Monday, December 31, 2012

New Year's Resolution



Another year goes by, and we reflect on what our resolutions were last year. Now it's time to make new resolutions for 2013. What will be your resolutions for as a writer for this upcoming year?


-Write a novella?
-Write a full length novel?
-Write something in another genre? 
-Finish that story that gave you writer's block?
-Edit your NaNoWriMo project?
-Challenge yourself to write a 100,000 word book?
-Read more books?


Everyone has their own challenge these are my New Year's resolutions

-Finish my New Adult book series.
-Work on my query letter
-Submit to agents
-Land an agent
-Get a book deal
-Edit my NaNoWriMo
-Publish my dystopian trilogy
-Write a book over 150,000 words


I have my goals for this year and I hope to achieve half of them. I am wishing all of my writer friends the best with their writing and hope everyone has a happy and safe New Year!

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Submitted

I recently submitted the first ten pages of the first book in my trilogy to a publisher I would love to have publish my book.

I am such a nervous wreck. I have never really submitted anything in a while, but I don't really know the reaction from the publisher but I'm going to cross my fingers.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Cover Reveal: Dear Cassie by Lisa Burstein

After a prom night gone wild, now comes the time about one of Amy's friend Cassie. 



What if the last place you should fall in love is the first place that you do?
You’d think getting sent to Turning Pines Wilderness Camp for a month-long rehabilitation “retreat” and being forced to re-live it in this journal would be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.You’d be wrong.There’s the reason I was sent to Turning Pines in the first place: I got arrested. On prom night. With my two best friends, who I haven’t talked to since and probably never will again. And then there’s the real reason I was sent here. The thing I can’t talk about with the guy I can’t even think about. What if the moment you’ve closed yourself off is the moment you start to break open? But there’s this guy here. Ben. And the more I swear he won’t—he can’t—the deeper under my skin he’s getting. After the thing that happened, I promised I’d never fall for another boy’s lies.
And yet I can’t help but wonder…what if?






DEAR CASSIE Excerpt:
We kept walking on the lake trail, the bullfrogs croaking. There was also a humming in my ears from the nicotine.
 It could only be from the nicotine. It had nothing to do with being outside, at night, alone with Ben. It had nothing to do with Ben coming to the cabin and taking me instead of Nez and it definitely had nothing to do with the stars above us shining like they were the sky’s tiara. 
I stopped on the trail and looked up, taking them in, when all of a sudden bright colored lights exploded in the sky—fireworks, one after another, on top of each other, huge kaleidoscopes of light, like sparkling rainbow spiders.
“How did you know?” I asked, my voice going softer, like if I talked too loudly they would stop. It was so beautiful, after weeks of so much ugly. 
Ben turned to look at me, the colored lights in the sky turning his skin pink, blue, green. “I’m magic.” He shrugged.
I geared up to tell him to fuck off, because that was some corny-ass shit, but then I realized that he really kind of was. In that moment he was able to actually make me forget being me.
 “I would try to kiss you,” he said, “but I’m afraid you’d kick me in the balls.”
“I probably would.” I laughed, the sky filling with noisy color like paint launching from a giant popcorn popper. “But like I said, it wouldn’t be about you.”
“I guess I’ll have to figure out how to make it about me,” he said, taking off his boots and socks and standing. “Come on.”
“There is no way I am getting near that water again,” I said.
“I’ll make sure nothing happens to you,” he said, holding his hand out to help me up.
            I looked at his palm, open, waiting, just wanting to hold mine. For once, I didn’t think about anything except that there was a cute, sweet, smart-ass boy standing in front of me with his hand out.
I pulled off my boots and socks and took it.  
We stood at the lakeshore, our hands still clasped, the water licking our feet, fireworks decorating the sky.
I turned to him. He was looking up, his mouth open in wonder like he was trying to swallow the moment.
It was definitely one worth keeping.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Lisa Burstein is a tea seller by day and a writer by night. She received her MFA in Fiction from the Inland Northwest Center for Writers at Eastern Washington University. She lives in Portland, OR, with her very patient husband, a neurotic dog and two cats. Dear Cassie is her second novel.




Lisa On The Web


ALSO CONTEST
Lisa wants you guys to share diary entries of your favorite fictional characters with me. That’s right, choose ANY character from books, TV, movies, a cereal box and write a 500-750 length diary entry from their point of view.
Lisa  will choose the top 5 and then let the masses vote on their favorite. The favorite will be published in the final version of DEAR CASSIE. You read that right, published with the author’s name! The additional four will win $20 book buying gift cards.
So get diary-ing! Send you entries to prettyamystories@yahoo.com by January 1st!
Voting for the top 5 will begin January 7th, with the winner being announced January 14th!
Make sure to let your readers know, too! 

Sunday, December 09, 2012

Blog Tour: Hollywood Holiday by Sasha Summers





Want to read a romantic Holiday novel, then Hollywood Holiday is the book for you!






All she wants for Christmas is for Hollywood to love her again. But once she meets him, her Christmas list changes. Jen’s only Christmas wish: Hollywood falling back in love with her. Meeting ex-Marine Gunner was a bonus. She likes that he isn’t impressed by celebrities or the movie biz. She likes that he’s funny and sweet … and drop-dead gorgeous. And she loves that he has no idea who her alter-ego is: Jen Fleming, Hollywood bad-girl and paparazzi target number one. Why ruin an amazing affair when he’s leaving after the new year? But the closer they get, the harder she falls, and the more she wants to tell Gunner everything. Especially once he shares his secret with her. Her new Christmas wish: Gunner accepts and loves her for who she really is.




About the Author

Sasha is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, Hollywood, history, and travel. It’s no surprise that her books include a little of each. Her first play, ‘Greek Gods and Goddesses’ was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She’s been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she’s doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.




A giveaway for a paperback book of  Hollywood Holiday is on the Inkspell Website, check it out. And don't forget to read the first book in the series.





She wasn’t meant for movie stars, Hollywood, or happy endings. And then she met him. Happy Endings are for fairy tales. Or the movies. Not for real life. At least, not in Claire’s life. Even though she’s starting over, she knows better than to want to much this time. But when she falls, literally, into the strong arms of Hollywood’s ‘it’ boy Josh Wiley, Claire’s in for some surprises. Her plans for rest and relaxation are forgotten as one incredible night with Josh becomes two… And her heart begins to want him as much as her body. Will two kids, one bastard ex-husband, and Josh’s juggernaut career mean the end of their affair? Or can Claire find her happy endingafter all?







I was given and eARC of the book, and I absolutely adored this story. It had sensual elements and filled my need for an enchanting read for the Holidays!

Book Excerpt

“Jenny?”

I groaned and turned my face into the soft cotton I was sleeping against. I inhaled deeply. And my nostrils were filled with the most delicious smell ever: man, soap, shaving gel, sunshine…a wonderful, vaguely familiar, amazingly yummy smell.

I opened my eyes, then sat upright. “Hi.”

Airplane.

Gunner.

Freak fit.

He’s so hot.

The clasp of my charm bracelet hung on his shirt. “Sorry.” I disentangled the chain.
“It’s fine.” He smiled. “We’re getting ready to land.”

“Really?” I asked. “Sorry for using you as my pillow.” I chewed my lip. He was a very, very nice pillow.

His eyes were crazy blue when he looked at me. “I didn’t mind.”

“Oh,” I said, a huge smile rising up. He didn’t mind.

His smile grew. Dimple.

“You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met.”

“I am? Why do you say that?”

“Because I’ve been…unhinged for most of this trip. I mean, you’re here, you know it’s true. And instead of asking to move or having the Air Marshall restrain me, you hold my hand and talk to me and let me sleep on you.”

“I did ask if I could move, but they said no.”

I stared at him. He started laughing again. I leveled a glare at him then. “Maybe you’re not the nicest guy.”

He cleared his throat. “I don’t think I want to be the nicest guy.”

“Why not?” I didn’t have enough nice people in my life. I missed nice people. “What’s wrong with being nice?”

“Nice guys finish last.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Or something like that.”

“I like nice guys.”

“Oh, well, that’s good. Then maybe I am a nice guy.” He cleared his throat again. His whole demeanor changed, almost like he was bracing for something. “I thought maybe I could call you later, when we’re in LA. Maybe we could…go out?”

Contain the smile, Jen. Act cool. My heart was thundering as I asked, “After I was all crazy? Really?”

“Really.” He laughed, shrugging. “If you want to.”

I did. So want. Definitely. But now was not the right time. “I’d like to, but…“
“But you have a boyfriend.”

“No, I—”

You’re not interested?”

Man, his eyes are blue. “It’s not that either…” I mumbled to a stop. He was staring at my mouth.

But…?” he prompted.

“Timing.” I sucked in a breath as the airplane began to descend. We were landing and I’d just given him the lamest excuse. “I’m kind of in a bad place right now…”

He was watching me, looking a little confused. “Okay.”

“My career."

He nodded.

I wanted him to know that if things weren’t as messed up as they were for me, I would date him in a heartbeat. I mean, I wanted to date him. I wanted to see that smile and those gorgeous blue eyes again. But I knew I shouldn’t want to, because I had way too much baggage for a guy like this. He deserved better. I tried to explain without dumping too much information on him.

“I’m between jobs right now. Every second of my day has to be about that.” That still sounded like an excuse—a really pathetic excuse.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

We landed with a bounce, the wheels screeching on the tarmac. I gripped the arms of the seat until we were cruising down the runway toward the airport. We were in LA. We were…home. This was good. I’d get off the plane alive.
But it was also bad because that meant goodbye to Gunner.

He stared at the back of the seat and I stared at him. He smiled at me once or twice, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was losing something good. I fiddled with my charm bracelet.

What am I doing? He’s sweet and funny and gorgeous. And he had no idea who I was…or rather what the world thought I was. With him, I was just Jenny. And yes, I had a lot of…unpleasantness to deal with, but didn’t everyone? So why didn’t I deserve a good thing? I
mean, after everything I’d been through, it was my turn for something good. And Gunner was, I just knew, something good.

“I’d like to go out with you,” I said.

“But…?”

I shook my head. “No buts. I’d really like to see you again.”

He smiled, his eyebrows arching. “Okay.”

“Okay.” I smiled, delightfully aware of the warm tingles that his smile elicited.