Showing posts with label All You Need is Love. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 11, 2014

One Red Shoe Worldwide Release Tour



Back in September, Diane Burton was here with a preview of her romantic suspense, One Red Shoe. The book released yesterday, and I am already about halfway through it. I have to tell you, it's a wild ride! Diane is back with an excerpt and buying information, as well as some insight into the types of stories that she loves.


Humor

What is it about humor that appeals to so many yet eludes others? I was a serious child. Oldest of seven, the one left in charge, the responsible one. That carried over into my adult life. Until I met a certain guy with a wicked sense of humor. He could tease me out of my seriousness and helped me find my own sense of humor. I was smart enough to grab onto that guy and we’ve been married for over forty years. I’m still too serious at times in real life, but I can let go in my writing.

Romantic comedy is my favorite type of movie. Romancing the Stone, It Happened One Night, Something’s Gotta Give, Six Days, Seven Nights. Falling in love is serious business, but without that spark of humor it came be maudlin. Television drama without humor will lose me as an audience. NCIS, Castle, Bones, Persons of Interest. Even gritty futuristics like Almost Human keep me watching because of the humorous interaction between the main characters. And don’t get me started on Doctor Who (which I just discovered even though it’s been on the air since 1963!). The sci-fi show is, at times, laugh out loud funny, especially the last Doctor.

Humor comes in many forms. Give me wicked banter any day over slapstick. I never understood the appeal of the Three Stooges. Maybe that’s a guy thing. I loved the Saturday morning cartoon Rocky & Bullwinkle because of the dialogue. Same with the original Muppet Movie. When I took my children to see it, the best part was the dad behind me who, along with the few other adults in the theater, couldn’t stop laughing at all the “good” parts—like “gone with the Schwin” and Fozzie’s “they don’t sound like Presbyterians.”

I said I’m not fond of slapstick, so how do you explain my love of the Stephanie Plum series? The physical comedy is laugh out loud funny. Author Janet Evanovich knows how to take a situation, twist it, turn it on its ear and make it hilarious. I should never read those books in bed because the bed shakes from holding in my laughter—don’t want to wake Hubs with laughing out loud.

Life is serious. The news every night keeps getting grimmer and more disturbing. Comedy is an antidote to life. The value of humor is vastly underrated. In fact, rarely has a comedy won an Oscar. Same with actors whose forte is their comedic timing. What do they receive awards for? Their dramatic work.

Medical studies tell us that laughter releases endorphins, nature’s natural pain killers. Laughter relaxes the skeletal system, reduces stress, lowers the blood pressure, and regulates the heart rate. According to inspirational speaker Marilyn Meburg, your liver needs laughter because it gets no exercise. The liver is the organ in your body that gets rid of toxins. So, if you’re not laughing you’re neglecting your liver.

Give your liver and the rest of your body that antidote to “real life” and enjoy a good comedy.

What are your favorite comedy books or movies?

Blurb:

Wannabe writer rescues wounded spy while risking her heart.

Daria Mason’s life is too predictable. Nothing ever happens in her small Iowa town where everybody knows everybody else. But when she travels to New York City looking for a little excitement, she never expects to bring home a wounded spy.

From the moment agent Sam Jozwiak steals intel vital to US security from a Russian Mafia kingpin, Murphy’s Law takes over. No matter how he covers his tracks, the kingpin’s assassins find him. What’s worse than getting shot in the butt? Accepting help from an Iowa tourist.

Sam and Daria flee cross country with the assassins right behind them. Sharing danger and excitement—and a few kisses—with Sam soon has Daria convinced he’s the man for her. He thinks she’ll be better off once he’s out of her life for good. With their lives on the line, can she convince him they belong together?

Excerpt:

The slinky blonde with wild curly hair rose from the chair in the corner and walked toward him. She wore skin-tight jeans and an equally tight red shirt. “Sam?”
He was hallucinating. The woman sounded like Daria. A tiny angel charm nestled in the hollow of her throat above the low-cut shirt. An angel just like Daria’s, but—
“Sam, I’m glad you’re awake. We can leave now.”
“Oh, shit. Where’s your hair?”
She self-consciously touched the froth of blond curls that brushed her shoulders. “No time to talk. We have to get on the road again. I needed—”
“I thought you needed the bathroom because you were constipated not because you wanted to turn yourself into a—a floozy.”
“Constipated? You thought—” Her cheeks matched the color of the ultra-snug top and the slash of lipstick across her mouth. What happened to her fresh-scrubbed look? Good Lord, her eyelashes were all gunked up.
Sam swung his legs off the bed. He planted his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. “Your beautiful hair,” he moaned.
Gone. She’d cut it off. Instead of long and wavy from the braid, her hair was sticking out like she’d stuck her finger in a light socket. And it was the brassiest color he’d seen since his sister and her girlfriends experimented on each other in ninth grade. She’d even replaced her gold studs with large silver hoops that dangled from her ears.
“This is a good disguise, Sam. Come on, admit it.” She walked toward him, unsteady on her feet.
He looked down and saw why. Instead of cute penny loafers, she was wearing black boots with three-inch heels. He looked up those mile-long legs. “Your jeans are too damn tight. That penny in your pocket was minted in Denver in 1994.”
She tried to wriggle her hand into the pocket before she gave him a suspicious look. “I don’t have a penny in my pocket.”
“Well, if you did, I could read it.”


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About the author:

Diane Burton combines her love of mystery, adventure, science fiction and romance into writing romantic fiction. Besides the science fiction romance Switched series, she is the author of The Pilot, the first book in a series about strong women on the frontier of space. One Red Shoe is her first romantic suspense. She is also a contributor to the anthology How I Met My Husband. Diane and her husband live in Michigan. They have two children and two grandchildren.
For more info and excerpts from her books, visit Diane’s website: http://www.dianeburton.com

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Please Welcome Author Cathy Tully



Today I am pleased to present author Cathy Tully. Cathy's novel, All You Need is Love, was released at Astraea Press in June. She's here to share a bit about it. Here's the blurb:
Jack DeVane is on the fast track to becoming CEO of Cunningham Coffee and nothing will get in his way…until a little dog wanders into his condo and a beautiful dog walker wanders into his heart.

Caitlyn Stiles has one wish--to take over the family business. When she returns from college and this is no longer an option, she travels to Promise, Massachusetts to look after her ailing grandmother where she takes a job as a part-time dog walker.

Can one sweet, little dog teach Jack there’s more to life than work?
Teach Caitlyn to let go of her resentment?
And teach them both that ALL THEY NEED IS LOVE?


Here's an excerpt from All You Need is Love:

“Caitlyn, are you ready yet?” Her mother called from the bottom of the stairs.
“Almost.”
“Hurry. All the best plants will be gone if we get there too late.”
She closed the closet door and gazed out her bedroom window.  It was a clear, warm day with a vivid blue sky. A vivid blue that reminded her of Jack’s eyes. She groaned and headed down into the kitchen where her mother waited.
With Easter only a week away, she’d promised her mother she’d go to the nursery and pick up some crocus, hyacinths and assorted flowers to brighten the front of the townhouse.
“So, are you ready to help me pick out some pretty yellow tulips?” Her mother wiped her hands on a kitchen towel.
“What did you say?”
“Yellow tulips. This year I’ve decided to fill the entire front of the house with yellow tulips.”
Caitlyn flinched. “But I thought we’d decorate the front of the house like last year when you first moved in. Use a mix of assorted pansies. What happened to that idea? You loved the effect. You even agreed it would be colorful and perky.”
Her mother shook her head. “No. I’ve changed my mind. This year I want to use bulbs, so they’ll come back again and again. Since I didn’t plant any last fall, we can buy potted tulips that’ll come back again year after year. And I’ve decided that yellow tulips should be the main accent color. Bright yellow. Vivid yellow. Beautiful yellow tulips.”
Caitlyn groaned. Tulips? The one flower; the only flower she hoped to dissuade her mother from using.
“What’s wrong with you? A beautiful bright yellow will serve as the perfect accent color for the house’s brick face and black shutters. I even bought a gorgeous yellow spring wreath for the door.”
Caitlyn put her head in her hands.
“I think yellow will look stunning. They’re going to make our house stand out from all the others on the block. I even saw something similar in a magazine, and I’m telling you, the effect was beautiful.”
“Okay mom. I get it. You want yellow.”
“Yes. Yellow tulips. You used to love yellow tulips. They were your favorite flower.”
“Were is the operative word, Mom. Were.”
“What happened to change your mind?”
Caitlyn couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Jack happened.”
“I don’t understand.”
“He ruined everything.”
“Nonsense. How can a man ruin your favorite flower?”
Caitlyn groaned. “It’s not bad enough he works for a company I detest, but then he shows up out of nowhere to get his mitts on dad’s recipe behind my back. To top it all off, he brings me yellow tulips.”
“What?”
“I said Jack brought me yellow tulips.”
“No. Before that.”
“Dad’s recipe?’
No. Before that.”
“Jack works for Cunningham Coffee, Mom.” Caitlyn blew out an exasperated sigh.
“Oh honey, you’re thoroughly confused. About everything.” Her mother walked over to the table and sat next to her. She kept her voice low. “Tell me sweetie, did you insist Jack leave that morning he came to town, even though you love him, because you thought he still worked for that horrible company?”
Caitlyn nodded and bit her quivering bottom lip. “I can’t be with someone like that. Someone who works for people like that. What does that say about him?”
Her mother sat opposite her then reached across the kitchen table and squeezed both her hands. “Caitlyn, Jack doesn’t work for Cunningham Coffee anymore.” She handed Caitlyn a tissue.
She blotted her eyes. “No. He probably owns his own company now. He’s probably taking advantage of more people like they taught him to.”
“As a matter of fact he does operate his own company. Well, part of the company. He and I haven’t worked out all the details yet.”
Caitlyn stood and pushed her chair in, ignoring her mother’s comment. “If I know him, he’s closing every innocent, little store he can get his hands on.”
“You don’t know him at all do you?”
“What does that mean?” Caitlyn said.
“It means you better get ready to eat some crow!”
****
All You Need is Love can be purchased at AstraeaPress, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.
Cathy can be found at her website and on Facebook.