Friday, June 4, 2010

Review: Only the Lonely

Only the Lonely by Susan Gabriel

Black Velvet Seductions, 2010

In my humble opinion, the literary landscape these days features far too many vampires. It's not that I don't appreciate a skillfully crafted blood-drinker. I'm just frustrated by both the lack of originality and the lack of depth that I see in most vampire-themed romance and erotica.

Susan Gabriel's Only the Lonely caught my attention when the author posted a chapter on her blog. That first chapter was dark as espresso and smooth as jazz. It really drew me in.

Summer Solstice makes her living as the witty, sympathetic and seductive host of the late night radio talk show “Only the Lonely”. Monday through Friday nights she invites all the sad and solitary folk in the city to call and share their stories. Summer's good at her job, partially because she understands what it's like to be alone. She has no family and few friends other than her tattooed and pierced sound engineer Melody. In her thirty years, she has taken lovers, but she has never been in love.

Summer is a Perceiver, a mortal with the ability to recognize the vampires who walk among the human population. One night she receives two disturbing calls: one from a fellow Perceiver, distraught at the notion that he is going insane, the other from an eloquent, refined man who claims to have been alone for three centuries. The latter turns out to be Lucien du Charmont, one of the oldest and most powerful vampires in St. Louis. Lucien triggers feelings and emotions that Summer has never experienced. A complex mix of curiosity, lust and love pull her ever deeper into Lucien's world. Then Summer's listeners start to turn up murdered, wearing “Only the Lonely” tee shirts, and Summer is forced to face the distinct possibility that the charming and arousing Lucien might be responsible.

There were many things I liked about Only the Lonely. Summer is distinctive, appealing and believable. From her sharp tongue to her chain smoking, she feels real. Her initial reactions to Lucien are far more nuanced than is typical in vampire erotic romance. The mortal and the vampire are drawn together by their common loneliness. It's not a simple case of irresistible vamp allure. Summer's intelligence and skepticism are a welcome change from the typical vampire romance heroine, who is bamboozled by preternatural lust and surrenders without a struggle.

The sexual alchemy that occurs when Lucien and Summer connect took my breath away, at least in the first half of the book. I particularly admired Ms. Gabriel's decision to postpone their first sexual encounter despite their mutual attraction. Lucien wants more than just a human who has succumbed to a vampire's sexual glamor. He longs for someone who will know him and understand him as an individual. He senses that Summer may be more capable than the typical mortal of comprehending his desperation and guilt. The deliberately aborted sex scene deepens the characterization as well as building the sexual tension. The scene in the two characters do finally have sex (in a thunderstorm, under a bridge over the Mississippi) feels more intense and extreme as a result.

Speaking of the Mississippi, I liked Ms. Gabriel's attention to her setting. I don't know St. Louis, but she brings the city to life: the brick industrial alleys, the touristy waterfront, the elegant nineteenth century mansions of Lafayette Square. As I've noted in previous posts, I tend to use place to accentuate mood in my own fiction. Ms. Gabriel does the same. Summer belongs to the city; both its bright and dark aspects reflect her character.

The writing is generally competent and occasionally inspired, though Ms. Gabriel has a tendency to concoct extravagant similes that sometimes get out of hand.

I have two main complaints about the book.

First, although the general tone of the novel is dark, taut and serious, several scenes struck discordant notes, most notably a playful sex scene involving butter, honey and strawberries. The actions and emotions in this scene seemed totally inappropriate to the characters as previously drawn. In another troublesome scene, Summer visits a vampire nightclub looking for clues about the murders. She uses sexual innuendo to captivate a group of younger vampires (“The Vicious Ones”) who have previously threatened her. Although entertaining when considered on its own, this felt like a scene from a totally different book. It undermined Ms. Gabriel's earlier efforts to paint vampires as mysterious and potentially dangerous.

The final chapters of the book recapture the moody edginess of the initial chapters, but the scenes mentioned above as well as few less egregious instances seriously detract from the unity of the novel.

My second complaint regards the editing. The further I got into the book, the more misspellings, grammar errors and formatting problems I found. In one case, the word “viscous” had been rendered as “Vicious” (as in the name of the vampire gang). Lines broke in the middle of sentences to begin new indented paragraphs—not just once, but several times on a page. Summer's name appeared in lower case. Perhaps I'm just being picky but this sort of sloppiness detracts both from my enjoyment of a book and my opinions of the publisher. Ms. Gabriel is a talented writer; I hope that she'll submit to another publisher that will do her work justice.

All in all, though, I enjoyed Only the Lonely. If you're looking for vampire romance that's a cut above the usual fare, I recommend it.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

All Around New Zealand

By Shelley Munro (Guest Blogger)

New Zealand. It’s the country whose scenery stole the show in the Lord of the Rings movies and the place I call home. My name is Shelley Munro, and I write contemporary and paranormal romance for Samhain Publishing and Ellora’s Cave and historical romance for the new Carina Press.

I choose to set many of my books in my home country, both because it’s familiar to me and because I like to showcase the beauty of the place for readers. To me it’s the place I live, but to readers in the United States of America, the United Kingdom or elsewhere it’s an exotic location and one they’d love to visit. Maybe some of them will visit in the future while others will do the second-best thing and go with armchair travel and reading.

New Zealand consists of three main islands: the North Island (which is more highly populated), the South Island (which is rugged with a range of mountains up the middle) and the small and remote Stewart Island. The scenery varies a great deal from North to South. The North Island has many volcanoes, some dormant while others such as Ruapehu, Ngauruhoe and White Island erupt on a regular basis. The north of the North Island is semi-tropical with high humidity and lots of rain. The South Island is more rugged with mountains and beautiful lakes. In summer it’s incredibly hot while during the winter temperatures dip below freezing.

Summer in the City of Sails, one of my earlier books published with Ellora’s Cave is set in Auckland. In fact, part of the title is inspired by the fact Auckland has a beautiful harbor and on a sunny summer day it’s full of yachts. Make That Man Mine is set in the island paradise of Waiheke, not far from the city of Auckland.

Currents Run Deep is also set in Auckland, but I’ve brought in some of the beaches, with their black sand, a reminder of our volcanic origins.

In my recent release, The Bottom Line from Samhain Publishing, you’ll briefly visit Wellington, our capital city. The main part of the book is set in Auckland, and many of the places the characters visit are my favorite haunts.

The entire city of Auckland is actually built on and around volcanoes—over fifty of them! We live on what is known as a field of volcanoes and all of them are dormant rather than extinct. Although it’s possible one of them could erupt, scientists say it is more likely a new volcano will appear. Rangitoto, the cone-shaped island in Auckland harbor is the youngest of our volcanoes erupting a mere six hundred years ago.

Never Send a Dog to Do a Woman’s Job is about an alien who wants to bring tourists to New Zealand. He hires a female travel agent to show him some of the sights and they visit places such as thermal Rotorua with its geysers and boiling mud holes, Lake Taupo with its stunning lake (the result of a huge volcanic explosion thousands of years ago), the wine country of the Wairarapa and Marlborough and beautiful Nelson. With this book, the reader can explore New Zealand along with the hero and heroine.

My Middlemarch Mates series is set in the small Otago town of Middlemarch in the South Island. There are currently eight books available in this series about a black leopard colony who live secretly among humans. In these books I visited one of my favorite regions, that of Otago and Mackenzie country in the South Island. In Assassin and Cat and Mouse you’ll visit vineyards and the beautiful Queenstown with its mountains and lakes. In Stray Cat Strut you’ll visit Aoraki Mount Cook, home of the highest mountain in New Zealand.

New Zealand—it’s a beautiful country, and one I hope you all get the opportunity to visit in the future, either in person or within the pages of a book.

Note: Please visit my photo album at my website if you’d like to see some photos of New Zealand.

Shelley Munro lives in New Zealand and writes contemporary and paranormal romance for Samhain Publishing and Ellora’s Cave and historical romance for Carina Press. When she’s not writing she loves to travel and frequently drags her husband off to far-flung parts of the world. Not that he argues much. Cooking is fun (since she enjoys eating) and she likes to take photographs of everyone and everything. Her latest release is THE BOTTOM LINE, an erotic contemporary romance, which is available from Samhain Publishing. You can visit Shelley at http://www.shelleymunro.com or her blog at http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog

Monday, May 31, 2010

An Excerpt from "Domestic Goddess"

It's been a while since I posted any excerpts here at Beyond Romance. So I thought I'd share with you a bit from "Domestic Goddess", one of the stories in Rough Caress, my collection of BDSM erotica published by Eternal Press.

Although I categorize Rough Caress as erotica, many of the stories have romantic elements, featuring couples with committed D/s relationships. "Domestic Goddess" is one of my favorites, a playful exploration of what might happen when a Dom stopped acting so dominant.

The excerpt is R-rated. The story, however, like all in the collection, deserves at least one X.

She's glad to be his slave. She's just not too crazy about being his housekeeper and maid, at least not these days.

When they first moved in together, he used to make her strip before she vacuumed the carpets or washed the floors. He'd watch her, sitting in the wing-backed chair that they bought together at the garage sale, as she strutted around in her collar and high heels, pushing the mop in front of her.

"Arch your back," he'd order. "Stick out your butt."

She'd struggle to keep her balance as she obeyed, her pussy liquefying as it always did at the sound of his voice. She could feel his eyes on her buttocks like a physical caress. He wouldn't miss the signs, the flush on her face, the taut nipples, the musky scent that wafted through the apartment. When he was paying attention, his powers of observation were astounding. Not to mention his powers of seduction.

She loved housework in those early months. Of course, it wasn't often that she got the chance to finish her household tasks. She would get hotter and more frustrated, while he would be increasingly amused. Finally, he would take pity on her.

"Go get the rug-beater, Elizabeth," he'd order, and she'd scamper off to the closet to find that wicked implement of twisted rattan that she both hated and loved. Or else he'd pat his lap and say, "Get your slutty little ass over here" and she'd be there in flash, draped over his knee, shivering in anticipation, triumphant as she felt his hard-on through his trousers.

Since he lost his job, though, household chores were just that. He spent most of his time slumped on the couch watching TV, or at the computer playing video games. He complained about everything she did, it seemed, but not in the old tone of the beneficent, omnipotent Dom chastising his sub. No, he was just whining.

Meanwhile, his formerly prodigious interest in sex had dwindled almost to non-existence. Maybe once a week, he'd wake her in the middle of the night, fuck her, then fall back into near-comatose sleep. He wasn't cruel or rough—she could have borne that, would have welcomed it. It was like a reflex for him, like sneezing or scratching an itch. He might murmur her name as he came, but the old connection just wasn't there.

And he hadn't beaten her or tried out any kinky new ideas, in more than a month. She wanted to cry with frustration.

She tried everything she could think of, to cheer him up, to get his attention. She ordered outrageous costumes from Frederick's and wore them as she worked around the apartment. He barely looked up from the monsters he was blasting on the screen.

She left various paraphernalia lying around suggestively, draping the flogger over the seat of his chair, leaning the crop against his computer monitor, carefully arranging her custom-made leather cuffs and butt plug on his pillow. He simply pushed the toys out of the way with a weary sigh.

She tried directly disobeying his orders. The trouble was, lately he hardly gave her any orders. He walked around like a zombie. The zombie Dom.

More than once, she considered removing her collar. Would he notice that? Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to that point. The collar defined her, defined their intense and magical relationship. She didn't want to repudiate that relationship, not at all. She wanted it back.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Isn't it romantic?

By Ava Delany (Guest Blogger)

Hello my lovelies, and thank you for stopping by to join me to hear what I have to say in this guest blog. I usually like to fool around a little when I talk, bringing a playful and erotic sound to my blogs, however, this time I would like to speak plainly on something I believe is important when writing erotic romance: namely, the romance. I really strive to make the connection between the hero and the heroine palpable in all my stories.

I think some erotic writers forget that we’re writing more than just sex/lust between the two main characters (or more for some eroticists). We are telling a love story, first and foremost. The reason they are together must be apparent, the romance has to be believable, and the love should to be tangible. It shouldn’t simply be “Wow, he’s hot. I think I’ll do him,” it should have the heart and soul of the character’s involved. Or at least show how they could easily get involved with more time.

In stories where the couple is already married (such as in my flirts - The Wedding Night, and The Soldier’s Return), some seem to feel the attachment comes in almost on autopilot, yet the bond should be obvious beyond the marriage itself. In my opinion, the reader needs to feel that the couple still want and love each other, even after all the time and distance (and possibly numerous fights). In stories where the couple is reunited (as in my flirt - The Librarian’s Love) or the hero and heroine haven’t met yet, (as in my new longer Fetish Club series - Captivated, Dominated, and Fallen) this connection needs to be even better established. The reader should feel the intrigue and desire the characters feel. Personally, I strive to help the reader understand why the two come together in such an explosive way and why they might well stay together forever. After all, the reason readers choose this genre is to feel the passion, excitement, and romance of that first time all over again, and to believe that feeling will last forever.

I know there will be those who do not agree, but I just thought I would share my feelings on the genre. Thank you for taking the time to visit me here and listen to my thoughts on the subject.

Visit my website http://www.avadelany.webs.com for more info about me and my novels, and I hope you will stop by Breathless Press (http://www.breathlesspress.com) and read more about my Fetish Club series. The books in this series are interconnected, each showing the perspective of one of three friends. Tanya and Jacqueline take a reluctant Mandy to visit a fetish club for her birthday, telling her she needs to loosen up and get wild. Though they may not want to admit it, each one is motivated by desire and a very personal reason for going to the club. Find out more about Tonya’s reason in - Captivated (May 14). See what Jacqueline needs in Dominated (June). Then discover Mandy’s story in Fallen (July 6).

Friday, May 28, 2010

One Day

So I've been back from the hospital, after my hip replacement operation, for about a week, and trying hard to adjust.

I was euphoric the day they let me go home. I'd spent the absolute minimum time--five days--and the entire process had been far less difficult than I had feared. I was awake and coherent a few hours after the operation. The pain was far less extreme than I'd feared. My room had an extra bed so that my husband could spend the night and keep me company. The doctor sent me down to physical therapy on the third day to learn how to use a walker and crutches and that freed me from the nightmare of the bedpan. The hospital staff were all warm, friendly and supportive. I actually had a good time.

I immediately sent out emails to friends and family, colleagues and readers, waxing enthusiastic about how positive the experience had been. Surgery? Cool. A piece of cake.

It didn't take long for reality to set in. First, the pain has gotten worse rather than better. The doctor tells me not to worry, that this is normal and may last for several more weeks. I'm taking medication around the clock, something I hate to do. It helps, some, but it's still hard to sleep, especially since I can't lie in my favorite position.

Second, my poor husband is stuck doing all sorts of things that I can't manage because I'm on a walker. Going grocery shopping. Feeding the cats. Cleaning their litter. Fetching and carrying stuff that I can't. We're relying heavily on take-out, but occasionally he's had to do some cooking. Now don't get me wrong, he's a great cook, but he's almost completely unfamiliar with my kitchen--or my methods. It's difficult for both of us.

I have to avoid putting weight on the affected leg for another five weeks. And I'm really not very skilled yet with the crutches. I went to work for the first time yesterday and nearly fell. My husband and I were both terrified. The walker is easier, but it still takes a lot of effort. The palms of my hands are bruised from carrying my weight.

Five more weeks of this? How am I going to stand it? And of course that's just the minimum. If XRays show that the hip isn't healed yet, I may have a few more weeks as a cripple, driving myself and my husband crazy...

At this point, with all these complaints running around in my head, I just have to stop myself and take a deep breath. Where's all that patience I vowed to cultivate? Where's that positive attitude that I blogged about before the operation?

Okay. Enough. I'm not going to think about the five weeks stretching ahead. I just need to deal with today. And actually, today hasn't been all that bad. I finished a blog post for Oh Get A Grip. I got several guest blogs posted. I completed and submitted the conference paper that I've been working on, three days before the deadline. My husband made some delicious scrambled eggs for lunch and we're planning to collaborate on dinner. (I can cut things up and such, as long as I'm sitting down.)

I remind myself to take thing one day at a time. I've shared before that when I was in my late teens and early twenties, I was anorexic. After I got past the crisis phase, I joined Overeaters Anonymous. Despite the name, this is a Twelve Step program (like AA) for anyone who has problems with food, including people like me.

One of the Twelve Step mantras is "one day at a time". If you try to tackle your entire life at once, you will become discouraged and fail. Focusing just on today makes things a lot easier. And really, all we have is today. Yesterday is gone; we can't change the past. Tomorrow is an unknown. It may bring the things we fear, but perhaps not. The only reality is "now". And it's up to me to decide just what kind of "now" it will be.

I can make myself miserable, fretting about the pain and my current limitations. Or I can move forward and do something positive, something to make myself or my husband or even a stranger feel better.

It has been quite a long time since I thought about OA and what I learned there. Just for today, I resolve to be cheerful, productive and patient.

Heck, I can bitch tomorrow, if I really want to. For now, though, I'm going to focus on appreciating the present.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

R. Ann Siracusa’s Travelblog: Morocco

By R. Ann Siracusa (Guest Blogger)

Novel Ideas Come From Everywhere

One of the favorite interview questions for authors is, “Where do you get the ideas for your novels?” My answer: Everywhere. Everyone has a story. I keep my eyes and ears open and always ask, “What if ?”

But in particular, I get many ideas from traveling. Initially, being an architect, my main interest in travel focused on ancient cultures and the ways in which those cultures manifested themselves in structures, buildings systems, and design. I never guessed that interest would eventually blossom into a major source of inspiration for writing novels. But it has.

Now, when I travel, I look for the unique features of the country or for pieces of information about the culture that spark a story idea. Sometimes just a word, a phrase, a street scene, an historical event, etc. can spark a full storyline, other times they provide incidents to enrich a novel.

My current humorous romantic suspense series features a young tour director, Harriet Ruby, and a handsome Europol spy, Will Talbot, with a dark and troubled past. And what do you know? Every adventure takes them to a different part of the world where I have traveled. What a coincidence!

Why Morocco?

So, why Morocco? My second international trip [other than many trips to Italy and Sicily because my husband is Italian] was made to Spain, Portugal, and Morocco. That trip gave birth to the idea for my first novel in my current humorous romantic suspense series [Harriet Ruby: Tour Director Extraordinaire] and sparked my use of travel in my fiction writing.

But first, let’s talk about the Kingdom of Morocco [al-Mamlakah al-MaÄ¡ribiyya]. Sounds incredibly exotic, and it is! Morocco, an Islamic country in North Africa, has a population of approximately 32 million and a land area of approximately 274,000 square miles. It is separated from the southern coast of Spain by the Strait of Gibraltar. Moroccan history goes back at least twelve centuries. In spite of a long and colorful history, it became an independent country only fifty years ago, March 2, 1956, when the French relinquished their rule.

Like many other countries, it has been conquered and inhabited by numerous cultures. The original Neolithic inhabitants, dating back to 8,000 B.C., were ethnically Amazighs/Berbers. As early as the sixth century B.C. the Phoenicians established settlements and eventually the area became part of the Roman Empire until around the fifth century A.D. when it was conquered by the Vandal, Visigoths, and then the Byzantine Greeks [in rapid succession]. The first Islamic conquest in North Africa in 670 A.D. brought Islamic expansion into this region. In modern history, France showed an interest in Morocco as early as 1830 and, after a series of crises, the Treaty of Fez made Morocco a French Protectorate.

Traveling in Morocco Today

Tourism a big part of the nation’s economy and Moroccans work hard at catering to visitors. It’s generally a safe place to travel [the crime rate is low, and the government is stable], but you have to expect to be hassled to buy things. The vendors can be very “in your face.” Everyone should respect the customs of the country/culture in which they travel, but in Morocco, in particular, women should be attentive to what they wear.

An increasing number of urban Moroccan women no longer completely cover themselves after marriage; you even see women dressed Western style in the cities. But you won’t see bare midriffs, low cut sweaters or shorts. Outside the major cities, it is rare to see a woman who is not wearing traditional clothing. In rural areas and small town medinas it is rare to see an unveiled woman.

Generally, female tourists traveling in Morocco are safe and are treated with courtesy, but sometimes are regarded as fair game by some Moroccan men. This is partly because of the way they dress and partly a result of widespread westernised pornography, which gives a distorted view of western women’s availability.

Getting lost in the Medina and the idea for “All For A Dead Man’s Leg”

The original idea for “All For A Dead Man’s Leg,” the first book in my humorous romantic suspense series, predates the writing by nearly ten years. On my trip to Spain, Portugal, Gibraltar, and Morocco in 1994, I asked our guide, Carl―I don’t remember his last name―about his worst experience as a tour director. His answer: when he first started working as a tour director, one of his tourists died in Morocco and they had to smuggle the body back to Spain to avoid delaying the tour.

What a great idea for a novel! Over the years, I tried several approaches, but none of them worked. In 2003, my tour director on a trip to Central Europe suggested I use it as the plot for a dramatic WWII novel set in Germany. That same tour director―Paul Fletcher―also told me his worst experience was when a tourist slipped crossing a ramp, caught his foot between the sides of two boats, and lost his prosthetic leg in the river.

Yes, that really did happen! As soon as Paul told me that―Boom―the tourist dying in Morocco came together with the tourist losing his prosthetic leg, and I was off and running. As soon as I got home, I started writing the novel.

Not only did the story idea for the first book come from the Morocco/Spain trip, but also the opening scene. There I drew from personal experience. In Tangier, with my tour group, we went to the Medina [the old walled city] which is a souk or outdoor street market. The streets [if you can call them that] were narrow and winding, it was crowded and hot. I stopped to buy post cards, and when I turned around, my group had disappeared. Instead of staying put, I set out to search for them and became hopelessly lost in the twists and turns of the market. Of course, I couldn’t speak Arabic and couldn’t find my way out. That’s when I realized I didn’t know the name of our hotel and couldn’t have pronounced it in a million years, even if I’d known. Since then, I always carry with me a business card from the hotel. You can show that to a taxi driver, even if you can’t say the name or the street. Live and learn.

Needless to say, my panic grew. Finally, I found and followed another English-speaking group, thinking that it would end up at the plaza where the tour buses parked. Wrong! It was a group from a cruise ship which, I found out later, was headed for an entirely different location. When the tour stopped at a carpet factory showroom for a sales pitch, I spoke to the guide and the showroom manager. He summoned an employee who dealt with, and knew, most of the tour directors. I described my guide. The man took me back into the Medina to look for Carl. When he found my group, I was so relieved and flustered, I gave him a fifty dollar tip.

I know now, the tour director would not have left me there, although I would have spent a couple of hours wandering around on my own and getting into who-knows-what kind of trouble. Assuming they didn’t miss me sooner, when the tour got back to the bus and Carl did his head-count, they would have sent someone back to find me. But what did I know? Not much, apparently, in spite of having traveled in Italy rather frequently. I saw this quote the other day, although I don’t know who said it. “Bad Choices make good novels."

About the Author

R. Ann Siracusa is involved in many activities, but her two favorite are traveling the world and writing fiction. This talented author combines those loves into novels which transport readers to exotic settings, immerse them in romance, intrigue and foreign cultures, and make them laugh. Her current humorous romantic suspense series, published by Sapphire Blue Publishing, features a young tour director, Harriet Ruby, and a Europol spy, Will Talbot, with a dark and troubled past. Each book takes the reader with them on an adventure in a different foreign country.

Travel to exotic lands for romance and intrigue with a novel by R. Ann Siracusa

http://www.rannsiracusa.com
The “Harriet Ruby: Tour Director Extraordinaire” Series
All For A Dead Man’s Leg
First Date
First Christmas Follies
All For A Fist Full Of Ashes
Coming this fall --Destruction of the Great Wall

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Back in North America...

From my articles this week you might get the idea that all of my writing is set in exotic foreign locales. It's true that I'm currently editing a vampire story set in Jamaica, but I've written lots of tales set in the good old U.S.A.

My second novel INCOGNITO takes place in Boston's historic Beacon Hill district. My third novel RUBY'S RULES begins in London but soon moves to Los Angeles and the action in my fourth, EXPOSURE, happens in Pittsburgh. I've written stories set in San Francisco, New York City, New Orleans, Minneapolis and several cities in Nebraska. My recently-released M/M paranormal romance, NECESSARY MADNESS, is set in the decidedly unexotic city of Worcester, Massachusetts.

One property that sets my work apart, perhaps, is the fact that I almost always have some specific location in mind when I set out to write a story. I've talked to lots of other authors who say that don't spend a lot of time thinking about the setting, but for me it is an essential consideration. As I see it, people--characters--are shaped by their environments. Characters in San Francisco are going to have different experiences and world views than folks from Omaha. Even if I don't describe the setting, I'm always aware of it. It shapes my perceptions of the characters and their moods, desires and passions.

Over the past week I've taken you on a whirlwind tour of some of the places I've enjoyed. For a more in-depth experience, pick up one of my books. Enter one of the worlds I've visited and tried to bring to life for my readers.

It's a lot cheaper than a vacation!