belly button lint or as hairy as an ogre, he’s still willing to strut his proverbial stuff.

So why is that? Why are they so different than women? Am I totally off the mark here? Or am I just jealous that I’ve never perfected the art of peeing in a bottle?


We've shared fun personal stuff with you all, and who could forget Betina's gorgeous toes!

More Improvements...


What does it take to change yourself? really change yourself?

I've come to a time and a place in my life that requires something new, something fresh, something different. My writing voice, my outlook, my routines, my location. . . everything is up for grabs. (Relationships, not so much. They're my anchor.) I'm hip-deep in the process of reinventing myself.

So where do I start? I'm on a quest to find out.

Clearly, some things are in my control and some aren't. One thing I CAN do something about is my health, which isn't bad but could definitely use some improvement. Get thee behind me, Cholesterol! Need to drop some weight and get into better shape. There are times I feel I'm melting and merging into the keyboard. I need better posture, better work habits, and regular EXERCISE.

In that vein. . . my nearest and dearest strong-armed me into buying the latest fitness thing for the ambulatory: MBT walking shoes. These things look like the foam from an old car seat tied on with piles of white ace bandages. I opted for the sandals, since I live in Florida and wear open toes year around. Not that you can see much of my exquisite polish job through this spandex-gone-wild stuff.



These shoes are designed with "Masai Barefoot Technology" which gives rise to the name "MBT." It's like walking in loose sand. . . heel sinks and you have use major muscle to walk up and over the rest of the shoe. Supposed to strengthen the legs and align the spine. . . improve posture and double the workout from walking. I'll let you know if it helps. Or stops hurting. They ought to sell the damned things with accessorized Advil. But I'm determined. Fitness, here I come! I'm going to be a new woman by this time next year.

Ohhh, ohhh! I almost forgot! Following the current Hollywood trend of combining names to create a new gossip-and-promo-worthy entity. . . I have decided henceforth to be known as one half of the blended-moniker: "T-Rex." ("T" being the appelation of affection my family and intimates use; "Rex" being the name of my dear fiancee.) So T-Rex it is. At least where people refer to the two of us.

Note to the daughters-in-law: Feel free to continue with Mom or Betina. . . no need to refer to me as "Mother T-Rex."

What about you? If you decided to change something about yourself, what would it be? And where would you start? And if you're hooked-up or married, what Brangelina-Vaugniston-Bennifer-style moniker would you choose to go by in the tabs? (Better to be prepared, eh?)

Susan Kay Law let us in on her favorite romances...

Susie talks about her first time



Do you remember your first time? I do.

I was in junior high. I’d always been ahead of the curve, reading books that were supposed to be too old for me. (What did you think I was talking about? First romance novel, people.) But I’d never read a true romance. At the risk of dating myself, they hadn’t been around all that long. Those were the glory days of Kathleen Woodiwiss and all who came after her.

I was in math class, and I was bored. Gee, what a shock. My very dear, and clearly more sophisticated friend, Merrill, tossed me a copy of THE FLAME AND THE FLOWER. I had no idea what I was getting in for, but I was hooked from the first line. From then on every time I went to replenish my book supply, the first things in the pile were big, fat (and in those days they were FAT) books with PASSION and WIND and SAVAGE in the title.

To their credit, my parents didn’t try to censor what I read. Yes, those books had SEX in them, but in truth they probably had the opposite of the effect that Mrs. Koslowski warned my mother about. After a steady diet of Damiens and Lucases, the dorky 14-year-old who sat next to me in choir and thought a fart was a mating call really didn’t have a whole lot of appeal.

I got away from my true love in college. For one thing, I was too busy reading things I was supposed to. Also, despite all things I loved about those first historical romances – notably the grand scale, and the fact that those characters got to trot all over the world to really exotic places – a steady diet of older, dominant heroes started to wear on me. Oh, I get that those really alpha men and the rape fantasies that went along with them were many women’s fantasies. But they weren’t really mine. Ands much variety as there was in plot and setting in those days, there wasn’t much in characters.

Then I started writing and it messed up my reading. But that’s another blog.

So . . . tell me about your first time.

Anne Frasier used to ride in the convertible with us as well...

but it's a dry heat

we're still trying to figure out the beat of this group blog.
what do people want to read?
what will they respond to?
let's just consider this a test post.
if any riders think it's tasteless and want to delete it, i won't be offended.

naked bookseller

writer Lee Goldberg ran into the naked bookseller on his way to ThrillerFest last week in Arizona. This has become one of my all-time favorite photos. Lee has a new Monk book out that's getting great reviews. And yes, naked bookseller is holding one of lee's books.

lee goldberg







another not-so-naked man:


Heh.  Apparently, none took offense at the above post.  Where did Anne go?  We need her to come back (and to bring some more pictures with her).  :-)

Since those innocent first days (well, ok, not so innocent, Anne!) we've said 'so long, and good travels!' to a few great friends as they've detoured onto their own paths, and have joined up with a handful of new friends.  We consider you, the readers, our friends, and love to share with you all our ups, downs, and in-betweens.  So what do you think the next four years will bring?
Michele