Sunday, March 24, 2013

Love is in the Air - Blog Hop

Spring is on the way - hopefully! I know for a lot of us, the season of rejuvenation and renewal (and nice weather!) still feels a long way off. To get a little warm-up for the change of seasons, here is an excerpt from LADY MERCY DANFORTHE FLIRTS WITH SCANDAL (Sydney Dovedale book 3) coming to a bookstore or an e-reader near you in June 2013.

I'm looking forward to watching the flowers bloom in my garden and being able to sit outside with my coffee in the morning. What do you look forward to about Spring? Leave a comment below and you could win an arc copy of LADY MERCY DANFORTHE FLIRTS WITH SCANDAL!

Don't forget to check out the other authors participating in this blog hop. Good luck!

Excerpt from LADY MERCY DANFORTHE FLIRTS WITH SCANDAL

 

There he was, slumped over the table. Panic squeezed around her heart with cold fingers until her searching eyes adjusted to the dim, smoky light and she saw the pewter jug beside his head. Mercy exhaled in relief. Unless he’d cracked himself over the head with it, he was merely drunk. That she could deal with, thanks to experience with her brother. Since no one else was brave enough to beard the beast in his lair, the task was up to her.



She hitched up her skirt and petticoat, climbed onto the brick window ledge, and swung her legs into the room. It was an action no proper chaperon would have condoned, but Mercy could never be kept out of somewhere she intended to be.

The shutters fell back against the wall with a clatter, causing Rafe to jerk upright in his chair as if roused by cannon fire. He swore loudly, holding his hands to his brow, and then she watched his gaze tracking the pale morning light where it cleared a path through the ashen gloom. Stiffly, he turned his head, and a pair of furious, hot blue eyes burned into her, scorching her fine gown.

When he spoke, his voice cracked, and the way he set each word down like a heavy burden was more menacing even than the manner in which his eyes raked over her. "My Lady Bossy-Breeches…what the blazes are you doing here?"

She brushed dirt from her frock and checked that her bonnet remained in place. If she was going to face this man, eye to eye, and deal with the business for which she came, Mercy needed all her parts in order. This was a man who earned money by fighting with his fists, and she knew he had a hot temper. However, she thought with a sudden sly smile, he was her property now, was he not? Rafe Hartley’s boxing contract was in her hands. With this pleasing thought in mind, Mercy ran her wondering gaze over his wide shoulders, down his chest to his narrow hips and thick, hard thighs. Her eyelids grew heavy; her pulse quickened. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, and she forgot—for just a moment—what she’d gone there to do.

"Well?" he barked as he jerked to his feet and the chair fell back to the flagstones with a bang. "You’d better have a damned good reason for coming here, woman."

It did not escape her notice that this was the second time he’d said "damn" in her presence. He not only said it, he relished the word.

Mercy’s gaze fastened on the abused chair. Someone ought to pick that up before it was tripped over, she thought.

"Well?" Rafe demanded.

Back to the business at hand. "I’m here to set you straight, Master Rafe Hartley. Apparently no one else has the courage. Your father thinks you should be left to your own devices until you stop sulking. But I have no time to wait around on your whim. Oh, and I’ll take an apology, too, for those things you said to me in the churchyard. I understand I must make certain allowances for your temper in the heat of that moment, but I would like an apology nonetheless."

"Don’t hold your breath for one, meddlesome harridan."

He stood before her, shoulders braced, fists at his side—a man ready to chase her out. She might as well be ten again and guilty of aiming an egg at the back of his head. Mercy could almost see the yolk dripping down the side of his neck, as it did back then.

Assessing him slowly, inch by inch, Mercy was just as astonished by his height today as she was every time she saw him since he turned fifteen and shot up almost overnight. It never ceased to shock. Rafe Hartley continued stretching north, and his shoulders were, she was certain, wider than some doors.

His eyes were still as blue as cornflowers, his hair as black as a crow’s wing. And that sizeable chip remained on his shoulders, possibly growing in unison with their width.

copyright Jayne Fresina 2013 LadyMercyDanfortheFlirtsWithScandal.

 
Lady Mercy likes her life neat and tidy. She prides herself on being practical—like her engagement to Viscount Grey, whose dark coloring coordinates very well with her favorite furnishings. But things start to get messy when her best friend abandons her fiance at the altar, leaving it up to Mercy to help the couple. There's just one problem. The jilted man is Rafe Hartley—Mercy's former husband.

Rafe has not forgiven Mercy for deserting him when they were seventeen. Their hasty marriage was declared void by law, but in his eyes the bossy little vixen was still his wife, even if the marriage lasted only a few hours. And Mercy "Silky Drawers" Danforthe still owes him a wedding night.

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Will the real Lizzie Bennet stand up?

Over the years Jane Austen's character, Elizabeth Bennet, has been portrayed by a number of talented actresses, who all put their own touch on the feisty, opinionated miss. I know which is my favorite. Who's yours? I'd love to hear what you think and why. Who came closest to the vision you had after reading the book?
And if you had the opportunity to cast a new version, which of the current actresses would you choose?

Of whom could you hear Mr Fitzwiliam Darcy declare, "She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me."?

Greer Garson


Jennifer Ehrle

Keira Knightly


Elizabeth Garvie
 
 
Gemma Arteton
 


The character of Lizzie Bennet is so beloved, so well known, that it must be a pretty daunting task to play her. I confess, I often imagine who might portray my heroines in a movie version and I'm a tough, protective mummy when it comes to my characters! I wonder what Miss Jane Austen herself would think of these ladies and which one would meet with her approval. Although it's interesting to note that the first illustrations of her characters had Lizzie as fair and her sister, Jane, as a brunette, Miss Austen herself leaves only the mention of Lizzie's "bright eyes" and light figure with which to tease us. And, of course, her petticoats, shamefully "six inches deep in mud."

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Problem solved - for now

Well, I managed to reclaim my Twitter account from the hackers.

Apparently thousands were hacked likewise, so at least I know it wasn't just me. But it makes me wonder how long it will be before the same thing happens again.

On a brighter note - today I'm guesting on SOS Aloha and talking about Trifle. Stop on over and comment for a chance to win a copy of THE WICKED WEDDING OF MISS ELLIE VYNE!

Hmmm. Trifle....

http://sosaloha.blogspot.com/2013/02/guest-post-jayne-fresina-and-wicked.html


Saturday, January 26, 2013

PAIN IN THE TWITTER

Please note folks that my Twitter account has been hacked. I can't even access it to close the account and apparently trying to contact Twitter is an impossible task because it won't even recognize my user name anymore, so if you wonder what happened to me on Twitter there's your answer!

Jayne :)

Monday, January 21, 2013

Fireside Chat with ma writing buddies - Alex and Emma

So I've now been a published author for two years. I've been a would-be, trying-to-get published author for 11 years. I am so grateful for good reviews and wonderful emails from readers who love my work! The thrill of knowing other people enjoy what I write will never get "old". I've had lovely emails from readers who enjoy my books and eagerly wait for more. To all of you, I say the warmest "Thank you" from the bottom of my heart.

On this two year anniversary of being published, I sat down with some writer pals from the same publisher who gave me my very first contract and, with their permission, this was our conversation. (Since those early days we've all moved on and spread our wings, but with fond memories of these early days we looked back on what we've learned).

FIRESIDE CHAT with Alexndra O'Hurley and Emma Shortt


    Jayne - So ladies, here we are sitting down with chilled chardonnay and some authorly wisdom/whining. I'm so glad you could spare a minute to stop in and chat. Put another log on the fire and grab a beanbag. I'm afraid I don't have any with Hugh Jackman printed on them. Or Justin Bieber. Sorry Alex. (And I want you to know I had to Google that to get his last name spelled correctly - that's how cool I am) Please describe yourselves and what you're wearing right now, because I know Youtube can't handle the vision of the three of us at one time.

    Emma  - I’m sat here in a vest and my knickers – that would be pants to any Americans. Now I don’t want anyone to swoon over the idea of me in red lace and silk because the reality is sooo not like that! The vest is stained and the pants are about ten years old and reach to my armpits. They’re also a sort of dirty grey with faded little flowers on. I know, I know, I’m such a seductress!
    Alex -I’d like to start off by saying I wouldn’t sit on a Justin Bieber bean bag if it was the last beanbag on earth.  Wait – beanbags are fun.  Yes I would.   Anyway, I’ve got my lovely authorly lounging wear on.  My tight black leggings and my blue mandarin collared tunic.  My long hair’s twisted up in a bun.  Not a speak of makeup – now that’s something YouTube couldn’t handle right there.
    Jayne - Alex, Methinks the lady doth protest too much about Justin Beiber beanbags. And Emma ten year-old stains? Don't you have a maid? LOL

    Emma- I have a man servant. He doesnt do laundry.
    Alex- all rumors of me and Justin Beiber have been vastly exaggerated. He's still dining off those rumors. Please! He's too old for me.

    Jayne - ok ladies, I know the last few years for me have been crazy. I went from being a struggling would-be author with a shoe-box of rejections and a dwindling ray of hope, to seeing eight books into e-book format and print in just two years. I'm sure you've both faced similar changes (and challenges). At what point did you feel you were finally a "writer"?
    Alex - I’d have to say when I was able to hold my first print title in my hand.  I’d already had three e-books at that point and I was an author, had the checks to prove it, but there was something about holding something so visceral as a print book with my pen name on it that made it so very real.

    Emma - Maybe with the first proper royalty check or when one of my books finally hit a best seller list, it kind of became real then. That being said I don’t think I’ll feel like a proper author until I earn enough money to make it my day job.
    Jayne - How do you keep the fingers typing and the ideas fresh? I always want to say I do Yoga and drink wheatgrass. (does vodka count? It's wheat, right?)

    Emma - The ideas are not a problem. I have documents full of them, truthfully I probably have enough to keep me going for the next ten years. It’s more the constant non-stop-ness of it that I struggle with. To keep the books coming out and to try and branch out in other directions it feels like I am never pausing. Once one book is done the next has to start and it’s exhausting! These writers that do a book a year? Geez I am so jealous of them. I’m pushing myself for one a month and I’m bloody knackered.

    Alex - I’d say any type of alcohol is a whole grain and it should have its own place on the nutrition guide.  To be honest, on nights where I struggle to get the wordage in, I will pour myself a glass of wine or two.  It seems to get everything flowing rather well.  And on a scientific note, I read a report saying scientists had done an experiement where they had a group of men drink two beers and then do some math.  The tipsy group did exceptionally better than the control (ie sober) group.  So there is scientific evidence that alcohol can make you smarter.  Just don’t go crazy. 
    But, I’ve been lucky enough that I’ve usually had plenty of ideas, if not too many.
    Jayne - Describe your writing headquarters in five words or less.
     
    Emma- Any old chair with chocolate.
    Alex- Messy desk covered in men.
    Jayne - Dust, toast crumbs, faint odor
    Jayne -  Of your published works, which is your favorite and why?
    Alex - That’s hard to say.  They’re all a part of me, a little nugget o’Alex.  Hmm, I’d have to say Burlesque Trio, just because I’ve gotten rave reviews on it and no one bought it.  It’s lying there dying, its lovely story crying in a dark corner.  I so want to go and hug it, pat it on the head, and tell it everything will be okay. http://www.bookstrand.com/burlesque-trio
     
    Emma - Probably Last Chance Love. This has barely sold any copies, I mean it bombed so freaking badly, but I wrote it just for myself. My hero isn’t all alpha, he’s broken, and my heroine is all bad ass – something I constantly get moaned at by various publishers – so the romance dynamic is out of kilter in terms of what readers expect. But I love it. It felt right and I wouldn’t change it.
    Jayne - If you would do anything differently in any of the books you've written what would it be? Ever written a character you really didn't like afterward? And which hero you penned is your absolute favorite?
     
    Alex - I actually had the chance to re-write two of my novels, which was torture.  But I was able to get them closer to the polished novels they should have been from the start.  A character I didn’t like?  Many of my villains, which I seem to have too many of.  My favorite hero – would have to be Michel from Deviant Knights.  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/deviant-knights-by-alexandra-ohurley/He’s broken and the emotion within him actually brought tears to my eyes.
    Emma - I’d change The Kiss. http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/The-Kiss-by-Emma-Shortt.html Probably add in about another 50k and really push myself on it. I don’t think I’d developed enough as a writer when it was published to do the idea justice. It ended up as a novella (about 50k), I’d make it a super packed novel if I could, and maybe will when I get my rights back
    Jayne - Have you ever had an issue with an editor? Ever fought to keep something in the manuscript?
     
    Emma -
    Not really. I just ignore the changes I don’t want lol. I do tend to get killed in reviews for typos and grammar issues though and that pisses me off. I proof every book over and over and still some slip through!
     
    Alex - One editor ripped one of my stories a new ass.  There were so many comments and changes, I could barely see the words on the page.  She tried to completely change my voice and make the work her own.  I emailed my publisher after the sixth page saying I couldn’t do it and I didn’t want to work with that editor ever again.  Besides that, the dozen or so editors I’ve worked with over the years, have all pretty much been wonderful and helped me learn my craft.  And I’ve fought for a few things, but fought might be a harsh word.  Most of the time we debate and come to a mutual agreement if I feel firm on a point.
    Jayne - I have a hard time because American editors tend to want to add "gotten" and I'm always protesting that no English person would ever say "gotten" or think it. But editors work for whatever market they're in. I see people complaining all the time about spellings of certain words and I just think - honey, wait until you actually get your book contracted and you run into editors! They will pick your bones over every spelling and every colloquialism, if they believe an American audience won't recognize it.
     
    Jayne - So, ladies, how do reviews effect you? Good and bad? I know there are some who dont't like what I write for one reason or another.  
    Alex - I’ve been trying as of late to not really look at my reviews, as they’re all subjective.  For each bad one, I have many good ones.  I may take certain criticisms into consideration if I see the same thing repeated on a work, but ultimately, this is my art.  Others may laugh at the term art, but again, what is art is subjective.  Everyone’s going to have some haters.  It’s all about thickening the skin and letting it not affect what you love.
    A bad review?  Ick!  My worst one was actually very productive.  It was for my first novel, which I was editing for re-publishing at the time.  Almost every single point she made were things I’d already changed in the book, so she was pretty spot on with her criticism.  I’d been sooo very green when I write the story and had done a crappy job of research.  I’d also put in a few items as placeholders and never went back to fix them later. 

     Jayne - I've read condemnation of my characters in nasty, anonymous blog posts which I later found out (with a little investigation - and trust me, I'm no Sherlock Holmes) were by other writers who gave up their craft. Can't please all, never will. My aim is to bring pleasure to some people, some of the time, and to write what I love to write all of the time. Simple. Easy. Or is it?
     
    Emma - I rarely read them these days. I used to all the time but when a book gets a 1 star and a 5 star in the same day what the hell are you supposed to take from that? People have different opinions and that’s fine. Of course I’d like everyone to love what I write but it won’t happen. So long as I feel good about what I’ve done, that I’ve given it my all, then it’s all good.
     
    Jayne - It seems there will always be people who love and people who hate. I guess we can only write what pleases us.
     
    Jayne - Before I finally managed to get published I read a lot of advice to writers. Some of it was good. Some (with hindsight) was pretty bad. The publishing world is changing so quickly, the old advice just isn't relevant anymore and people who follow it are likely to get left in the dust. What was some of the best advice you were given? And the worst?
     
    Emma - The best: Just write what you love.
    The worst: Write for the market.
    The thing is in order to carve a career, especially in the romance world, you have to do both. What I love to write usually sells shit, what I write for the market sells loads, so I have to combine the two. Otherwise I’ll spend my time writing for fun and earning nothing. Now of course it’s not just about the cash but to some degree it is. I want this to be my job and it can’t be if it pays me zilcho.
    So my advice would be: Write what you love but also write for the market if you expect to earn any money. Find a way to combine the two.
     
    Alex - Best – Don’t treat this as a hobby if you want it to be a career.  Even if you have to work a regular job, this is still the thing you want to be your only job.  Be professional and work every single day, reaching for what you want.
    Worst – E-publishing isn’t respectable, you need a real book on shelves.
     
    Jayne - And one surprising thing you've learned since getting published.
     
    Emma -That readers don’t necessarily love your books as much as you do! And just because you poured your heart and soul into it does not mean they will want to buy it.
     
    Alex - That my author heroes are pretty much regular joes and laugh at me with my fan squees.  The first author who approached me as a fan, treating me like I’d treated my favorites, it was kind of shocking.  It took me a minute to realize someone out there thought I’d “made it.”  I have over 20 published books and I still don’t feel I’ve completely “made it.”
    Jayne - So, with that in mind, if you could give three tips to a writer looking to get published now, what would they be?
    Alex - Polish your manuscript before submitting. Have at least one person you trust read through it, someone who is either strong in grammar and/or is another writer.
    Learn about the business.  Join a professional group if you want.  Check out sites like Absolute Write to see other author experiences.  But take it ALL with a grain of salt.  No one’s journey to publishing is going to be the same as yours, so no one speaks the gospel of the writing world.
    Go with your gut.  If something’s telling you to do something, do it.  Take a chance.  The worst that could happen is getting a no.
     
    Emma - Write
    Write
    Write
    And then write some more.
    It seems like almost everyone says they have a book in them, but it means nothing until you actually complete one.
    Jayne - So we write romance, but unlike Barbara Cartland we don't swan around in pink chiffon and diamante tiaras. Well, Emma does at the weekend - but that's another story. She's married to a Greek so let that be her excuse. What's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you? And O'Hurley, please don't mention SCRAPPLE
     
    Alex - SCRAPPPPPPPPLE.  Writhing on a bed made of scrapppple.  *Sorry, that was just a fantasy of mine*
    Anyhow – I know this is going to sound silly, but the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me was pick up my mom’s pants.  I had just met the man who would become the love of my life.  We met through an online dating service and had been talking for weeks, via emails and chat, and eventually the phone.  He called me one Saturday afternoon when I’d gone Christmas shopping with my mother in a city about an hour away.  We were stuck in traffic and rushing to get home so my mother could get her pants from the cleaners for a Christmas party she was going to that night.  I happened to mention we were stuck and trying to get to the dry cleaners when he offered to do it for us.
     I know, it’s silly.  But when I met him for the first time, to go pick up the pants, it was love at first sight. 
    Jayne - yeah, you're right. That sounds silly. Soooo...anyway, moving on...
     
    Alex - Hoi!
     
    Jayne -  Emma?
     
    Emma - When The Greek took over all cooking duties in the house! I loathe cooking and hubby is way better at it than me. Coming home to lamb and zuchinni is romance enough for me!
    Not enough for your filthy minds? Oh, okay well…here’s another thing…our very first Valentine’s together hubby bought me my first ever vibrator. I was twenty-seven and had always wanted one. It was a hot pink rampant rabbit and we broke it within a month through over-use, ahhhh, good times.
     Jayne - TMI. And I thought bunny rabbits were cute, furry things!
     
    So there you have the sordid truth ladies and gents. Writers and what not.
     
     
    Website  for Alexandra O'Hurley:  www.alexandraohurley.com
    Website for Emma Shortt:
     
    Hope you enjoyed our chat!
     

Friday, January 11, 2013

Nuts

I can't remember a time when I didn't have stories and characters dancing around inside my head, vacuuming away all the sensible, grown-up thoughts a person is supposed to have. As a child, walking or cycling to school, I used to pass the time by continuing stories in my head, "writing" a chapter a day, purely for my own amusement. I know there's more than one bus driver out there who has yelled at me as he races by, "Watch where you're going, missy!", while I wobble along, with my mind in the clouds, my feet pedaling madly, trying to get whatever masterpiece I'd made in Home Economics or Woodwork home in one piece in the basket of my bike. 
 
 
 
People often say to me (now that my dirty secret is out), "How can you have all these characters and stories floating around in your head?" I think it scares them. Well, no more than it does me sometimes!
 

Truth is, I don't understand how people can walk around without those characters in their head. I'm normal!

 
 
I honestly have no idea where it all comes from. I get my inspiration from the strangest places. I have entire conversations with characters in the shower - when I'm not singing. But if I had to give up writing, I know then I really would go crazy!