I’m working on edits for my second book in my Trouble with Men Series – The Trouble with Scarecrows. And one of the biggest challenges I’ve had with this book is my female protagonist, Brenda Fisher. If you’ve read Book 1, The Trouble with Snowmen, then you know she is the antagonist in that story. So I’ve been working with this character since early 2012.
I’ve created some pretty mean, selfish, female characters over the years, but Brenda started out as one of the most self-centered personalities I’ve ever imagined. Which made her tons of fun to write! When I started writing Book 2, I thought I had to stick to her true nasty nature in the beginning and then give her a fabulous massive character arc – like in the story, A Christmas Carol, she would be my Scrooge!
But as Book 2 progressed (I finished the rough draft February 2013) and critique partners started reading and commenting, I found I had a major problem. Brenda made people angry – they hated her. Lol. Not good for the heroine. Even if she does redeem herself by the end of the book, it was too late.
Since then, Brenda has gone through a lot of changes. She still has an edge, but I feel she also has heart. And although she has been through the ringer (My editor read Book 2 first and said I’d better make some changes in Book 1 if she was going to become a heroine – so I even had to make changes for her there.) it molded her into a dynamic woman with many layers. And after everything, I can easily say that Brenda Fisher (Fishlips) is my favorite character I have ever created.
Love and Laughter,
The Trouble with Snowmen (Book 1 Trouble with Men) Available now in eBook – Print coming soon.
The Trouble with Scarecrows (Book 2 Trouble with Men) April 2016
I am participating in this years Year End Splash Party at The Romance Reviews. They have more than 300 participating authors and publishers and more than 300 prizes during November (including an eBook copy of The Trouble with Snowmen). Grand prize is an Amazon Kindle Fire HD7 sponsored by Blushing Books.
All you have to do to play the games and be eligible to win is register for free and be logged in at TRR. (They need you to register to keep track of your points.) My question will be up Nov 2, from 12:00am EST to 11:59pm EST.
Love and Laughter,
Happy Halloween Everyone! I am giving away my romantic comedy/ghost story October 27, 2015 – October 31, 2015.
Ghosts, Mystery, and Fashion. Can this diva solve her own murder, or will she be stuck in limbo forever?
After recovering from the shock of seeing her own dead body, (still dressed to kill from last night’s party) fashion model, Jaclyn Jade, discovers she’s a ghost with a choice. She can either immediately go back to Hell, do nothing and stay in limbo, or find the reason she fell short of grace and advance to Heaven.
Because she was murdered, Jaclyn hopes that finding her killer will unravel this mystery. With the help of a timid closet-psychic who can speak to the dead, and a handsome, yet arrogant, ghost of a man from the roaring 20s, her search for answers initiates a quirky journey of self-discovery. Personalities, eras, and worlds collide as this mismatched trio race against time to solve the mystery of Jaclyn’s Ghost.
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She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, loosening her jaw, before she spoke. “You can’t be serious. Marriage is no longer something we can consider.”
He stood far away, at the other end of the long, formal dining room table. She couldn’t believe how handsome he looked now: tall, regal. She had fallen in love with him when he’d thought he was so hideous he had to hide. But his compassion and heart were so big it had swept her away. So she wasn’t surprised by his proposal even if it was a bit insane.
“I love you,” he said. “I want you to be my wife.”
“I know you love me. I love you, too. But we have to face facts. You have to accept this. You shouldn’t even be feeding me. Look at me. What kind of bride would I be?”
“A beautiful one. When I was beastly, you saw something inside me and loved me for me. I love you for you. I know who you are on the inside.”
The rancid taste in her mouth distracted her for a second. Was it from the meal she’d just had or her own tongue? What did he say? He was comparing them. “But I’m not like you. You were cursed by a witch. I’m–”
“Doesn’t matter.” He slammed his fist down on the table, making everything on it jolt. “If I have to, I’ll use every last cent I have to find a cure.”
“You’re not listening to me.” She tried to stand up but the chains around waist stopped her. It took a second to remember why she was chained to a chair. Oh yeah, that’s right; dinner had taken a little too long last night. When she was hungry, nothing else fit in her head. If it hadn’t been for the butler with the Taser, they wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. “Sweetheart,” she said sweetly, trying to calm him, “There’s no cure for dead.”
“Maybe one of my tears, or a potion of some sort … or maybe a kiss.”
“Right,” she said with a roll of her eyes. They stuck like that for a second until she shook her head to get them straight again. “You’re going to kiss me? Do I even have lips, anymore?” Just as she pushed out her tongue to feel for lips, a twinge in her head stopped her. What was she doing?
“There’s got to be something. But first, we will get married.” He walked beside the table toward her, stopping halfway, a hint of fear in his eyes.
The fact that he was obviously scared of her didn’t upset her, didn’t really faze her. Something else came to mind. Hunger. The hunger didn’t feel the way it had when she’d been alive. This hunger was in her head. It rumbled, it stirred, it wanted, it hurt …
But she’d just ate an entire plate of … Who? Where was the maid? Had he …? The sudden spasm in her head caused her to let out a moan.
He was saying, “I mean, we can’t really have a honeymoon right now. We’ll postpone it until later. When you’re better. But please let me prove my love and devotion to you.”
It had been a delicate, light meal tonight. She tried to remember how many more maids were in the house. A series of intense, sharp pain ricocheted inside her head. She held onto it with both hands for a second.
Her brain pulsed and rumbled. Wait? What was this house? Who lived here anyway? Who was this stranger walking closer to her? He was so close – she sniffed the air – and luscious. Her mouth watered, and all she wanted was one little taste, one little nibble.
“Right after the ceremony, I will hire the best researchers on the planet …”
She tried to get up, but for some reason she couldn’t move. She tried again, and again, and again. The hunger pains moved down to behind her eyes, making her have to squint to see the delicious meal that was igniting her senses.
“So? What do you say? Will you marry me?”
The food was right there in front of her now. Maybe if she stretched out her arms as far as she could, she’d be able to reach it. All she needed was a one bite to make this unbearable torture end.
“Oh, Beauty. I don’t know. But you did just eat, so I guess one hug, to seal the deal, would be okay …”