Excited to share Dana Mason's new book release - "Precious Embrace" on July 11th

I got to be a beta reader for this book, her second in the series (Dangerous Embrace was the first) and I loved it. A great love story with an edge. Check it out!!

 “A new love, a missing child, a family found.”

Synopsis:

A second divorce and a new baby wasn’t the vision Alison Hayes had for her future. Now a single mother with two young boys, she wants to focus on her kids and what’s left of her stagnant career.

When Detective Johnny Rhay Bennett breezes into her life with his country-boy accent, she wants to run. She doesn’t need another man in her life, or another reason to make people talk. But when her worst nightmare becomes a reality, Johnny is the only person who can pull Ali out of her despair, forcing her to stay strong and not give up hope of finding her missing child.

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Who falls in love after a one-night stand? Johnny Rhay doesn’t believe it’s possible until it happens to him. With Nashville in his rear-view mirror, he’s determined to convince Alison she loves him too, even if it means moving to the West Coast.

Ali’s not easy, and she’s living on just this side of bitter after her divorce, but Johnny doesn’t care. He’s up for the challenge. At least, he believes he’s up for it until baby Micah is stolen right out from under his nose. Now Johnny has to keep it together and get that sweet little boy home safe before his dreams of having a family vanish too.

Author info:

Dana Mason starting writing to prove to her computer geek husband and her math & science geek kids that she actually has a brain; it’s just a right functioning brain instead of a left. She’s lived all over the country and uses that experience in her writing and character studies. Her debut novel, Dangerous Embrace is the first in a contemporary romance series about a group of friends from Northern California who learn just how short life can be when you don’t hold on to what’s important.

When not writing, Dana specializes in professional development and training. She’s also a board member on the local Art’s Council and does what she can to support the art community.

Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17731156-precious-embrace

Cover Designer: Okay Creations http://www.okaycreations.com/

 

Author Links:

Website: http://danamasonromance.com/

Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/danamasonromance

Twitter: https://twitter.com/danamason06

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dana-Mason/e/B009MDSGH0/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Publisher Author Page: http://www.sapphirestarpublishing.com/danamason

The Next Big Thing - Counterfeit Chemistry

Author Natasha Alexander tagged me to answer the following questions about my work in progress as part of The Next Big Thing meme. Be sure to read Natasha's answers about her novel, Moon Beach Magic, here: http://natasha.edcentric.org/2013/03/22/the-next-big-thing/
 
What is the working title of your next book?  
Counterfeit Chemistry Where did the idea come from for the book?
Two years ago, I wrote a short story from a writing prompt about Jessie, a young divorced mother. She stayed in my mind until I figured out how to expand her story. I meshed her search for love with something that I wanted to alert readers about, and came up with Jessie inadvertently stumbling into the middle of a counterfeit drug operation in a small town.

What genre does your book fall under?
Mystery/suspense with a romantic subplot – a good story to immerse yourself in for a mini-vacation.

What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?
A young Meg Ryan for Jessie. The gorgeous chef would be Orlando Bloom. 

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? The story of a young divorced woman who suspects that a local pharmacy, owned by her mother’s boyfriend, is not only purchasing drugs from the grey marked, but is selling them on the street, and when she sets out to prove it, finds her life and the lives of her mother and her six-year-old son in danger.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
I’ll pitch it to agents when it’s done, and hope to entice one into taking it on. (Well, a girl can dream!) If not, the self-published route would work, as an e-book and/or paperback.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of the story?                                                  I
I started this manuscript in November last year and am at the half-way point now, about 44,000 words, so have a ways to go.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Nora Roberts, Debbie Macomber, and Susan Wiggs all have authored books with a heroine looking for love but somehow getting herself caught up in a mystery that pushes her into dangerous territory. The outcome of my story shows her which man is worthy of her trust. 

Who or what inspired you to write this book?
As a pharmacist, I wanted to show the dangers of buying medication through the internet or the grey-market. I read the book Dangerous Doses by Katherine Eban and knew I wanted to incorporate that theme into my story. Plus, I’m a romantic at heart, so a love struggle was a must.

What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?                                                       
Many US citizens purchase their prescription medications off the internet where integrity cannot be validated and the drugs they receive can be deliberately and fraudulently mislabeled with respect to identity, purity, and/or source. The FDA estimates that counterfeit drugs make up more than 10% of the global medicines market and this number in increasing.

Sabrina the Great

 Writing Prompt - craft a story using the following:

–Sabrina had rhinestones around the scarlet rims of her glasses and painted portraits of chairs.
–Bob (“call me Robert”) collected musical instruments and made a few himself.
–They had three cats: Doctor Boson, Pico, and Dick Fosbury.
–At their wedding in 2005, he ran off with her maid of honor.  Sabrina ran off to Bali.
What future can they possibly have?

Sabrina sat serenely at the round table in the center of the small darkened room with her eyes closed. Three cats perched in the other three chairs circling the table draped in a scarlet floor-length cloth. Doctor Boson wore a small white beret, his ears sticking through slits in the fabric. A red bolo looped several times around Pica’s neck as she sat demurely waiting for a signal from her owner. Dick Fosbury wore a floppy hat that drooped to the side and an expression of complete boredom as he licked his front paw.

Around them, the walls were adorned with painted portraits of chairs, Sabrina’s compulsive hobby since Bob, a furniture  builder by trade, left her standing at the alter in 2005. A wooden flute, one of Bob’s favorite from his collection of musical instruments was positioned in the center of the table next to the pulsing globe. 

The rhinestones around the scarlet rims of Sabrina’s glasses glittered in the dim light cast from the globe. Bracelets jangled at her wrists when she positioned her hands around the orb, causing all three cats to look at her expectantly. As she circled her hands around it, the globe became brighter, lighting up the room in flashes of bright colors. When it finally settled into a blue hue, she peered into its depths.

 She saw Bob sitting in a bar with Becky, her ex-best friend and her maid of honor. “Robert,” she said. “I don’t know why you’re so afraid of her.”

“Because I know she’s cast some sort of spell on me. I can’t hammer a nail without hitting my thumb, I’ve forgotten how to read music, and, well, you know what’s happened in the bedroom.” 

“It’s only temporary. Stop worrying,” Becky replied uneasily remembering the note she received last month from Sabrina.

Sabrina patted the flute and giggled with glee. The money she spent studying with Tara the Great when she vacationed in Bali was paying off.

Writing Prompt - Galumping

Use the following words together in a story:

 Remara Bearwafter

      Steamroller    Envelope

   Secrets       Food fight

The Bullied One

La la la Remara
Said the kids taunting her
Ba ba ba Bearwafter
Echoed their cruel laughter
Food fight junk of her life
Flies around her bleak world
While its harsh steamroller
Flattens her weak envelope
Crushing the secret hope
Of happy acceptance

Yet another writing prompt

Ann's writing prompt:
Here are some stereotypical character traits of the handsome romantic hero that have already been established for this character:
–single male
–mid-thirties
–dark wavy hair
–broad shoulders
–far-away stare
–BA in Geology
–works as a construction contractor
–built his own unique home in the hills north of Portland, Oregon
–favors well broken-in jeans, tee shirts, beat-up running shoes
–his name is Hank
Your challenge is to put Hank into a scene where it becomes obvious that he is not a stereotype at all, but someone full of surprises.


Hank rolled his broad shoulders and leaned forward against the kitchen island, stretching out the hamstring on each leg. He loved running along the trails in Forest Park. Today’s rainstorm hadn’t bothered him. The grey overcast rainy days of Portland were his favorite– they suited his mood. Today he’d made time for a quick run before dinner, and since it was cooler than usual, he’d had the trails all to himself. The heavy mat of fir needles covering the path gave a spring to his step and the air smelled clean and freshly scrubbed of all the big-city odors.

He kicked off his beat-up running shoes and picked up the set of rolled drawings, spreading them out on the counter-top, and gazed at the design. The house was coming along on schedule, although slightly over budget. The owners had picked a challenging lot in the West Hills to build their new home. As a General Contractor specializing in that area, he was in high demand, not only because of the unique contemporary-designed homes he built, but because of his degree in Geology.

Hank was an expert in dealing with any potential problems that the fault line running the length of the West Hills presented. He’d engineered the complicated building site, calling for the foundation to be reinforced with re-bar, and for concrete pilings to be driven deep into the ground. He situated the home perfectly to maximize its stability and to take advantage of the views of the Willamette River. Although he was one of the younger General Contractors in the city at thirty two, he had a stellar reputation and clients had faith in him. It didn’t hurt that he had built and lived in a unique chrome and glass house in the hills along the fault line also.

He ran a hand through his dark wavy hair and glanced at his watch.  He had two hours to get ready. Tonight his usual well-worn jeans and tee shirt attire would give way to something more suited for his destination.

He reached for his cell phone when the “Y-M-C-A” ringtone played. He got kidded about that a lot, but he liked the Village People.

 “Hey, there’s a bunch of us meeting for a drink downtown around six-ish at Kell’s Irish Pub,” said Stephanie, his assistant. “You wanna join us?”

“No, I’ve got other plans,” he said, “But thanks for asking.”

“You sure? Jeannine will be there.”

“Yep, I’m sure. I’ll see you Monday.” Stephanie was always trying to set him up with a date. He did his best to discourage her, but she still tried. He stared off into the distance. It would take someone pretty understanding to put up with him, his hectic work schedule, not to mention his hobbies.

He came back to the present and headed for the shower. He practiced a few dance moves as he sauntered down the hallway.

Two hours later, Hank parked in the lot behind the well-known downtown building and carefully exited the car. He straightened his clothes before opening the door to a room full of noise, music and lights.

“Henrietta,” called another patron. “Over here.”

He carefully smoothed his red sequined gown, pushed a curl from the long brunette wig behind his ear, careful to not disturb the dangling earring clipped there, and sashayed over to the table. “Hi, Darcelle,” he said to Portland’s oldest drag queen. “Looks like business is booming tonight.”

Writing Prompt

Ann Linquist was my first and most favorite writing instructor. I follow her blog and participate in her writing prompts when I can. Here is her latest writing challenge:

Someone is soon to arrive.The room is ten by twelve. The walls are freshly painted in a flat ivory latex. The floor looks like wooden planks but is actually a laminate that does not stain, chip, or peel. There is one window that has white plastic miniblinds.  One light is embedded in the ceiling. A single bed is made up with white sheets, one pillow, and two flannel blankets, one olive green and the other navy blue. Someone has drawn a picture of a face on the ivory wall. Who's coming? 

The smiling woman squeezed her hand as she led her into the small room. “And here’s where you’ll sleep.”

Lorena was momentarily blinded by the brilliant whiteness of the space as the early evening sunlight bounced off the walls. She sucked in a deep breath and coughed.

“Oh, I’m sorry; we just finished painting it this morning when we heard you were coming. The smell will go away soon.” The lady hurried across the room, raised the mini-blinds, and slid open the window as wide as it would go. “We’ll just air it out while we have dinner.”

Lorena stood staring at the starkness of the space. A single bed with a  navy blue blanket hugged the wall. The floor reminded her of the doctor’s office she’d just come from.

“Tomorrow we’ll get a dresser, a rug, and a pretty bedspread with matching curtains. And some new clothes, too,” the lady said looking at the shopping bag clutched in the girls arms. “You can leave your bag on the bed while we have dinner; it will be fine.”

 Lorena hugged the torn shopping bag to her chest-it contained all her possessions.Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small drawing on the wall by the head of the bed and she stepped closer to inspect it. Dora the Explorer. She’d had a Dora the Explorer backpack once, but it had been stolen. Or maybe her mom had sold it to buy more drugs. She didn’t know.

“Oh, my daughter Mandy must have stuck that on the wall for you. It’s a peel-off sticker, so you can take it down if you don’t like it. It’s Mandy’s favorite cartoon character. She’s anxious to meet you.”

Lorena heard a soft meow and turned towards the door. A blonde girl her age stood smiling shyly at her, holding a white kitten in her arms. “You want to pet Snowball? She’s my new kitty?”

“Lorena, this is Mandy. She has the bedroom right next to you.”

“Do you like Dora?” Mandy asked.

Lorena nodded. “Si.”

“You want to come see my Dora stuff?” Mandy asked.

Maybe living in a Foster Home would be better than living with her mom and the different men who came to their place each night–the men she hid in the closet to escape from.

Lorena smiled, set her bag on the bed, and followed Mandy out of the room.

If you want to read the vastly different responses to this writing prompt click on:
http://annlinquist.wordpress.com/2013/01/21/someone-is-soon-to-arrive/