Your day has been derailed. You’re unmotivated. You’ve lost focus. You can’t concentrate. You would rather do the laundry, wash the car, or file your back taxes.
Most writers have days when writing is near impossible. We have weeks when the stars refuse to align, forces conspire against us, and ideas that once seemed brilliant have lost their sparkle. At these times, my friend, you have two choices: give up and quit or do what I do: “DIS” yourself.
The best antidotes for these chilly nights are red-hot reads—and this week’s best new releases certainly fit the bill.
Rogue Spy by Joanna Bourne
Spies, sex and sin combine for one steamy adventure. Thomas Paxton returns to London to confess his years infiltrating British Intelligence Service for France and is given a chance to prove where his loyalty lies.
What’s on my nightstand? Lots.
Like many people, I have a shelf full of good intentions. Some books I’ve purchased and never found the time for. Others I had every intention of reading, but can’t find the time.
If a book makes it from the shelf to the side of the bed, there’s a good chance I’ll get to it at some point. Of course, the invention of e-readers has made this even more difficult!
Luckily, I tend to knock over the bulk of my pile over summer. Less sport to watch, more food comas to recover from, you know how it is.
So a few titles I’m eyeing off for the (Australian) summer:
Whether it’s romance or romantic suspense you crave, these titles will leave your heart thumping!
Only Enchanting by Mary Balogh
Devastated after his fiancée leaves him, Flavian Viscount Ponsonby finds himself seeking comfort in the arms of the charismatic Agnes Keeping.
To promote her latest mystery Double Strike, Gretchen Archer’s daughters convinced her to try something different. Here’s what happened…
The problem isn’t contests or freebies—I love a good contest and I’m happy to donate books—the problem is my daughters. I want normal contests. I want to pick a random commenter and send them a signed book. This summer I was in the dead space between book releases, when (I should have been writing) my daughters (grown, both out of college and navigating their mid-20s) decided I needed to stir it up, no resting for Mom, and presented me with their dream contest, Burnt by Davis. My main character, Davis Way, can’t cook. She’s good with bad guys, computers, and disguises, but she can’t boil water. Thus, a recipe contest.
In the mid-1990s (way back in my early childhood—lol!), I completed a graduate program in Russian literature. To prepare for comprehensive exams, I had devoted three years to reading my way through a list of novels, short stories, and poems by such luminaries as Pushkin, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Turgenev, and others. Once I had passed the exams and found a spare moment to reflect on things, I came to a startling realization: it had been ages since I last read a book by a woman.