Ellie Heller – Ginny’s Capture
Please welcome a very special friend, Ellie Heller! Ellie is one of the wonderful, funny, and lovely ladies over at the ERAuthors Crit group AND, as of this week, a newbie author at Noble Romance! Her first book, Ginny’s Capture, was released through Noble on February 27th so she’s experiencing all of the joys and excitements of this happy, happy event.
If you don’t know Ellie, it is my pleasure to introduce her to you.
Ellie, thanks for being here today! Can you tell the readers a little about yourself, when and why did you start writing?
I stated writing in the fifth grade when my english teacher, Mrs. Dora, would put up writing prompts and say we could write either a fiction or non-fiction response. I created a character, an intergalatic space alien, whose story revolved around the prompts. Needless to say the story line had no coherency, but I had a lot of fun.
Does listening to music and/ or looking at images influence on your writing?
Typically, I don’t like listening to music when I write. Not big on images either, although once I have my characters set in my head, I’ll sometimes look for an image online which matches my mental write-up. My largest influence is odd things I see in everyday life. Like why would a casket company have a barbed wire fence? Why is that cop standing in the paper recyling dumpster sorting through papers? Why would an ambulance stop, lights flashing, in the middle of a forest preserve with no other vehicles around?
Any favorite authors? Who inspired you when you were young? And now?
Wow, favorite authors is hard. I read across a variety of genres. I do, however, have the following authors on my auto-buy list: Sharon Shinn, Tamora Pierce, Julia Quinn and Shelly Laurenston (both as herself and G.A. Aiken). Inpsiration when I was younger would have been Craig Shaw Gardner, Anne McCaffery, Robin McKinley and Patricia McKillip. Today, would have to be my father. He started to do print making in his sixties and found his passion for all too breif a time.
Do you ever get stalled in the middle of a story? If so how do you get past it?
All the fracking time. One, I try NOT to stop stumped. Which means, for me, not staying up late to write that one last scene which is in my head. Wait and write it in the morning. Two, when I can I set the story aside for a week, then look at it with fresh eyes. I try to igure out why the characters are in the place they’re at in the story, and I then ask myself is that where they want/need to be (or am I going to have to redo the whole story line?) Or, more often, do I need this scene or can I skip at and sprinkle in any ‘needed’ information later? For instance, I had started what turned into Ginny’s Capture several times. It wasn’t until someone pointed me in the direction the Lesbian vs Zombie call that I had the ‘aha!’ and realized I had the wrong love interest for her. J
Who has been your favorite character to write to date and why?
I think that’d be Gert, from Gotta Get Gert, my first ever complete novel (which I don’t ever plan to have see the light of day!). After working on the story for so long and learning so much about her snippy sacrcastic self it’s hard to let her go. I do have to say, I’m rather fond of many of my heros too. Nic, Monroe, Aiden, Frank, Oh! Wait, I changed my mind. Randall, the Puck, is my favorite ‘cause he’s so innordinately fun to write. The fact that he costumes his barrell shaped body for every encounter is only half of it.
Quick fire questions:
Favorite color: Red.
Satin or Lace: Um, I’m a cotton kind of girl, to be honest. Athough, if you’d asked latex or leather…nah, still cotton.
Most attractive part of the body: Smile.
Pantser or Plotter: Start out as pantster with an idea/image/scene (see above!), but quickly morph to plotter.
Favorite place to write: Recliner at home with the dogs nearby.
Thanks so much for playing along with me today Ellie! Before I let you go could you tell everyone what projects you’re working on?
I just had my first ever published story come out from Noble Romance. Ginny’s Capture is a novella from their Lesbian vs Zombie series. A bit of a break of the status quo for me, as I do write stories with lesbian characters, just not typically as the protagonist. And a bit of the same old, same old. Comtemporary fantasy with a romance and happily-ever-after.
Two years ago Deidra Montague royally screwed up with Guinevere. Now Dee secretly works for the fae council, breaking up potential zombie swarms, while Ginny–a mortal–attends grad school, preparing for a career helping survivors of zombie attacks. Even apart, Dee still watches over Ginny. How could she not, after learning that the woman she betrayed has been blessed as her mate? Now students from Ginny’s school are dropping out in alarming numbers and turning up infected with the zombie virus. When Dee finds out, she decides it’s time to extract her mate from the mounting peril. Only she arrives to find Ginny in the thick of things, trying to solve the problem herself. Just like old times. With drugged-up zombies everywhere, casket sales on the rise, and saccharine bubblegum pop constantly playing in the background, Dee decides it’s time to lay her heart on the line. Because she’s the only one who’s going to capture Ginny.
Buy Link: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/399/Ginny’s-Capture
Currently I’m editing, and getting ready to submit, the first book in a seven book romantic contemporary fantasy series. Hope to have more news on my progress this fall.
Thank you so much having me here today, Renee. Hanging out with you was a blast as always.
You can find me on the web at http://elliewrites2.wordpress.com I also have been posting frequently on the Lesbian vs Zombie Blog: http://lvsz.wordpress.com .
The Censorgasm
As with my previous post, reblogging, reposting, or excerpting with proper accreditation is not only permitted, but encouraged.
Over the last ten days, distributor after distributor has fallen prey to PayPal and major credit card companies, who seem to have decided “Enough’s enough” when it comes to what informed, consenting adults can buy and sell using their own money.The problem, it turns out, boils down to covers that reveal too much and tag words…
H.C. Brown – A Tryst of Fate
I’m happy to say I have H.C. Brown back visiting today to give us another glimpse into the woman behind the words, and to talk about her newest release A Tryst of Fate. Welcome back H.C., it’s great to have you here today!
Click here to see her previous visit and another great work, Lord & Master
You answered a few questions on your last visit, but a dynamic individual such as yourself has so much to share. So, to start this off, could you tell us what attracted you to writing Erotic Romance and what is your favorite sub-genre?
H.C.- Wow! This is difficult because I love writing all my genres, the more the merrier. I love fantasy because there are no restrictions and I can write them fast. Historical, I love ‘living’ in the era searching court documents and other historical documents to enhance my stories. The same goes with BDSM, I can wallow in each flavor of my stories in complete contentment.
What has been your biggest joy in your professional life as an author?
H.C. The first contract was crazy but I must say the nomination in three categories of the 2011 TRS CAPA awards blew my mind. To think the reviewers considered my work worthy of being on a nominees list beside some of the famous bestselling authors made me feel very humble indeed.
Wow, that’s a huge accomplishment! To be nominated for awards to doing what your passionate about must be an exhilarating honor!
Out of the publication process, what have you found to be your biggest challenge?
H.C. This will sound strange but after my first published book, I decided a backlist was a priority. I write very fast and I write every day. My biggest challenge was to slow down to a writing schedule before I burnt myself out. I want to weave long and interesting tales and stretch my writing deeper into more genres—have more adventure with some comic relief. So, I stepped back a little and now take the time to make sure every word sings. I want my readers to be with me every step of the story and to experience every emotion of my characters.
Outside of the Romance genre, what is your favorite type of story to write?
My Muse is pushing a fantasy adventure at the moment—perhaps a series, there will be a touch of romance but I see battles and new worlds to conquer. I’m looking at 80 + K.
In your latest release, which character would you most want to take out for a drink and why?
Colt Daniels, millionaire art dealer six-five built like a linebacker and gorgeous – why * coughs discretely* to chat about art of course
Thanks for answering those long question, now how about some fun shorties?
Quick fire questions:
Favorite ice cream: chocolate chip
Garters and silk stalkings or Nude: Nude
Perfect clothes for man? (suite/tie, nude, etc): Naked, hair ruffled, breathing heavily, smooth flesh with a slight sheen of sweat.
Super hero or bad boy: Bad boy— I married a bad boy and he is VERY bad.
Favorite quote:
“If I die before I say ‘I love you’ it’s because I didn’t have the time.”
What a great quote! Thank you for giving us another little peek into your writerly world. Would you care to share a little something about your newest book now?
Blurb
After inheriting a Georgian house in Berkley Square, London, Colt Daniels, millionaire art dealer, finds himself obsessed by a portrait of the home’s former owner, Lord Alexander Swift.
During a conversation with author, Jake Williams, Colt discovers Lord Swift and his cousin had mysteriously disappeared from the cellar one evening, shortly after Alexander’s illicit affair with the rogue, David Fitzhugh. Jake reveals Colt bears a remarkable resemblance to Fitzhugh.
Colt decides to investigate Alexander’s strange disappearance and ventures into his cellar late one night to look for a secret passageway. When his flashlight fails, Colt finds himself transported back in time to 1775 and there he comes face to face with the man of his dreams— Lord Alexander Swift.
Watch the book trailer here:
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Colt Daniels lifted his bidder’s card. “Thirty thousand.”
“The bid is thirty thousand pounds. Come now, ladies and gentlemen, this portrait of Lord Alexander Swift by Benjamin West is dated 1775 and is in extraordinarily fine condition.” The auctioneer at Sotheby’s surveyed the silent crowd with a critical gaze.
Taking a casual pose, Colt flicked his gaze to the opposing bidder. The man in the slick Italian business suit met his gaze with a slow smile. Colt lifted his chin and stared at the painting. From the moment he had laid eyes on the portrait of the handsome young man in the Sotheby’s catalogue, he had wanted to buy the painting. Lord Alexander Swift’s troubled gaze held a distant loneliness, as if reaching out to Colt across the centuries.
A strange twist of fate had brought him to London in the form of an inheritance on his thirtieth birthday… A distant relative had bequeathed him the townhouse once owned by Lord Swift in Berkeley Square. Over the past year, he had restored the house to its former glory and now he required this painting to complete the task. During the years Lord Swift had owned the property, the painting had hung at the top of the stairs, facing the front door. For some unexplained reason, Colt had a compelling desire to finish the house by restoring the painting to its original position, in time for the anniversary of Alexander’s death on June fourth.
“Forty thousand.” The man in the suit lifted his bidder’s card.
Colt sighed. With his fortune to back him and the prestige of being the owner of some of the most famous galleries around the world, he rarely had people bid against him for very long. They should know better. If Colt Daniels wanted a painting, Colt Daniels would go to any price to secure a purchase. He cleared his throat. “Seventy thousand pounds.” He shot the opposing bidder a cold stare.
After the usual pause, the hammer came down and Colt moved to the clerk to settle the account. “Have it shipped to 42 Berkeley Square, Mayfair.” He turned and strolled back to the painting to gaze at Alexander.
Warmth pooled around Colt’s heart. He reached out to touch the man’s pale cheeks, tracing a finger over the long blond curls, tied back in a queue. The young man appeared to be about eighteen in the portrait, slight of build with delicate features, yet Colt’s research revealed West had completed the portrait on Swift’s twenty-fifth birthday, the day he had inherited great wealth and lands from his father. Colt rubbed his chin. One would think His Lordship should be overjoyed on such an occasion, and yet Alexander’s blue gaze followed him with heart-wrenching sadness.
“West has captured the essence of his subject, don’t you think?”
Colt turned to see Business Suit gazing at him with a friendly smile. “Essence?”
“My name is Jake Williams. You may have heard of me?” replied Business Suit in a cultured Boston accent.
“Can’t say that I have, sorry.”
“Ah—so you don’t know about the letters.” Jake Williams inclined his head toward the portrait. “The love letters between Alexander and the Honorable David Fitzhugh. In a time when the crime of sodomy held the death penalty, to write love letters to a man… my God, can you imagine the implications?”
Colt straightened his shoulders. “You have these letters?”
“I most certainly do! Copies of the original documents are in my book, The Gay Lords.” Jake took a card from his jacket and gave it to Colt. “I know you’re restoring Alexander’s house; perhaps we could meet over lunch and I’ll give you the details I didn’t put into print.”
In truth, Colt craved information about Alexander. Living in the young lord’s house and seeing each room as if through Alexander’s eyes, Swift had become his obsession. With a laugh, he met Jake’s hazel eyes. “I’m free now.”
“Great, how about having lunch at The Square? It’s a great restaurant.” Jake smiled. “We can walk from here.”
“Sure.” Colt followed him out of the foyer into the busy street and they turned in the direction of Bruton Street. “So how did you come by the letters?”
“I bought them, along with a few other sundry items, at an auction—in Boston, of all places!” Jake fell into step beside Colt. “At first I thought they were written by a woman until I researched the names. Most of them begin with ‘my love’ or ‘my dearest’, so until I took note of the addressee… well, what a bombshell.”
“How did the letters end up in the States?”
“I believe, due to the anti-sodomite movement at the time, Fitzhugh took flight to America.” Jake sighed. “Of course, there is no proof he fled England under suspicion of sodomy. Nothing I researched points to him having a gay lover during his life. I do know he joined the colonists in the War of Independence and died in Boston in 1790.” He stopped outside a bookstore. “Look, I’ll grab a copy of my book. You must see the portrait of David Fitzhugh.”
Colt stared into the shop window, his gaze not focusing on any item. His mind reeled. Even in this enlightened world, homophobia caused misery and distrust. He reflected on his own youth. Sure, he had taken his share of beatings from the local thugs, but now at six-five and built like a linebacker, no one crossed him. On the contrary, the beatings and the snide remarks, had made him more resolute to succeed in everything he did. He respected love in all forms. Gay, straight—who the fuck cared as long as that wonderful connection happened between two consenting adults? He almost felt sorry for people who could not see love if it hit them smack in the face. So many refused to recognize or understand that the sweet love between two men, or women for that matter, held the same deep emotion as straight love. Anger welled from deep inside fueled by the oppression he knew Alexander would have endured during his life. Those twisted sons-of-bitches would not have understood how cruel they were to deny the freedom to express love without prejudice.
In Alexander’s time, for a gentleman to touch a man’s arm or cast a suggestive look could lead to prosecution for sodomy, a hanging offense. God knows, in those days they used the sodomy accusation to destroy many people’s lives.
“You gotta see this.” Jake thrust a book into Colt’s hand. “Kinda spooky, don’t you think?”
Colt gazed down at the glossy illustration. A trickle of ice slid down his spine. The portrait of the Honorable David Fitzhugh depicted a tall, muscular man with dark flowing hair—and the royal blue eyes that stared back at him were his own.
Buy link: https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/a-tryst-of-fate-ebook-p-744
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