Flight 93 Memorial Honors Terrorists?

Seriously?  Why am I just now hearing about this?  Holy cow.  It should be all over the news, not just on the internet.  I find this disgusting.  Here are two articles and the Flight 93 Memorial Website.  What do you think?   Go to page 3 

And the book that is strangely not available, though it was released on 9/11/07, Crescent of Betrayal:


First Review of Betrayed!

I just found this and am so incredibly excited!  Stacy Cooper, thank you so much!  :) 

Book Review

Overall: 9
Sensuality: 8

Realism: 10 

Official Review This is an Official Review by a Paranormal Romance Writer Official Reviewer

Review for Betrayed
Author: Jamie Leigh Hansen
Date of Review: 10/20/07
Reviewed by: Stacy Cooper

Reviewer Comments: Kalyss is content with what she’s done with her life after a brutal attack by her husband four years ago nearly left her dead. She has learned to defend herself, has helped others get away from abuse and opened a business. Everything points towards her having a quiet, peaceful life until two men enter her life bringing death and pain.

Kalyss will soon see her past and future collide. It will be up to her whether to heal or run away from the pain of the past. For not only is her future in danger, but that of all she loves and has loved, too.

Dreux has lived over nine hundred years as a statue. He has watched Kalyss die nine times, each time unable to save her. This time is different though. This time Kalyss has managed to return him to his human form and it is up to him to protect her from his brother, the man intent on killing her.

Betrayed by Jamie Leigh Hansen is the first book in a new series of good versus evil. There are dark and light angels at work in this book, both seeking redemption. There is pure love and forgiveness, as well as revenge, all vying for supremacy in Betrayed.

The action is intense. The emotions are raw. The use of flashbacks is excellent. They serve a purpose and are strategically placed to avoid confusion. The flashbacks are even explained as a piece of one of the characters.

I enjoyed this book and will be looking for the next installment from Ms. Hansen. Her writing style and plot lines are extremely engaging and I want more of them. There are many characters deserving of their own books and I’m sure that Ms. Hansen has the perfect stories line up.

Come join me at Fresh Fiction…

Today I am blogging at Fresh Fiction about the dream that launched Betrayed.  :)  Come join me!


Some days writing is so rewarding and fun. Those are days when you wake up and have an epiphany about what to do next. Then you consider it more in depth and realize that all along you’ve had the seeds of this epiphany scattered throughout the work.  It’s moments like this when you think, hey!  I really haven’t been wasting time.

Which is such a hard thought to deal with. Who likes to waste time? To do work that isn’t a part of the final, finished product? And then, someone can work for years, writing pages and pages and thinking for ages, but unless that finished book, that story, is all laid out for someone to read straight through, how do you know they’re really doing anything?  It’s not like a pizza where anyone can watch as it’s slowly assembled, cooked and served. Books take time if they’re to be any good.

My dh and I discussed this again last night.  When he looks over, I am playing Sims 2 or Sudoku, highlighting in my “yellow book” or just watching TV.  Well, what I told him is “Never accuse a writer of not writing or they’ll prove you wrong”.

Which in our case, means, I’m stuck on a scene, go read the whole chapter so we can talk about it.

He hates that.  LOL  :)  He doesn’t like to read partial stories.  But it at least proves I have some of it down.  LOL

Well, for the record, my “yellow book” was Dwight V. Swain’s Techniques of the Selling Writer.  Now, I’ve tried to read this book 3 times over the years.  The first time I couldn’t keep at it because it was so info-dense I couldn’t grasp it well.  Later, I waited until it was due back at the library to peek at it again.  But, in July, my wonderful dh bought me a copy. Knowing I would keep it forever, (I mean, after having it recommended hundreds of times over ten years, I figured that out.) I took a highlighter to it.  Turns out, that really helps to digest bits at a time.

So, 5, 10, 20 minutes at a time, I worked my way through it and finished it last night.  And as I was reading, I was thinking and having epiphanies and enjoying everything he says in it.  And throughout that, I could only wonder, why was it so hard to go through the first time?  Probably:

1. It was a library book, so I couldn’t mark it or keep it long.

2. I didn’t mark it, so I was trying to swallow too big of chunks in one sitting.

3. I have since grown as a writer.  Yay me!

So, my “yellow book” was a writing book.  And Sudoku is good for seeing patterns. And TV is good for character arcs and Sims 2 is excellent for visualizing.

And all these things-that-don’t-look-like-working were the best exercises I could be doing for this morning’s epiphany to pop through.  :) 

It’s a good day.

Newsletter Story fixed!

Somehow, I had unpublished the page.  However, I have now re-published it.  :)  So, if anyone would like to read about Kalyss’ first death, please visit  And don’t forget to come here and talk about it!  :)

3 months & 18 days!

I recently looked at my profile and saw the count down timer to the release date for Betrayed.  3 months and 18 days now.  :)  I am so excited.  It’s getting closer and closer.  I sent out a newsletter announcing the date and held a contest. The winner will recieve one full-cover ARC of Betrayed.  I’d like to congratulate Amelia Richards of for her winning entry two minutes after the newsletter went out.  :)  Talk about a fast response!

Raintree: Haunted

I apologize, it’s Linda Winstead Jones, not Winstadt-Jones. I don’t know why it was stuck in my head that way.  All I can say, so far, is the woman writes one hell of a good story.  :)

I have read…

some of the most amazing books lately.  I am really enjoying myself.  lol  Let’s see,

The Secret Passion of Simon Blackwell, by Sabrina Jeffries, very emotional and intense.

The Leopard Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt, the hero calls the heroine “my lady” through the whole book and the clash of proper and improper provides the most thrilling, passionate story.  I can’t wait for The Serpent Prince.

Tempting Danger by Eileen Wilks, with a “sensitive” detective and a werewolf prince.This is a great urban fantasy series.  My dh found Mortal Danger for me last night and I can’t wait to dive in.

Raintree: Inferno by Linda Howard. Wow.  I love anything by Linda Howard, really.  I loved this one so much I can’t wait to start the next, which dh found last night. Raintree: Haunted by Linda Winstadt-Jones.  Just reading the exerpt at the back of Inferno lit my imagination as the hero sees ghosts and is visited by his soon-to-be daughter.

Now, here are just 3, almost five. I know I’ve read more. I’ve really enjoyed Cathy Maxwell, Katie MacAlister, and more.  However I must admit, in two of the books I’ve read, not necessarily ones I’ve mentioned, the hero in one and the heroine in the other either retched or outright vomited. Then, within a page or two, without a scene break, toothbrush or water or food or anything, they kissed. Deep, tongue-sucking, their breath is so sweet, kisses.

Not many things pull me out of a story.  In fact, I’m sure I’ve skipped this same faux pas quite a few times in the past, but I can’t anymore. I think it’s one of those things writers need to look for. No sudden three-hand scenes (which i recently found in Betrayed and quickly fixed) and no deep kisses after bouts of nausea, retching or vomiting.  Eeewww.

 Sad that this needs to be said. But also kind of funny.  :)


Rare or common?

I’m trying to figure out why rare things happen to me with mind-boggling frequency. That’s me, today. Boggled.

Editor/Agent Appointments and I am a ditz.

The day started out like any other: taking medicine. (Gag me.) Then I went down to the bookseller’s tea.I met some really great people that were so nice.  I wish I could remember all the names!  I am so bad with names.  One person, however, I totally remember. I’ve written her name down I don’t know how many times.

Caridad Piñiero.  Hey!  I figured out how to put the symbol in! That took way too long. Usually I have to copy her name from one of her emails to get it right.  LOL This was very cool. She knew me first, since I’m so clueless, but we were friends right off the bat.

I met some amazing booksellers, who were all so interested in getting our books on the shelves. The only disappointment was that I didn’t get a chocolate covered strawberry before they were gone. That’s what I get for forgetting my name badge.

The rest of the day was filled with workshops galore, which deserves it’s own post, but there is one I must mention. She Said/ She Said Communication. I paid a lot of attention to this one.  The key highlights were:

Actively Listen –Don’t sit and think of what you want to say next. Really listen to what they are telling you. I’ve always been bad about not thinking ahead to the things I want to say. It’s because I don’t want to forget or to walk away with “Dangit! I should have asked her that.” Or worse, going um uh um and having nothing worthwhile to say.

Avoid distractions – Don’t get distracted by the busyness around you. It’s a conference, there’s a lot of people and the scenery is always changing.

I took these lessons to heart. So much so that when the four of us, Natasha, Heather, Craig and I, went up to the Reunion Tower for dinner, we sat, chatted about the scenery, then I had tunnel vision. I needed to listen, to pay attention and avoid any distraction which wasn’t dinner.

Before I forget, though, let’s talk about the food. Yum. I’ve never had a crabcake like the hors devour they served. The meat was so tender and juicy and mixed with some sauce that was perfectly sweet. All rolled into a ball and fried on the outside. My mouth still waters thinking about it. Then I ordered a shrimp dinner with pasta, that wasn’t, thankfully, covered in alfredo sauce. I did learn quickly to ignore the pasta, because though it tasted good, I cannot eat pasta neatly.

But, before any of that arrived, there was the bread basket with French bread and dark rye covered in nuts. My agent takes a piece. My editor takes a piece. Then I take a piece that turns into two. So I break it apart and offer it to my husband and he says, “No, I don’t want that one.”

“Oh,” I say, and reach for the rye bread.

“No, I definitely don’t want that one.”

I frown and finally say, “Well, I’m not going to touch each piece ‘til I find the one you want.”

“No, please don’t.” I don’t know how I missed the teasing in his voice. Usually it’s his sparkly eyes that give him away, but I was too busy frowning at the bread. I have no idea what Natasha or Heather thought, but their confidence in my brilliance must have plummeted a few miles.

So, we eat and we talk and I listen. And I tried not to look at the corner of the table by my editor’s elbow because for some reason, I felt dizzy every time I did.

An hour and a half later, I finally asked. “Are we moving?”

I’m just lucky I didn’t ask where the freeway went.