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Author Spotlight – Erzabet Bishop

My Guest today is the wonderful and multi-published, Erzabet Bishop. I enjoyed getting to know Erzabet a little more and I am facinated by her stories. I can’t wait to get reading! I’ve showcased several of her books today for you to see the scope of her work. You will find interviews and questions/answers interspersed in between the book promos and at the end a bit more about Erzabet Bishop.  Enjoy!

Cover Sigil FireSigil Fire by Erzabet Bishop

Paranormal erotic urban fantasy/romance

Pairing: f/f

Published by Ylva Publishing, June 2014

104 pages

Multiple 5 star reviews


E: I interviewed Erzabet to get to know her a little better.

Who is your favorite character in this book and why? 

I love all my characters, but Sonia is especially close to me. She is recovering from a traumatic experience and struggles to keep going. She doesn’t remember all the details, but knows enough to stay under the radar.

Fae is fierce. She’s been through the fire and dreams of Sonia and what could be. They are two sides of the same coin and needed to find each other.

What inspires you for your stories?

My imagination is chock full of characters just waiting to be unleashed on the world.

Tell us something no one else knows about you.

I have an addiction to salted caramel dark chocolate Dove candy. I also have ten doggy fur babies that make me insane (but I love them).

When did you start writing and what kicked off your passion to be an author?

I have been writing since I was a child but it wasn’t until 50 Shades came out that I really started to write. I had to see what I could do. Every short piece of fiction leads me closer to my goal of being a novelist.

What is your biggest challenge?

Time. It is so elusive. I work as a bookstore manager and my hours change every week. Writing time is fit around my responsibilities but I hope one day to make writing my full time job. (Well, it already is but it would be nice to only have one. Lol)

Wild card: Tell us something you want to share with us about yourself…hobbies…guilty pleasures?

Hobbies-crochet, monster movie watching, puppies, baking, knitting, reading

Favorite guilty pleasures-pepperoni pizza, ice cream, anything chocolate, coffee-lots of it, orange chocolate sticks (orange gel covered in milk chocolate) and Amazon cards so I can buy books. My e-reader will explode one day…but I always need more books.

E: Wow Erzabet I think we might be kindred sisters. Wishing you much success on your writing career. And now a little more about Sigil Fire!

Where there’s smoke there’s Hellfire.

Sigil Fire box1Blurb

Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil.

Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless. With the aid of her nest mate Perry and his partner Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.

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Blood pounded in her temples, and Sonia’s feet hit the pavement. Tears blurred her vision as the reality of what almost happened sunk in. He was the killer, and he knew where she lived. He was a fallen angel.

Turning the corner, she saw the tattoo parlor and picked up her pace. The shadows mocked her from every angle. He would be out there waiting. His oily presence oozed unholy joy at her panic, and she stumbled, almost losing her footing on the uneven sidewalk. Footsteps echoed on the street behind her, and in her panic, she couldn’t distinguish between friend and foe.

The glass doors loomed large, windows covered with posters of the latest trends in piercing and ink.

Pulling maniacally on the door, Sonia let out a howl of frustration to discover it locked. “Son of a bitch! Oh Goddess! Open up!” Tears ran down her face, and she tore at the door, hoping for some weakness that would allow her entry. Something. Anything.

She bit back a sob and staggered backward. It was over. He would find her in moments.

The street had become too quiet and the echo of sinister laughter crept along the edge of darkness. The bastard was playing with her.

Fear shot through Sonia’s body, numb and cold, causing her to yelp as the doors rattled behind her.

The sound of a barking dog came from the interior of the shop.

A voluptuous dark-haired woman leaned out, the bluish light illuminating her features with beams of icy radiance. “If you’re looking for a corner, succubus, you’ve picked the wrong one. Move it along.”

Sonia stepped closer to the door, turning her head into the light. “I’m here to see Fae.” She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. The T-shirt and jeans had been warm enough earlier, but the air had turned chillier.

“Red?” The woman’s eyes grew wide. She assessed Sonia’s every movement.

Sonia shook her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. “Do you know me?

The barking of a dog sounded closer, and the dark-haired woman drew back as the little body pushed past her.

Sonia leaned down. “What are you doing here?”

The little dog barked furiously, wagging its tail and whining. Its furry little face searched Sonia’s, and it jumped against Sonia’s leg, licking her hand.

“Hey there. Glad to see you made it home.” Sonia reached down at petted dog’s head.

Snorting, the dog rubbed its head against Sonia’s hand, letting out a delighted sound.

“Your dog knows me.” Sonia searched the dark-haired woman’s face. “I saved it. In the alley yesterday. There was a demon trying to take it.”

“Jellybean, what have you been doing?” Fae returned her gaze to Sonia and stared hard. “You saved her? How?”

A frustrated snort came from the dog, and she growled at the shadows.

“You’re lucky that you have a hellhound to watch over you. Someone must have loved you a lot.”

The woman’s face softened. “My mother. Jellybean was the last gift she gave me before she died.”

“Can you please let me in?” Sonia glanced behind her. The shadows grew longer, and the temperature continued to drop. The street was deserted now. “I need to see Fae. Monty sent me.” Sonia hated that her voice shook. She couldn’t help but notice the woman who blocked her path was intoxicating. The stranger’s dark hair rippled in the cold light of the shop, and her tight fitting shirt revealed far more than it chose to conceal. Her eyes burned black in the darkness, and despite her fear, Sonia felt herself falling inside them. They were safe. Familiar somehow. It didn’t make sense.

“Why the hell would Monty send you here?” The woman straightened, and the illusion of a simple shop owner vanished.

Jellybean barked. The dog’s body tensed, and she stood in front of Sonia, protecting her from the darkness beyond. The energy on the street grew malignant. The dog’s eyes flashed red and power radiated from her.

Sonia and the woman stared, momentarily speechless.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Come on.” The woman grinned as Jellybean jumped up and down. “Get in here.”

Dark laughter echoed down the street and Sonia flinched.

Jellybean growled, the hair on the back of her neck standing straight up.

Sighing deeply, the woman held the door open. “Come on then. Jellybean’s vouching for you and I’ve been looking for you myself.”

“Thank you.” Sonia scurried through the door, tears of relief brimming on her lashes. She blinked, but the tears still managed to fall. She was an immortal. Fear was not something she was used to living with, and it made her angry. Her head and soul were still spinning from everything that had happened in the past hour. She staggered. Her life was about to change even more. She could feel it.


How did you come up with Sigil Fire?

This story began as a writing prompt that didn’t make it into the anthology it was originally intended for. After much more work, I sent it in to the Ylva Halloween anthology and the amazing and wonderful Astrid believed it could be so much more. What was a nine thousand word story became a nearly thirty thousand word novella.

Will there be a sequel?

Yes. Charley, Perry, Sonia and Fae will be back for book two, which has already begun.

Favorite dessert?

Chocolate. Any kind. Anywhere.

Do you have a pet?

Yes. My husband and I have a pack of furry canine children that constantly keep us on our toes.

Favorite place to relax?

That would have to be in bed with a good book, my puppy Tadpole by my side.

Who are some of your favorite urban fantasy or erotic authors?

There are so many! I love Kim Harrison, Lisabet Sarai, Jaye Wells, Red Phoenix, Cari Silverwood, DL King, Alison Tyler, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Rhavensfyre, Patricia Briggs, Laura Antoniou…the list goes on and on. If I could be sealed in a room for a year I would never be bored reading these fabulous authors and more.

What are you working on now?

I have several works in progress. I write for the serial, Club Rook and have just finished the last two episodes to finish out the first season. There is also a CYOA for Silk Words, a twisted fairy tale for Decadent and a Halloween tale for my wonderful friends at Ylva. Not to mention the second book in the Sigil Fire series and two urban fantasy tales…

Here is a blurb for the first episode of Club Rook.

Clubrook1Demons. Angels. And strippers… Oh my! Enter the exclusive world of Club Rook, an erotic women’s club… built over a portal to hell. Demons walk the streets but angels do, too, and which is which may surprise you. No other 500+ page novel is released in weekly installments of 10,000+ words each accompanied by a music video and original EDM/dubstep song. Watch and listen every Monday at http://clubrook.angelsofanarchy.com or buy the soundtrack now at http://www.amazon.com

An erotic hybrid of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Lost Girl,” “Club Rook” is drenched in secrets, sex and monsters. Hunter Echo Abeje may own the Rook, but witch/seer Shanti sets the wards; alchemist/dealer Jules brews the potions, and musician/dominatrix Heather is a fierce fighter. And don’t forget Temperance Ruiz, the newest dancer at the Rook, and so much more.

All Angels of Anarchy serials are published weekly in a television-like format (with an ensemble of characters) written by a team if writers each in charge of her own characters. Check out all our serials at http://www.angelsofanarchy.com and read them weekly or in complete season editions of twelve episodes each.

Dive into a new episode of “Club Rook” and immerse your senses — read, watch and listen.

We are currently looking for reviewers for the first three episodes, so drop me a line at erzabetwrites@gmail.com if you are interested in checking out this great new series.

Club Rook at Amazon


Pairing: f/f and polyamorous

Format: Serial

Publisher: Angels of Anarchy

fetish fair book coverAnother new release is my choose your own erotic adventure Fetish Fair. You, the reader, get to choose your path to romance and adventure. Floggers, ménage, sexy corsets and more. Check it out!

Fetish Fair at Amazon


Kari’s BFF tricks her into attending a fetish expo, promptly losing her as they arrive. She can find her friend or maybe, just maybe find the secret to her own heart’s desires? Only a choice can open the door. If she dares.


SilkWords LLC is the go-to source for interactive women’s fiction. Blurring the line between fiction and gaming, SilkWords.com offers high quality romance and erotica that allows individual readers to choose how stories proceed. Two formats are available: branched fiction (“pick your path”) and linear stories that are produced with reader participation. Future phases will focus on development of a SilkWords community by adding more levels of interactivity for both authors and readers. SilkWords is a place for smart, busy, adventurous women to unwind and have fun. To learn more about our unique reading experience, visit www.silkwords.com.

Genre: Erotic choose your own adventure

Pairing: multiple

Format: CYOA

Publisher: Silk Words

ErzabetfloweryThanks for having me on the blog today! I hope to see you around Facebook and hop over to my author site to sign up for the newsletter.

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website with her Fetish Fair choose your own romantic adventure stories, Elemental Passions, Potnia, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II, Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Holidays in Hell, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming, Cleis), Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission (upcoming Cleis), Hungry for More (upcoming Cleis), Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Eternal Haunted Summer, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Dinner Date, Tethered, Sigil Fire, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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Emma’s New Year Releases Tomorrow

Emma’s New Year

tbr 7/10/14 by Rebel Ink Press at all fine ebook vendors (stay tuned to this website for buy links when it goes live).

Emma's New Year-200 x 300Vol 5 of The Amethyst Desire Collection

Novellette F/F Contemporary Erotic Romance

Emma Reed needs a change from her stale boring straight life. Her lesbian friend drags her to a gay New Year’s Eve dance. There she meets butchy El Westin, out of her league and out of her comfort zone. The unexpected kiss at midnight makes Emma’s outlook start to sparkle and get interesting again. Emma has a choice to make. Is this a night of possibilities influenced by the magic of a borrowed amethyst necklace or is it a resolution in the making?

Tomorrow is the big release day for “Emma’s New Year”

A reader, Sarah B had a chance to read an advanced readers copy of “Emma’s New Year”. Sarah B came out in 2013 so the experience is fresh in her mind and she could relate to the changes and emotions Emma was experiencing. She said

“Loved Emma’s innocence throughout and El’s vulnerability at the end.
Emma took back a bit of control at the end. Sure would love to read more about these two characters!!!
Emma needed this night with El to know she’s gay.
Believable characters and plot. Definitely would
read more like this.
Sex scenes were well done and sensual yet tasteful.
I loved the dancing between them at the party…so passionate and  Emma was swept off her feet.

I will definitely put a review on amazon.

Would enjoy very much reading more of your work”

(An Advanced Readers Copy of “Emma’s New Year” was given to Sarah in exchange for a fair and honest review.)

That’s wonderful, Sarah B. I’ll look forward to your official review.

Thank you, Eden Glenn

Here is what another early reader had to say about “Emma’s New Year”

Pick the Blurb that you like best for “Emma’s New Year”

More from Eden Glenn in “The Amethyst Desire Collection”

Vol 1 “Raynia’s Magic” a Contemporary Menage’ story M/F/M with some M/M –            A short Novella, 52 pgs.
Vol 2 “Beverly’s Secret” A Contemporary Lesbian story. – Novellette 24 pgs
Vol 3 “Phoenix Reborn” A Paranormal Lesbian story. A Short Novella  54 pgs.
Vol 4 “Shifter’s Legacy” A Paranormal Menage’ story M/F/M – Novella, 72 pgs.
Vol 5 “Emma’s New Year”
Expect more stories of this mysterious Amethyst necklace and the passion it evokes in the lives of it’s chosen wearer.

A. J. Adaire – One Day Longer Than Forever

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Dr. Kate Martin needs a vacation after a failed romance with her business partner nearly ruins her. Lee Foster is recovering from her first lesbian relationship that self-destructed when her partner moved several states away, leaving her behind. Two failed romances, a double booked vacation cabin, and a blizzard—will fate intervene again and turn a passionate affair with a stranger, into something more?


E: Hello everyone my friend A.J. Adaire is visiting today to tell us more about her new release, “One Day Longer Than Forever”. Come on over and visit. It is sure to be a fun day!

First some questions, A.J.? What defines success as a writer?

A.J.: Hello Eden…first let me say that I appreciate you allowing me to revisit your blog. Thank you.

E: I love having you come visit, any time!

AJ: Ok, success can be measured in any number of ways. How well the book sells, does it make it to #1, and if it does for how long, or even does the book win any awards are all measures of success.

One way I measure success is by the letters/reviews I get from my readers. I love hearing how they’ve lost sleep staying up to read it, or planned to do something on a Saturday and lost track of time because they were reading. I love hearing how my book made them laugh or cry or touched them in some way.

If you’ve read and enjoyed a book, the nicest thing any reader can do for the author is write them a nice review telling why you enjoyed the book. Not only will the review encourage the author to keep writing, but the review will help others find a book they might enjoy. Reviews also help author’s rankings which help authors get their books noticed. It’s a happy day for sure when an author makes it to #1 in their category. I would like to thank those readers who have bought and reviewed my newest book, One Day Longer Than Forever which is currently #1 in both The UK and the US. Thank you for reading and for leaving all those 5 star reviews! I’m very grateful.

On a personal level, just surviving the process…turning a glimmer of an idea into the first draft, and eventually into a readable document, getting and responding to the edits from the first readers, complying with the suggestions from the editor, creating a final draft, reading it through one last time and submitting it to the publisher provide a sense of accomplishment and, to some degree, a feeling of success.

E: What are you working on now?

AJ: I just published One Day Longer Than Forever. I’m currently working on my next book, It’s Complicated, that deals with a moral question of commitment when one partner is injured and in a coma. It’s not as heavy as it sounds, for it is, after all, a lesbian romance.


E: That’s fantastic! Congrats on the #1 spot. The new book sounds facinating too! What is your favorite fun thing to do?

AJ: If I’m not writing, I’m reading. But if you’re talking social things, I enjoy cards and board games with friends.


E: Where have you wanted to visit or travel and never gotten to go?

AJ: Wow! Am I limited to just one place?  My partner and I have always wanted to go to Italy together. Since neither of us enjoys flying, I’ll probably never make it though.


E: Where did the idea for the current book come from?

AJ: LOL…the same place the others came from…just staring at the ceiling one day, and there it was!


E: LOL. I haven’t looked there. Maybe I should spend more time checking out the ceiling!

aj sm copyBio: If you had told me, when I was struggling to write a one page story for my high school writing composition class, that I would one day write seven novels, I would have bet everything that would never happen. No one, especially me, ever considered it a remote possibility. Thirty years later, during a blizzard, having read all the lesbian fiction books I had in the house, I declared to my surprised partner, “I think I could write one of these.” So you see, I wrote my first book just to see if I could do it.

The completed novel occupied space on my bookshelf, untouched for many years. One day while in a cleaning frenzy, I considered disposing of the neatly stacked and now age-yellowed pages. As I began to read the long forgotten work, I was surprised to discover that the story was enjoyable. Editing and retyping the first book provided a new sense of accomplishment and additional tales followed.

Now retired, I live on the east coast with my partner of thirty years. Because we love a challenge we provide a loving home for two spoiled cats instead of a dog. In addition to writing, any spare time is devoted to editing, reading, mastering new computer programs, and socializing with friends.

My published romance novels include the Friends Series: Sunset Island (September 2013), Awaiting My Assignment (November 2013) and Anything Your Heart Desires (March 2014.) The Interim, a novelette that provides additional details about the life of Sunset Island’s Ren Madison, was released in November 2013. I have four other novels in process.

Contact Information: email: aj@ajadaire.com

Website: http://www.ajadaire.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/AJAdaire

Desert Palm Press: www.desertpalmpress.com

Author Spotlight – Helen Dunn Author of Gia’s Good Fortune

My guest today is Helen Dunn. Welcome

Author Bio:

Helen Dunn grew up, an only child, in an environment that was almost 19th century.  She lived on dirt roads and learned to read by a kerosene lamp as the house they lived in at that time had no electricity.

Until she moved from her parents home, she lived with an icebox not a refrigerator, and although they graduated to a gas cook stove, she can still remember her mother cooking on a wood burning cook stove and ironing clothes by heating the iron atop that stove.

Her Dad farmed with mules until around 1950, so she experienced riding in a wagon pulled by mules and riding on the back of a mule. As a youngster, she helped bring the cows in from the pasture, learned to milk a cow and a goat, went poke picking with her mother and hand-picked cotton in the fields.

As an adult she lived in large cities but in her mid fifties she and her female partner of many years moved back to the country, where they greatly enjoy the peace, quiet and space.

Readers who are interested in romance, humor, historical, or paranormal/supernatural themes in lesbian fiction, are invited to visit Helen Dunn’s Author’s page at amazon. 

Blurbs & excerpts are at the screen for each individual book:


Helen Dunn author

Chatting with Helen revealed we have a lot in common and she had great advice for authors.

What is the biggest challenge you face as a writer of lesbian fiction? Titles.  Trying to come up a good title that fits the story is nearly always tough for me to do.

EG:  Me TOO! If I don’t start out with a title then I suffer and struggle to get one at the end.

Tell us something no one else knows about you. When I was still a child, my mother would read Charles Dickens novels to me, which instilled an appreciation of literature in me.

EG: I love that. I have fond memories of my family reading together. It was a tradition I continue today.

Do you ever feel moments of “burnout” and if so, What do you do to keep your writing fresh? There have been times I have thought – this will be the last story I ever write – I am totally out of ideas. Then I go digging out old manuscripts that are a complete mess and it’s a rewarding challenge to see if I can turn them into something far better than they were originally or else I see something that will inspire me to do a completely new story.

EG: I’ll remember this advice. Sounds like a great plan to keep energized. I make files with notes on possible stories so I have plenty of fodder to browse when I need this boost.

When did you start writing and what kicked off your passion to be an author? I was 9 years old and I wrote my first story on the blank backside of a calendar.  Back then, which would have been around 1949, calendars did not print their information on both sides of the pages.  I wish I still had the story, but it went missing many years ago what with our many moves from farm to farm.  The story was about a brother and sister, close to my own age, who were staying with their grandmother.  Their widowed father, however, re-marries and they go to live with him, their stepmother and their step-siblings.  There is quite a bit of friction with the step-siblings, who as near as I can remember, were sort of bullies.

I did not write more until my teens.Graduating at 16 from high school caused me some difficulty in moving out into the world. I was an only child and had lived an isolated life with my parents and all the moving had left me traumatized.  I think my passion for writing came about as a way to keep my sanity and express my feelings during those lonely years in my late teens when I was trying to get myself together.

EG: Oh Helen. I graduated early too. I became an emancipated minor and as an only child had a bit of struggle to find my place in life. Sounds like writing saved you!


Visit Helen’s Facebook page where you will see all the book covers, blurbs & excerpts with a buy link provided:

Helen’s most recent release is: Gia’s Good Fortune – a humorous lesbian novella.  Here is the buy link for this book: 

Blurb: Gia Hulp comes across a wrecked car, a dead driver and a big bundle of money.  The temptation is too much to resist.

Unity Kessler, beautiful, savvy lesbian investment powerbroker, wants this money back if only she can discover who took it.  A good natured, bumbling trucker might have the answer to that question if Unity can get him to focus, but that’s going to be like pulling hen’s teeth.

b.c. for Eden

EG: I’m hooked from the blurb!

Excerpt below:


The vintage red Lamborghini flew past Gia Hulp’s car as if she were sitting still.

“Idiot!” Gia declared, “Where the hell does he think he’s going in such an all fired hurry—cemetery most likely.” She added, as she kept her own vehicle at a steady 55, no more, no less.  She’d had a perfect driving record for more than some 20 years, and was rather proud of the fact; although if she allowed herself, she did have more than a trace of envy regarding the red Lamborghini.

Fifteen minutes later, Gia saw the missing guard rail, where it had been torn out with three of the support posts gone.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Gia muttered under her breath as she slowed down to see if there was anything she could do.

Climbing out of her car, she went over to the edge of the road where the car had shot through the railing. Below, she could see the red Lamborghini, the front of it crunched up like an accordion against the huge trunk of an enormous pine tree.

A snowman would have a better chance in a furnace than whoever’s down there, Gia thought as she began a careful descent down the extremely steep slope towards the wreckage.

It didn’t take long after she arrived at where the Lamborghini had come to a halt to realize there was nothing anyone could do for the person inside the car. Air bags had not been available the year this car had been made, and he wasn’t wearing his seat belt. Consequently, the driver was squashed against the steering wheel; his head a bloody, battered mess from where it had hit the windshield and then bounced back from the impact.

Gia turned away feeling somewhat nauseous at the sight. “Poor devil didn’t stand a chance.” She whispered to herself.

The passenger door had sprung open. Perhaps there was someone else, who had been thrown clear, although Gia didn’t have much hope for them either.  She figured she’d better at least look around. Stumbling around in the weeds on the uneven, rocky ground, she searched for several yards but saw no one.

“Eh? What’s this?” Gia said to herself, as she came back to the car and spied the black leather carrying case.  She bent down to pick it up and noticed the catch had come loose, that was when her eyes beheld the dull green paper inside.

“Whoa!” Gia exclaimed, as she opened the case completely up and stared at the neat rows of bundles upon bundles of currency.

It was possible he had robbed a bank, but somehow it seemed unlikely given the clothes he was wearing and the expensive car; unless he had robbed several banks with a different look than what he now sported and a less noticeable car, Gia surmised.  Well, she’d just hang onto this for safekeeping and listen to see what was on the news, she decided.

Author Spotlight Welcomes Author A.J. Adaire

I introduced myself to A.J. Adaire when I saw her book Sunset Island as the #1 Lesbian Fiction book on Amazon. Yes, I had a fan girl moment. LOL.  I’m delighted to welcome her to my Author Spotlight event.


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The week long contest will be held in conjunction with AJ Adaire’s October 22, 2013 appearance in the Author Spotlight on Eden Glenn’s blog

Top prize is a $25 Amazon gift certificate,
2nd and 3rd place winners win a copy of Sunset Island  


Twenty years ago, I wrote my first book just to see if I could do it. The novel occupied space on my bookshelf, unread for nearly twenty years until, one day while in a cleaning frenzy, I considered disposing of the neatly stacked but now age-yellowed pages. As I began to read the long forgotten work, I was surprised to discover that the story was enjoyable! Editing and retyping the first book provided a new sense of accomplishment and additional tales followed. Completion of This is Fitting encouraged me to write four more romance novels. I Love My Life and Sunset Island were followed by Awaiting My Assignment and its sequel, Anything Your Heart Desires and One Day Longer Than Forever 

Now retired, there is all the time in the world to write. I live on the east coast with my partner of twenty-eight years. Because we love a challenge, we provide a loving home for two spoiled cats instead of a dog! In addition to writing, any spare time is devoted to reading, mastering new computer programs, and socializing with friends.

EG: What a wonderful success story. I love hearing about your journey. And can I say your cat is beautiful? I had two Siamese cats years ago while in college. At the moment I have an orange Tabby, Peyton who guest stars in one of my books. LOL

I asked AJ some questions about her current release Sunset Island.

1.    Who is your favorite character in this book and why? 

Like most of my readers, my favorite character is Lindy. She is someone with whom I’d enjoy spending the day. I especially enjoy her playful personality and openness to engage in new adventures. Like me, she is both a teacher and an author, so I suspect we’d enjoy chatting.

2. What inspires you for your stories?

I guess I’d have to say the characters inspire me to tell their story.

Most ideas for my stories come to me when I’m driving my car or doing a mindless, repetitive task. I’ve yet to master the ability to sit down at the computer and say to myself, “Okay, what shall I write about today?”

For me, the hardest part of a story is to decide the basic scenario, which is how the two lead characters will come to reveal their attraction for each other. In a ‘straight’ romance, where the main characters are male and female, the potential for a relationship is always assumed to be there.

In writing a same-sex romance, the author always needs to decide first if the characters will be ‘out’ lesbians, two women who have never experienced a same-sex attraction before or, lastly, if one character is a lesbian and the other historically straight. If both characters are open about their sexuality, it’s no more difficult to develop a story line than it would be for a male/female pairing.

It gets trickier if any of the other scenarios exist. So, once I determine the basic scenario, I try to figure out how they’ll reveal their feelings to each other. Once that part is clear, I begin to develop the rest of the story by making some brief notes. Only then, after all that has occurred, am I able to sit down to write the story and allow the characters to reveal the rest of the story.

Sometimes the characters surprise me. For example, in Sunset Island, the original story was to be Ren and Brooke’s. As I was writing it, I realized I didn’t have enough substance for a novel for those two characters. Lindy presented herself to me, and in order to move the story forward, Brooke had to ‘go.’ When I killed off Brooke, my partner called me a murderer for two weeks. Then she, too, fell in love with Lindy and peace was once again restored in our household.

EG: I laughed out loud reading about your killing off of Brooke. LOL.  Our creative process appears to be very similar.  I get a lot of thinking in while driving.

3. Tell us something no one else knows about you.

I can’t abide the taste of peanut butter despite the fact that Ren and Lindy, my main characters in Sunset Island, each relied on it as one of their primary sources of sustenance.

EG: OH NO. I’m going to side with Ren and Lindy on this one.

4.   What genre classification would you put on your book and what would you consider the heat level of the romance? 

 I write ‘Lesbian Romance.’ As to heat level, depending on the book and which characters are involved, the love scenes tend to be “warm” to “hot.” All love scenes are loving and consensual. My books are easy to read, feel good, f/f romances with not too much angst. The characters may encounter day-to-day obstacles often faced by real people, but the ending is always happy…they are romances after all!

EG: I love the way you’ve described this. Feel Good! F/F Romance.

5.   When did you start writing and what kicked off your passion to be an author?

I began writing twenty years ago. I used to buy lesbian novels from Naiad Press, back in the late 80’s. During a huge snowstorm we were snowed in and I was bored because I’d already read all the books I’d purchased. I said to my partner, “I think I could write one of these stories.”  She dared me to try. So, I wrote my first novel just to prove I could. Twenty years later, after I retired, I had more free time and began again, initially by editing the first book. For the other books, I have no excuse!

More information about my stories, and about me, can be found at the following sites:





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Sunset Island — A Lesbian Romance
by AJ Adaire
Published by Desert Palm Press

Owning a beautiful Inn on a private island off the coast of Maine—what could be more conducive to happiness? Ren Madison is certain her life couldn’t be more perfect. She treasures her loving relationship with her older brother Jack, his wife Marie, and dotes on her niece Laura. She has a passionate and supportive relationship with her partner Brooke, and a successful business that doesn’t require her undivided attention, allowing her ample time to pursue her true passion, her art.

Then, in an instant, Ren’s idyllic world crumbles. Concern grows that Ren may never fully recover from her loss.

Marie runs into an old college friend, Dr. Lindy Caprini, at a convention. Lindy, a multi-lingual professor, divulges that she is looking for an artist to illustrate the book she’s writing. Marie instantly suggests her artistically talented sister-in-law, Ren, as someone to do the illustrations. To make working together on the book easier, Lindy takes a year sabbatical from her job, breaks off her relationship with her boyfriend, and moves to Ren’s island. Ren soon discovers that the beautiful and mischievous Lindy is a talented author and a witty conversationalist. Their collaboration on the book leads to a close, light-hearted, and flirtatious friendship. Will their collaboration end there?


Chapter 1: Look At Those Eyes
September 2005
Ren Madison watched out of the office window of the marina she owned with her brother, Jack, as the door of the out-of-state car opened and a pair of feet clad in comfortable shoes hit the gravel of the parking lot. A grin slowly curled her lips as the rest of Dr. Lindy Caprini emerged from the sports car. The woman stood and stretched before she slowly pivoted to take in the scenery, finally stopping to enjoy the gorgeous view of the ocean.

The picture on the university’s website certainly didn’t do her justice. Look at those eyes. I’d love to paint her. Collaborating with the lovely Lindy to illustrate her book should prove to be extremely pleasant working conditions, indeed. Ren made a mental note to call her sister-in-law, Marie, to thank her again for referring her to the alluring Professor Caprini.

Lindy pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head and tilted her face upwards, eyes closed, soaking in the warmth of the sun. As if she felt Ren’s eyes on her, she turned to glance at the window of the marina office where the dark haired woman sat watching. She smiled and tossed a jaunty wave before turning away to retrieve her coat from the back seat of the car.

Sad that her ability to ogle unobserved was no longer possible she closed up the file she was working on. Ren stood, quickly strode to the door, and went outside to welcome her visitor.

Tomorrow Author Spotlight with A.J. Adaire

Author Spotlight tomorrow I will have A.J. Adaire as my guest. Ms. Adaire is a number 1 best selling Amazon author of lesbian fiction.

She is running a contest this week in honor of being my guest. Check it out and be sure to stop by tomorrow to visit with her during my Author Spotlight Event.


The week long contest will be held in conjunction with AJ Adaire’s October 22, 2013 appearance in the Author Spotlight on Eden Glenn’s blog

Top prize is a $25 Amazon gift certificate,
2nd and 3rd place winners win a copy of Sunset Island




Author Spotlight – Eliza Lentzski

I am thrilled to welcome Eliza Lentzski to Author Spotlight today. Her book Winter Jacket intrigues me as a wonderful character study between two women searching for ‘something’ in a world where they find each other and might be what they least expect and yet most need.  I’ll look forward to reading this one.

1. Who is your favorite character in this book and why? 

Can I say all of them?  No?  Okay.  It’s hard, as the author, not to have an affinity for every character you create; there’s a little bit of yourself in every one of them and that makes you like them all the more.  For the protagonists, I love Elle’s social awkwardness.  Despite her advanced education, she has a hard time completing sentences and I find that endearing.  I also really love Hunter’s quiet intensity.  She’s not going to be intimidated by anything life throws at her, and she’s especially not going to let herself be intimidated by Dr. Elle Graft.

But my favorite character in Winter Jacket is Elle’s best friend, Troian.   She gets the best lines of dialogue and is that comedic relief that keeps the characters from taking themselves too seriously.  She kept me as a writer from taking myself too seriously as well.  Troian is really the ultimate best friend.  She’s loyal to a fault, she always has Elle’s best interests in mind, but she’s not afraid to kick Elle in the head when she’s self-destructing.  She and Nikole are certainly the voice of reason in this book when Elle seems hell-bent on ruining everything.

2. What inspires you for your stories?

I find inspiration just about everywhere.  It’s in the weather and my Midwest environment – a particularly stubborn winter; a fresh, airy spring day.  It’s in the music I listen to that sets the mood for particular scenes.  Every couple I’ve ever written has a Go-to song or musical artist that, regardless of how stubborn my Writer’s Block may be, successfully chisels through that stagnancy.

3. Tell us something no one else knows about you.

That’s actually a hard question because I consider myself an open book.  Something that’s probably unexpected though is my obsession with spectator sports.  On a piece of paper I’m a writer and a historian with a PhD, so when people meet me for the first time they probably think I’m super cerebral.  But there’s few things I enjoy more than watching sports and yelling at the TV.

4. What genre classification would you put on your book and what would you consider the heat level of the romance?

Winter Jacket is a lesbian romance novel more so than erotica.  I was very mindful about the “heat” level of Elle and Hunter’s relationship.  There’s playful banter and sexual tension throughout and I wanted the novel to be sexy, no doubt, but I didn’t want to travel into “lurid” territory at the risk of it turning into a tired student/teacher cliché.  I was very careful to create two characters who see and treat each other as equals, regardless of the age and/or experience gap.

5. When did you start writing and what kicked off your passion to be an author?

I started writing fiction at a really young age; I benefited from fantastic elementary teachers who encouraged and nurtured my enthusiasm for books.  My 5th-grade teacher was particularly formative.  I vividly remember acting out scenes from A Wrinkle In Time in class and transforming our classroom with butcher-block paper into the subway in Slake’s Limbo and eating saltines with ketchupI wrote my first novel in the 5th grade, too.  Mutation in the Sea was the story of twin siblings who, like a Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys Super Mystery, solved marine-based mysteries that baffled even the police.

Reading was the foundation of my zeal for writing fiction.  From a very young age I fell in love with words.  Judy Blume taught me everything I needed to know about being a girl, The Babysitter’s-Club series taught me about true friendship, and Nancy Drew told me it was okay to be curious and to ask questions.

I grew up in a tiny Midwest town, so small we didn’t have stoplights.  I remember in the summer months riding my bike along the abandoned railroad tracks with my younger sister to the public library, each of us with an empty backpack strapped to our backs.  We’d go to the library at least once a week, fill our book bags up with novels, and ride our bikes back home to do nothing but read all summer long.  In fact, whenever I acted out as a child, my parents’ punishment was not allowing me to read.

If you could see the inside of my head, it’s just Words, Words, Words.  Story ideas and dialogue are continually running through my brain.  If I didn’t write and spill those words out on the page, I’d probably talk to myself a lot more than I already do.


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Winter Jacket blurb:

It all started with a broken classroom heater…
Graduate school prepares you for many things – the rigor of academic life, how to pull consecutive all-nighters, and living off a meager stipend without having to be roommates with cockroaches.  Elle Graft might have made it through six years of graduate school, but she’s not convinced she’ll survive her first position as an Assistant Professor.  Because for all she learned, graduate school never prepared her for dealing with a student crush.

Book excerpt:

Around nine o’clock, the party finally started to die down.  I was surprised that people had stayed for so long.  Normally students stayed for half an hour, ate the food and drank the free alcohol, and then left for some other pre-graduation party.  But for whatever reason, the crowds had lingered a little longer than usual tonight, well after the last celery stick and piece of cubed cheese had been consumed.

When my house emptied, I looked at the mess in the kitchen and sighed.  I tossed some serving spoons into the kitchen sink.  I might not have had to set up for the party, but the clean up was far more arduous.

Before I could start to give my kitchen a thorough cleaning, I noticed a light on down the hallway, coming from the direction of my study.  I couldn’t remember leaving a light on in the back half of my house.  I’d planned on keeping that part of my house closed off to students and had kept the lights off to avoid encouraging too much exploration.  Curious, I wandered down the hallway.  By this time, I’d abandoned my high heels, and in my stocking feet, I padded soundlessly against the wood floor.

I couldn’t have been more surprised by what I found – who I found – bent over my desk in my personal office, rifling through a stack of graded student papers.  Hunter.

I stood, unnoticed, in the doorway until I cleared my throat.

Hunter seemed to jump out of her skin at the sound.  She grabbed onto her shirt over the space where her heart resided. “You scared me!” she exclaimed.

My hand curled around the wooden threshold.  Normally I’d feel guilty for startling someone so badly, but she’d wandered off to my home office and was digging through other students’ papers like it was the most natural thing in the world.  I felt violated, like someone had read my diary.

Her grey-blue eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them. “I know this looks really bad.” The color had drained from her cheeks.  “But it’s not what it looks like.”

“What it looks like is you’re looking through the final papers for grades.” My tone was unexpectedly cold, but I was upset. I had opened my home to my students, but that didn’t mean they were free to explore and rifle through my things.  “But that couldn’t be it because you picked up your paper,” I said, thinking out loud.  “You already know what your grade is.  Unless you’re stealing papers to sell to some student essay mill.”

Her eyes bulged and she dropped the papers as if they’d burned her. “No!” she exclaimed.  “I wasn’t, I—.”

Her panicked exclamation was interrupted when my new cat Sylvia, who had yet to warm up to me, jumped up on my desk with a grunt.

“I hope you’ve had your tetanus shots,” I said, leaning against the doorjamb. “She hates everyone.”

Hunter stroked her hand down the center of Sylvia’s back and that damn little grey-fuzzed traitor actually arched her back. Hunter picked up the cat and sat down with her on my red couch.  Sylvia made a small half-circle with her body and kneaded her paws into Hunter’s thigh before settling down onto her lap.

“Are you the cat whisperer?” I asked, mouth surely agape. I’d never seen that devil-cat warm up to anyone. Hell, she barely tolerated me.  I likened her to a refugee, still acclimating to her new environment.

“I like cats,” she said simply.  She seemed to have recovered from the initial shock and looked entirely at ease sitting on my red couch with Sylvia curled up on her lap.  She scratched the cantankerous creature between the ears, and I swear I could see the cat’s eyes roll back in pleasure.

“So do you always just make yourself at home in your teachers’ offices?” The memory of her taking off her jacket in my campus office months ago came to mind.  Maybe she did.

Hunter looked suitably shamed, but she didn’t stand up.  I didn’t blame her; making sudden movements around my cat was generally a bad idea.

“I’m not normally this nosey. I was petting your cat out in the hallway and it wandered away. Then I heard some crashing noises later, so I followed the sounds to make sure the cat was okay.  When I came in here, your cat was on your desk, knocking things over.  I was just trying to pick up after her.”

Sylvia had proven herself to be a housekeeping nightmare.  She jumped on surfaces on which she didn’t belong and knocked things onto the floor to make more room for herself.  I’d already found a pair of reading glasses in the bathroom garbage and my favorite grading pens were often rolling around on the floor in the office.

“Don’t worry about Sylvia,” I said, waving a dismissive hand. “She can take care of herself.” I continued leaning against the doorjamb. I didn’t really know what to do with myself, but this felt safe.

“As long as she stays away from gas ovens,” Hunter grinned.

“My, my,” I murmured approvingly, standing up straight. That she knew of Sylvia’s namesake was a surprise, and I was impressed. “You’ve been holding back.”

Maybe it was because of the semester’s end and that grades were submitted, but I didn’t feel so restricted anymore around her. And maybe it was the comfortable way my pet and Hunter were curled up with each other, but I didn’t feel so upset and violated anymore.

“I haven’t actually read anything by Sylvia Plath,” Hunter said, suddenly a little shy. “I just really liked the movie about her life.” Her eyes, which I now noticed were almost the identical blue-grey as my cat’s, dropped demurely. If I had subconsciously picked out that bastard cat because it reminded me of Hunter, I was officially a lost cause.

“You haven’t read Plath?” I declared, sufficiently horrified. I immediately crossed the length of the room and walked to one of my bookcases. I thumbed over the bindings of several titles.  Everything was alphabetical by author, of course.  I pulled out the thin novel from its place between Parker and Plato. The Bell Jar was one of my favorite books. The copy I now held had been well-loved over the years. The binding was creased and worn, the top corner of the paperback cover rounded, and the inner pages were the rich goldenrod color of mass-produced pulp that’s sat too long in direct sunlight.

I stuck the book in Hunter’s direction, just within her reach.  She stopped giving attention to Sylvia long enough to take the book in both hands.  Her brow was furrowed in concentration, maddeningly adorable, as she read the back cover information.

The Bell Jar is a masterpiece,” I explained, geeking out. “I’m letting you borrow my copy.”

Hunter looked up, eyes large and blinking. “Really?”

I never let people borrow books.  I wasn’t a public library, after all. I also didn’t appreciate getting books back in worse condition than when I’d lent them. But I selfishly realized that if I let her borrow the book, I’d have a reason to see her again.  I didn’t have to give it a second thought. “Really.”

The tick-tock of the grandfather clock in my study filled the silence. “Did everyone leave?” she asked.  “Am I the only one left?”

I scratched at the back of my neck, once again aware of my awkwardness.  At least when I was gushing about literature I hadn’t remembered that we were alone. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” Hunter genuinely apologized. “Not only does it look like I’ve been snooping, now I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

My instinct was to tell her she could stay as long as she wanted.  I smiled instead.

Hunter scratched between Sylvia’s ears again. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she murmured, “but I’ve got to go.”

If I had been smoother, I would have found a way to convince her to stay longer. ‘Don’t go. It’ll break her kitty heart,’ I would say.   She’d admit she had no other plans that night and I’d suggest we take our conversation to the kitchen where I would brew a pot of late-night coffee. We could bring our filled cups to the front porch and we’d sit in the Adirondack chairs I’d recently purchased. I’d light a few candles—to keep the mosquitoes away, I’d explain—and I’d admire her profile, warmed by the glow of candlelight.

We’d start out with innocent remarks about the strange weather patterns.  It had recently gone from Winter to Spring overnight.  I’d hear about her plans for the summer and her relationship with her family. When the coffee ran out, she’d notice the late hour. She’d thank me for the coffee and conversation, and when she handed me her now-empty cup, our fingers would brush against each other’s.

But I wasn’t that smooth and I wasn’t a moral-free zone. Instead, I’d have to be satisfied with the prospect of seeing her again when she finished reading the book.  Maybe she’d be so impressed she’d ask me for other book recommendations. Maybe I’d see her periodically over the summer because of it.  And maybe this would turn into a regular thing, and we’d meet for coffee to discuss the current book we couldn’t put down. I wondered how she liked her coffee.

“Off you go,” Hunter coaxed Sylvia.  With a disgruntled noise, my cat stood from her lap. It made a big show of stretching before hopping to the floor.  I felt ridiculous for envying that ball of fur.

Hunter stood from my study couch, the very place I’d graded several of her papers, and she brushed at the front of her jeans.  Sylvia had a talent for getting her hair all over everything, and it was currently all over the front of her pants.

“Second-guessing making friends with my cat?” I posed teasingly.

She looked up and met my gaze.  Her eye contact was relentless. “I got a book out of the deal, didn’t I?”

This girl’s mood-swings were hard to keep up with. One minute she was bashful and unsure, and the next, staring me down with an unstated challenge and a charming smile. I wanted to know her better.  I needed to figure her out.

Author Bio:

Eliza Lentzski is the author of lesbian fiction, romance, and erotica novels including Second Chances, Date Night, Diary of a Human, Love, Lust, & Other Mistakes, and the forthcoming All That Is Gold (Fall 2013). Although a historian by day, Eliza is passionate about fiction.  She calls the Midwest her home along with her partner and their cat and turtle.

Contact info:

Readers can follow Eliza on Twitter (@ElizaLentzski) and on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/elizalentzski) for more information and exclusive sneak peeks of upcoming novels.

Buy link for original novels and short stories: https://www.facebook.com/ElizaLentzski/app_190322544333196

AMAZON: Winter Jacket/  http://www.amazon.com/Winter-Jacket-Eliza-Lentzski/dp/1483908771/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370904154&sr=8-1&keywords=Eliza+Lentzski



Author Spotlight – Andi Marquette

Andi Marquette is my guest today for Author Spotlight.  She is an amazingly talented woman and funny as a whip. She writes F/F romance fiction.  She is a fellow NaNoWriMo alumni.  One lucky commenter will receive an E-version of her book so tell us if you like F/F romance and want to be considered for a free copy of her book and with that I give you Andi Marquette.


  1.   Who is your favorite character in this “From the Boots Up” and why? 

First, thank you so much, Eden, for having me along for a bit of a ride!

Okay. Characters in Boots.

I dig all of ’em.

All right, all right. How about Meg and Gina, the protagonists? I have always had a soft spot in my heart for those two. Meg grew up on the family ranch in Wyoming (which is a working/dude ranch). Ranching and animals are in her blood and soul, and that’s why she wants to go to vet school. She’s practical and hard-working, but like her dad (who you will meet in this novella) she has a wry sense of humor and a deep love of the land. I grew up in rural Colorado, and Meg taps into those roots of mine. Gina, on the other hand, is a reporter from Los Angeles who’s got to come out to the ranch and do a story on dude ranching as an industry. Like Meg, she’s driven about what she does, but she’s a little more laid back about some things and she has a great sense of humor, which Meg keeps up with pretty well and it creates a nice rapport between them. I like Gina’s humor, and I like how it shows when she flirts. She’s confident but kind, and adaptable.

Gina would be the person I’d call if I needed somebody to bail me out of a Tijuana jail. Meg’s who I would call to haul my car out of a ditch in a full-on blizzard. Or save me from a stampede.


2. What inspires you for your stories?

Hell, everything and anything. I started writing my New Mexico-based mystery series when I was living in Nashville, Tennessee (I’m no longer there) and I was totally homesick for Albuquerque. I was born in Albuquerque, and ended up going back in the early 90s for grad school. I stayed for over twelve years then moved to Nashville (then back to Colorado). So homesickness started that series. I started writing my sci fi series one super cold winter that I spent on Colorado’s Western Slope. I think I was kind of tired of the piles of snow and frigid temps that went on for weeks. So I wrote the first novel in that series that winter, and it was set in a desert. Hot and dry. Heh. Funny, what your subconscious can do.

I also find inspiration in mundane things every day. An overheard comment at work. An interesting story on NPR. An article in Outside magazine. I make up stories all the time about strangers. I try to figure out who they are and what kinds of lives they live, and what kinds of characters they’d be in a movie or a book. And over the years, I’ve ended up in some pretty interesting places, where I’ve met some fascinating people. But you don’t have to travel to get stories. Every day, it’s possible to meet somebody who inspires something or see something that does. You just never know what’s going to happen in a day. I love that.

3. Tell us something no one else knows about you.

How about I tell you something that not many people know, as opposed to no one? Heh!

Let’s see…I’ve played piano (lessons for years as a child) and drums (taught myself). Not so much these days, and I’m super rusty, but I didn’t lose my taste for music even when I drifted away from playing instruments. I’m a music fanatic and have been since I was a kid. I’ve also been a radio DJ and I DJ’ed at a small club in Albuquerque for a bit.


4. What genre classification would you put on your novella and what would you consider the heat level of the romance?

F/F romance. I’d put the heat level at warm to hot. There’s sexual tension and flirting throughout and what I’d call explicit (though hopefully tasteful) sexuality. I’ve gotten great comments from readers since I released From the Boots Up and one of the more common is “smokin’!”

5. When did you start writing and what kicked off your passion to be an author?

I’m one of those authors who’s just always been writing. I also read incessantly as a child (and haven’t stopped), so I’m sure that played a role in my wanting to craft stories, too. I did write a lot more nonfiction for a few years because of grad school, but the fiction thing has always been in my life. I think I wrote my first story in grade school. No, maybe before that. I wrote two atrociously bad novels when I was in high school, along with a slew of cringe-worthy angsty poetry in college. The poetry got a little better; I’ve had a few poems published here and there. In now-defunct publications, of course. Heh. I also wrote a couple more novels in college. I sent my first short stories out for consideration when I was working on my master’s degree in Denver. I was writing a lot of speculative fiction then, and I sent several stories for consideration to the late Marion Zimmer Bradley, who was doing the Sword and Sorceress series at the time. She sent me rejection letters with really great advice and encouragement. And she personally signed them. That’s a rare thing, and I think had I not gotten those letters, I may not have eventually come back to writing fiction. I still have them.

Anyway, I finally started really writing fiction in the mid-2000s after I came across some of the novels I’d written in college in my parents’ storage shed on a visit to Colorado (I was living in Nashville at the time). The manuscripts weren’t horrible. They weren’t that good, certainly, but the stories were actually kind of cool. So I thought, “Huh. Maybe I can turn some of this into something or jumpstart something else.” So I wrote two novels that summer. One prior to November and then I did NaNoWriMo and hammered out what became the first book in my New Mexico mystery series, which ended up winning a couple of awards after it was published. Then I just…kept writing. Maybe it’s a sickness. Oh, well. I’ve got it, and I don’t think there’s a cure. Guess I’ll just have to write more. Stay tuned…

And thanks again for having me along. Really appreciate it.

Here’re my deets.

For more information about my work, excerpts, freebie F/F romance short stories, and links to buy, come on down to my website: http://www.andimarquette.com

From the Boots Up is available on Kindle here: http://www.amazon.com/From-the-Boots-Up-ebook/dp/B00BRBZ3HG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370045797&sr=8-1&keywords=andi+marquette

My other F/F romance novella, Some Kind of River, is also available on Kindle:


And if you read F/F fiction, come on down to Women and Words, where I also blog. http://www.lesbianauthors.wordpress.com

Andi Marquette writes mysteries:
Land of Entrapment (2008)
State of Denial (2008)
The Ties that Bind (2009)
Day of the Dead (forthcoming 2013)
and sci fi:
Friends in High Places (2009)
A Matter of Blood (2011)
The Edge of Rebellion (2013)
and romance:
Some Kind of River (2012)
From the Boots Up (2013)