Thank you so much, SexyBooksBlog, for your recent review of THUNDER STORM. I thought Jeni was delightfully aggressive, and I appreciate that you enjoyed her character too.
We recently made the sad, final trip home to Florida to bury my mother in the family plot in St. Petersburg. It was a time of closure, of seeing long-lost relatives, and a time of relaxation.
We were blessed with a wonderful place that had a balcony overlooking the water. At odd hours during the day, the dolphins would play and entertain for long periods of time. One would blow a perfect surface bubble and another would jump through it. I imagine they were feeding on the thousands of small fish that congregated against the retaining wall, but it was a joy to watch nonetheless.
My daily life is blessed with wondrous views of mountains, especially Pikes Peak. But no matter how long I’ve been gone, the water and its inhabitants are still a siren’s song for me.
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If you haven’t had a chance to get your copy of THUNDER STORM, book 3 in the Thunder on the Mountain series, it is on sale until September 18 for only 99c. This is the story of Jeni Jenkins, a New York advertising executive who suddenly finds herself the sole caregiver for her elderly grandmother. Leaving Nana with excellent nursing care in a cottage behind her best friend’s Bed and Breakfast in Nederland, Colorado, Jeni believes she will be able to keep her thriving business running and visit Nana often. Miles Jeffries, a local contractor, stays in touch with her to share the sometimes funny, sometimes poignant stories about Nana’s escapades. Jeni and Miles share an electric chemistry and delightful banter. Get your copy today.
If you are a fan of the Thunder on the Mountain series, there was a back story in books 2 and 3 (THUNDER STRUCK and THUNDER STORM) that, I felt, needed to be told. Willow was such an interesting character and I thought about her long after journals had been closed and current stories had ended. Who built the secret room? Who took the time to build a secret passageway? So the next book will be Willow’s story, a historical romance set in the early 1900s.
I thought about doing a novella in between about the original Jordan because Willow’s life is obviously influenced greatly by that of her mother. But there could be no ‘happily ever after’ for Jordan, so I’m trying to think of a clever way to weave her story into Willow’s that will make it flow. Anyway, I’m having a lot of fun with it.
Romance Writers of America Convention 2014 in San Antonio is now over, and I’m excited to get back to this book and have it done by the end of September. Stay in touch! I love to hear your ideas!
Are any of you going to San Antonio for the Romance Writers of America 2014 Annual Conference at the end of this month? If you plan on attending, be sure to let me know beforehand (email or private message me on Facebook) and I will have special goodie bags (aka SWAG) for you from the Madeline Manor, setting for THUNDER STRUCK and THUNDER STORM. This will be my first conference, and I’m excited to be involved with so esteemed a crowd. Hope to see you there!
New York Times Bestselling Author Jennifer Crusie has a HILARIOUS list on her website called “If I am ever a romance heroine, I will not . . .” Here is the list for your reading enjoyment. I think Number 19 is my favorite. Have you got some you’d like to add?
“If I am ever a romance heroine, I will not…”
- Go up in my nightie to see what all that screaming in the attic is about. (Jenny)
- Have a baby and not tell the father to protect him and his future. (Jenny)
- Decide to barge into a dangerous situation just to show him! (Corrina)
- Tell the hero I’m a virgin as I’m about to have some really incredible sex. (Corrina)
- Let my breasts taunt and/or tease the hero. (Jenny)
- See him talking to another woman and turn it into a Flaming Affair without asking him about it. (Jen)
- Go into the basement to see what that strange noise was. (Beth)
- Permit my bosom to heave, especially while wearing a bodice. (Beth)
- Ever permit my bodice to be ripped, though I may rip it myself. (Beth)
- Wear a bodice. (Beth)
- Be more beautiful, thin, and/or rich than anyone else on the planet. (Cindy)
- Conceal my identity, or if I already have, put off telling him who I really am. (Darla)
- Have the longest legs the hero’s ever seen, especially if I’m only five foot tall. (Darla)
- Borrow clothes that are too snug in the bosom. (Darla)
- Be at the absolute pinnacle of my profession when I’m 22. (Darla)
- Get in front of the hero and his gun when the villain is confronting us.
- Limit…the breathy pauses in…my sentences…to only one…a phrase. (lslcw)
- Have a “creamy” anything. (cyn/blinky)
- Have sex with a hero who has a “velvet covered manhood” because of the annoying lint this would create. (liberryshortcake)
- Keep reminding the hero that I am independent and can take care of myself, while constantly getting into situations where he has to “save” me. (Carolyn)
- Insist I am independent then allow the hero to dictate my life. (Jen)
- Struggle futilely to break free from the hero’s punishing embrace before being overcome with desire. Either I want him, in which case I should not be fighting, or I don’t want him, in which case I should break his nose, foot, finger, and anything else handy. Enough with the wimpy struggles. (Jen)
- Tell all my suspicions to the nice looking, totally sympathetic “other” man only to find out he’s the killer. (TheTwoJeans)
Okay, we’re really close. Thought you might like to see the back-cover copy for the soon-to-be-released third book in the Thunder on the Mountain series. Book 1, THUNDER SNOW, is the story about Callie and Jack. Book 2, THUNDER STRUCK, is the story of Jordan and Brandan. Book 3 is the story of Jordan’s best friend, Jeni, and Brandan’s business partner, Miles. I am excited to share their story with you!
Suddenly finding herself as the sole caregiver for her aging grandmother, advertising executive, Jeni Jenkins, accepts her best friend’s offer to set Nana up in a beautiful Colorado Victorian cottage. Leaving Nana surrounded by friends and a competent nursing staff, Jeni expects to take care of her thriving New York business and be able to visit frequently.
Miles Jeffries, a gorgeous local contractor who sets off sparks every time he and Jeni are near each other, makes it clear that short-term, long-distance relationships will never be part of his life. As much as he is captivated by her, he absolutely refuses to pursue any suggested entanglements with this zany woman who will only be there occasionally.
With a genuine fondness for Nana, Miles keeps Jeni up-to-date on the sometimes funny, sometimes poignant situations happening in the Colorado high country. Jeni has worked all of her life for the success she now enjoys, but can she truly be happy when everyone she loves lives so far away?
Thank you to all of you who have asked about when THUNDER STORM will be released. It was almost finished when my mother had a stroke in early April. She was recovering well when a series of unfortunate events conspired, and she passed away a few weeks later.
Living with us for over a decade, she had been a vital part of our family, and life has been painfully empty without her. It was difficult to pick up the story again after her passing because much of the storyline was an eerie foreshadowing of what I went through in the month of April.
Now in editing, THUNDER STORM, the final installment in the THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN series, is scheduled to be available for purchase by the end of June, 2014. Be sure to leave your email address in the space provided on the right side of this page –> –> –> to be notified of its release. Book 4, tentatively titled WILLOW, is already plotted and planned, so I hope to have that one finished and available by August, 2014. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all for your kind words, cards, letters, and emails.
I loved my father. A decorated Veteran of World War II and Manager of the Veteran’s Administration, he was a quiet and compassionate man. When I think of him, I remember how he smelled faintly of cologne and cigarettes, his tender hugs, how handsome he was, his gentle smile. My mother said he was never the same after he came back from the War, but that meant nothing to a sassy young girl at the height of Viet Nam. The reality was, at an age when we think we know everything, I had no idea about the unique parts that made up the man that was my father.
In 1969, I was a typical sixteen-year-old of the era. Tall, skinny, waist-length straight hair, I was in a phase of life where I believed ‘shocking and flamboyant’ was fun. My boyfriend was in Viet Nam; his brother, Chuck, was my best friend. Chuck and I wanted to join in a Viet Nam Memorial Day Protest Rally that was taking place in Tampa, just a few miles up the road. I thought I was so clever as I worked diligently creating what I knew would be a startling sign I could carry to protest a war I knew nothing about.
We lived on “The Pink Streets” in St. Petersburg, Florida. A few blocks from Tampa Bay, the neighborhood was an exclusive and secluded area with moss-covered trees and Southern, tranquil gentility. St. Petersburg had a saying, “People retire to Miami, and their parents live in St. Petersburg.” So you didn’t do things like protest the War, because even a protest could produce the onset of heart attacks. And back then, sixty was really old, and I was just beginning to live.
Thrilled with my wit and the shock value of my finished product, I proudly took my sign to show Chuck and my father. “Fighting for Peace is Like F*cking for Virginity” it proclaimed in bold, red letters. Stupefied, my father stood and took it from my hand.
Without saying a word, he walked out the back door and headed purposefully down the street. I watched as he walked steadily toward the water with my clever work of art. At first angry, then stunned, in quiet amazement I watched as he threw my masterpiece into Tampa Bay. After standing silently for several minutes, he turned and walked calmly home. Never previously having exchanged a cross word with my father, I was blindsided that he would have done something like that, but duly chastised with his silent fury.
Chuck and I didn’t attend the Protest Rally that day. Without a single word, my father had spoken volumes to me about the subtleties of perception. With maturity I’ve come to realize that you don’t need words to teach a lesson, and that the realities of war and youthful idealism cannot always be bound together to make truth.
During the course of the remodel of Madeline Manor (Book 2 in the Thunder on the Mountain Series, THUNDER STRUCK), Jordan finds gold that was hidden away for over a century. I have written a scene in my upcoming book, THUNDER STORM, where Jordan and Brandan reveal to their close friends, Jack and Callie, Jeni and Miles, about their discovery.
If you were in their position, what would you do with the gold? By cubic foot, it actually turns out to be quite a bit of money (many, many million$), so they will use a good portion of it for worthy causes. Have fun with it. Would love to hear your ideas.